Halloween Carnival Series: Biting The Dare

Why did I ever think picking dare was a good idea? It was pitch black in these woods, fog creeping about in-between the trees, the sound of crunching leaves beneath my boots echoed throughout the air. I didn't care if I looked like a loser for not following through with this dare. I wasn't about to die out here alone.

As I turned to head back in the same direction I came from, I finally tripped over something that actually made me fall down on my ass this time. My head had bopped against the trunk of a tree and I cursed at the massive headache forming on my temple. Shaking myself out of the dizziness, I found my balance as I stood up but kept a grip on the tree behind me as two bright red balls of light caught my attention a couple of yards away. They were leveled, as if they belonged inside a skull, and a curious stranger. People took Halloween seriously in this town, I wouldn't be surprised if this person had decided to dress the part of the creepy demon days before Halloween officially started.

I watched red orbs bounce around, as if they were cautiously observing me, waiting for me to run for the hills. I was a horror fan, all things creepy excited me, and I had a feeling whoever this person was could sense that, since I wasn't running away screaming bloody murder. They started to fade away slowly into the darkness, then reappeared just a few feet away from me. The silhouette of the hooded figure began to take form as the fog made way for the moonlight. But I still couldn't see its face.

Only those glowing red eyes.

"Are you planning on hurting me?" I asked whoever it was in front of me, as calmly as I could. I watched the pale white slender fingers slip out of the long sleeves of the dark robe it was wearing. The dirt on the tips of his fingertips suggested he just finishing either burying something out here, or digging something up.

Its face came next, taking shape as it removed its hood. And it was definitely male. The pointed nose, the high cheekbones, the sharp squared jawline completely void of facial hair. His skin looked ethereal, the moonlight definitely added more to the alluring glow to his ashy white skin.

Whoever had done this guy's special effects make up had done an excellent job.

"I do not hurt what belongs to me." The low guttural sound of his voice stirred something familiar inside me, something that made me step closer to him, something that erased any thought of leaving these woods.

"Do you smell that?" I asked him, as I covered my mouth while the smell of blood filled my nostrils. I met with his widened grin next, then the slower movements of his tongue as it slid across his sharpened canine teeth, then his bottom lip.

"There is blood on your skin. Let me take care of that for you," the stranger offered, and although I flinched as I saw the rise of his hand move towards my temple, I still let him touch me.

Once I felt his thumb press lightly into the oozing wound on my temple, I winced with pain for a moment, then leaned into his touch, as if it would heal my injury, as if I somehow could guarantee it. A sudden wave of desire fueled inside me, starting from the tips of my toes to the same cut on my forehead.

"Will you come with me, Sarai?" he asked in a softer voice, a predator enticing its prey. I had a can of pepper spray in my purse. If this guy really did want to hurt me, I could pull it out any time. Right now, I wanted to go with him, wherever it was he intended on taking me.

"How do you know my name?" I questioned as I followed him deeper into the woods, walking down a steadier path of dirt.

"I know everything about you," he answered cryptically; that made the alarms go off in my head, causing me to stop in my tracks.

"Have you been stalking me? Because if you are—"

"You wont hurt me," he replied with confidence, and a smug smirk on his full lips as he turned to face me.

"What makes you so sure?" I added defiantly, my hand reaching inside my purse, just in case.

"Because you don't hurt what belongs to you either," the red eyed man said, as his glowing pools bounced around us. I followed his line of vision and my own gaze widened when I saw the other pairs of red eyes glowing in the dark, behind trees and bushes.

"What the hell is going on here...?" I said, now with panic coating my voice. His hand covered my own as he frowned deeply at the glowing red eyes hiding behind the darkness.

"Leave her be. She's mine," he hissed sharply at them.

"Look, I don't know what kind of game you and your friends are playing, but mine know where I am so..." I lied, slipping my hand away from his grip. He didn't need to know I had been stupid enough to not pick truth instead of dare with my co-workers.

"Your friends must want you dead. They shouldn't have sent you into these woods alone. It's...not safe out here," he explained, his words silently pleading at me.

I was going to kill Marco and Lacey for daring me to stay in these woods overnight. We worked together at the carnival for years and they still don't take me seriously. So what if I was the youngest out of the crew? So what if my occupation as a balloon making clown didn't make me very popular with the coulrophobics that came to us? Still didn't give them the right to try and scare me into resigning. If that's what this was.

"Will we be safe...? Wherever it is you want to take me? I kind of lost my car keys," I added to the lie, as I raised an eyebrow at the retreating glowing eyes in the dark. That's not weird at all...

"Yes. I promise no harm will come to you if you stay with me," he promised with reassurance. I had no idea what it was about him, but for now, he was my best bet at staying alive for the night. I let him take my hand once again, and allowed him to lead me further down the dirt path.

After what seemed like we'd been walking for hours, we finally stopped our stroll at the front of what looked like an abandoned mausoleum. It looked like the only free standing one out here, which I found really odd for it to just be out here in the middle of nowhere, instead of the Bone Keeper's cemetery.

Red Eyes removed his hand from mine, and pushed in the concrete door to let us in. He gestured for me to go in before him and I shook my head, not entirely trusting him not to clock me over the head with something and knock me out.

He pursed his lips, clearly irritated, and entered first. I peaked into the musty place, my face running into old cobwebs and vines crowding and hanging from the ceilings and walls. It was just as dark in here as it was outside but light suddenly washed over the place as Red Eyes lit some torches that hung up against the walls with some candles.

"Why is this place in the middle of nowhere?" I inquired, as I watched him mount the candle on the candle-holder on top of one the dusty caskets.

"You mean why is it not in the possession of the Bone Keeper? Her family has a reputation of... burning their surroundings. I'm sure you've heard some urban legends pertaining to her land and her family," he corrected, as he closed the concrete door behind me. Everyone's heard the legends of the Bone Keeper's family and all the horrible things they've done since they founded the town. I've come across some really gruesome stories while working at the carnival. Some of them were a little too hard to believe, like the one where her grandmother lured men into her home, only to poison them, chop them up, and bury them in her cemetery, keeping every cent they entered her home with. Allegedly, that's how she built the family fortune again from scratch.

I believed there was something off about it all, but I don't think the Bone Keeper means anybody any harm. I've never met her personally but I felt bad about how people ostracized her around town.

"You don't like her either?"

"I like her plenty. It's her bloodline I detest," he answered, with a bitterness in his voice that made me tremble.

"You never told me your name," I reminded him, shoving my hands in my leather jacket. His eyes didn't glow in here. In fact, they looked almost normal, brown with a hint of red outlining the irises. The light from the flames gave his skin some warmth and I now noticed his shoulder-length jet black hair, which made him look more younger than when I first saw him.

"You used to call me by different names. I do not know which one you have chosen for me this time," he responded. I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah... you see, you keep saying these things like we've known each other for centuries but I doubt I would've forgotten someone like you," I replied, keeping my gaze steady on the beauty of his handsome face.

"Maybe you just need me to remind you."

"Has anyone ever told you your arrogance is annoying?"

"Yes. You. Every time we cross paths, Sarai," Red Eyes answered smoothly, practically gliding to a stop in front of me. My eyes widened in shock, and my throat went dry instantly. He lifted a lukewarm wet handkerchief up to my temple, but kept his gaze on my face as he cleaned my wound up. Swallowing hard, I glanced down at his neck. He'd taken off his robe, and now stood before me in a buttoned down black shirt, and black jeans, nothing covering his bare feet.

"You're not wearing any shoes..." I said, picking the most ridiculous observation to point out, and it made him laugh.

"You don't really need shoes if you're walking around in your own home," he corrected, and I looked up at him.

"You live here?"

"Yes. Come, I want to show you something," Red Eyes insisted as he took my hand and led me down a stairwell, which was also lit with torches, lighting the path for us. There were more tombs down here. Most of them were covered in old spider webs and dust, but Red Eyes dragged me right passed them, pushing into another concrete door. The room he led me into simulated a bedroom, with a bed, some rustic dark gray night tables on either side and some more candles on the mantle above an old fireplace.

"A fire place? In a mausoleum? None of this makes sense..." I observed underneath my breath. Red Eyes chuckled beside me and I blushed when I realized he had heard me speak the words out loud.

"I built it in years later after this tomb was created. It keeps my guests warm. I much prefer the cold weather," he explained, and I nodded.

"You've led a lot of women in here, haven't you?" I concluded bluntly and his lips turned into a wolfish grin.

"Something like that. But you can have this room tonight. I can sleep elsewhere," he offered kindly and gestured towards the bed. I raised a skeptical brow as I took off my jacket while he lit up the fire place. A normal person would look for all the ways you could escape this place, the flight-or-fight response should be kicking in by now, but I felt calm here for some reason.

If Red Eyes wanted to hurt me, he would've done so by now. But I still kept an eye on him, observing his every move.

"Your heart is racing. Why?" he asked abruptly, as he turned to face me slowly and I sat on the edge of the neatly made bed.

"We're... strangers? And you're one hot oddball of a man, Red Eyes," I answered and watched his eyes dance in amusement.

"You've chosen a name for me. Good. You're going to want to remember it soon," Red Eyes mentioned as I observed him kneel before me, reaching for my boots, taking them off, placing them neatly on the side of the bed.

"Sounds like you're planning something. Should I be worried?" I teased, and his laughter bounced against the walls surrounding us.

"You'll enjoy every second of it, Sarai. You always do." he replied, his gaze piercing my own, his hands reaching behind me, tugging the hair tie keeping my hair in its ponytail. My hair now stood in auburn waves down my chest, almost down to my thighs.

And speaking of thighs, they parted open for him, with the wave of his hand. I would've asked him how he was doing all of this, but that mandatory desire I seem to have around him clouded my mind. He stepped in between my legs, lifting his fingers as the hem of my sweater lifted up and over my head on his command. Whatever trance he had me under was potent enough for me not to protest. With another wave of his hand, I was on my back, and the zipper of my jeans was being pulled down, the waistband following suit until the jeans were no longer covering my legs.

Red Eyes chose to remove my red bra and panties with his teeth, their sharpness grazing at my simmering skin. I bit my lower lip when I felt his warm breath hovering over my aching center.

"Before I drink from you, I need you to do something for me first," he demanded, tugging lightly at my hair as he pulled me up to a sitting position on his lap, craning his head to the side, brushing his lips over the skin on my neck.

"What is it?" I asked in a raspy voice filled with boiling arousal.

"Use your teeth with the most terrible of cravings on me and remember who you are," Red Eyes answered in a warm whisper against my ear. I glanced down at his bare neck, my fingers pulling at the soft fabric of his shirt. My lips brushed over his cold skin, the tip of my tongue flicking at it, making me smile when I felt his cock jump in between my legs. I took a small nibble at first, soothing the patch of redness with my tongue, then bit hard enough to make his groan echo throughout the room. I knew by the copper taste in my mouth that my bite had drawn a small amount of blood but god it was hot having this kind of power over him.

Quick flashes of us filled my mind, making my confusion resurface, but then it all stopped. I could see his face in my mind, feel his hands all over my body, a memory of some sort. A memory in what seemed to be another time, in another place.

"Yes, don't fight it, Sarai. It'll only hinder your true self." Red Eyes informed, as his thumbs grazed my ripe nipples, intensifying my need for him. I straddled his waist, rubbing myself on him, offering him my scent of arousal as an incentive to continue with his plans.

He placed me next to him briefly, as he took off his clothing and set it on the floor. When he returned to me, his body hovered over mine swiftly, taking my hands hostage above my head, our fingers intertwining as the hard tip of his erection poked at my opening, teasing me slowly. Once I felt his mouth close over my breast, I closed my eyes and licked my lips, biting them whenever he took a hard nibble over the sensitive peaks.

But when he suddenly stopped, I opened my eyes, and was greeted with the fiery red eyes again, a sly grin on his perfect face as he lifted me up and held me against him. I looked up when I saw him pull at a string by his bedpost and turned when I heard the sound of something falling behind me.

It was a swing. A crimson colored sex swing. My mouth watered and I could feel my clit throb with anticipation. I crawled over to it, with the need to hoist myself in it quickly. Red Eyes helped to tie my hands and feet, and I groaned when I felt his thick shaft run along my wet folds, teasing me, making me drip even more. I sighed in relief when I felt his mouth on me, his tongue plunging in deep. My hands and feet pulled at their restraints, shivering with every lick his tongue made over my nub. The swing rocked me back and forth as he took his time in between my legs, savoring my taste. It made me want to taste him too.

"There will be plenty of time for that, my sweet. Just relax and enjoy the ride for now," Red Eyes said, as if he had just heard my thoughts. I would've questioned the insanity of that concept but I was too busy about to come into his mouth.

The walls inside the room trembled with my loud moans as I squirted right down his throat, his lips pulled and suckled on my clit harder, as if he couldn't get enough. My hips rocked against his lips, my heart pounding as the high of release consumed me.

I leaned my head back and bit down hard on my bottom lip when he piped into me hard, grabbing on to the back of my neck, holding me steady as he filled me completely. The tip of his cock stretched my walls to its capacity but they felt good creating friction against his thickness. While his dick was busy fucking me into insanity, his thumb was rubbing at my clit in circles, creating another river of lust to pour out of me and surround his shaft inside me, while it mixed with his own juices.

Once he slipped out of me, he drank from me again, sucking every drop out of me until he decided to untie me from the swing. I collapsed onto the bed in front of him. His hard member was glistening with both of our come and I licked my lips, ready to put him into my mouth. My hand wrapped around his base before my mouth closed over his tip, my tongue swirling and licking at the moisture sliding down towards my hand at his base. I took him in as deep as I could before his tip hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. His fingers dipped into my hair before he pulled at it lightly, and tugged a little harder when I started to suck on him.

I felt his shaft growing thicker, as my mouth milked him, suckling until a deep growl escaped from his mouth and he let himself spill down my throat.

Red Eyes picked me up against his chest when he stood up and carried me into another room. This room was a bathroom, equipped with a porcelain white claw-foot tub, a small sink and broken mirror hanging above it. It was darker in here than his bedroom but the moonlight coming from the larger window illuminated enough so I could see what I needed to.

When Red Eyes put me down, I watched him get into the tub, water spilling out of the edges as he sat down and crooked his finger at me. I obeyed and stepped into the tub, more water spilling onto the concrete floor as he pulled me hard against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our foreheads touched, a whimper left my lips as he slipped his cock into me, but made no effort to move any further. I smirked and leaned down over the previous bite mark I had given him earlier, and bit him again. This time, the craving for him increased tenfold, as if the sexual appetites of a hundred hungry women surged through me and I watched my own eyes glow a bright red in the reflection of his own burning eyes when I lifted my hips and took him in deeper. When he grinned, I took at as a sign that I had finally tapped into something he'd been waiting for all night, and it caused him to grip at my hips and sink me down lower onto his shaft, filling me completely. My nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as I rocked myself against him, his fingers squeezed at my breasts, nibbling at them once again, leaving a wet trail of kisses up to my neck, before he took a bite himself. I screamed loud enough to shatter the remaining pieces of his mirror but I paid no mind to it while our bodies and energies intertwined, swimming in orbit around us as I rode his cock to a hard thickness ready to explode. And when he did, we both buried our faces into each other's necks, holding onto each other closely.

I knew who I was to him now. And I knew why fate decided to bring me into these woods tonight.

"How long have you gone without drinking from me this time?" I asked my first successfully turned crawler of the night, as I ran my fingers into his soft hair.

"Far too long. But I did as you asked. I always let you find me first," he answered me, and I smiled in approval. That gypsy had done a good job at concealing my identity from the humans by erasing my own memories. Our kind was supposed to be extinct, according to the humans, and they needed to keep thinking that, so we could co-exist peacefully.

"Why do you always remember before I do?" I questioned, and licked my lips as I felt his hand dip in between my legs, toying with the soaked nub.

"I've lured a thousand women here since we last saw each other. Each bite brought back a memory, and each drop of blood from their necks brought me closer to you," he explained and I ran my fingers along his jawline, then grabbed his chin and pulled at his face and crushed his lips to mine, a slow tongue colliding kiss, made to inspire me to remember even more of our life together.

"What do you say we store more memories within our bites, Lucien?" I teased, using his real name this time and felt him harden inside me again.

"Nothing would bring me more pleasure, my queen," Lucien answered, with a sharp grin, his teeth sinking into my skin once again.