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To the girls like me who wear black, sleep with stuffed animals, and don’t quite fit in. I wrote this for you. Choose your monster. And I really hope you pick the one inside yourself.
Goddamn, there was nothing like that post-homicide feeling. The high was like none other.
“You’re not a serial killer, are you, Dr. Cove?” He huffed a laugh. “Only sometimes.”
THE FIRST RULE OF MONSTER CLUB
People said cockroaches would survive the apocalypse. That was probably true. But I’d say diners would too. There was something about old diners that stayed the same in every small town I traversed.
And I was daydreaming again.
“Like what, Ames, things like following your passions? Pursuing your dreams—”
I wanted to fuck every ounce of fear out of her. I wanted to fuck her brave. Because she could be brave now because she had me, and I’d kill anyone trying to hurt her.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” “You are damned.”
I noted how incredibly realistic her pointed teeth were and was thankful monsters, vampires, didn’t really exist.
I’m called Raven or Crow here.
Those are two different species of birds though...
“That’s right, Fox. Come on, we’ve got snacks.”
That would get me to follow too
And then the shadow took the form of a man, and the black faded into my bone-headed friend.
“He told me not to tell you, but I don’t take orders from that boy.
"That boy" lol I'm guessing he's older than your bloodline
“I’ve got more money than I know what to do with. Let me buy you unlimited waffles and coffee, will ya?” Doris snorted. “You’ve got more money than sense is more like it.” “That too.” Onyx smirked.
“Your grandpa went to school with Ames’s?” He gave a half smile, revealing the slightest hint of a dimple as he filled in a word on his puzzle. “Sure, if that’s what he told you.”
The mask I’d crafted to hide my true form from the world was cracking. Piece by piece, it fell at her feet like a bloody offering. Did she notice?
Oh my God, you're so dramatic!
“You saw that?” “Yeah, of course I did. Using your demon prowess to impress a girl is a new low, even for you.”
“He’s been so nice and sweet since the moment I got to town. He’s handsome and just perfect.” “Wow, sounds like a real problem,”
“I heard you two got into a tiff. Don’t worry, we all get pissed at him regularly. For a therapist, he says some dumb shit sometimes. But he’s an alright guy.”
And that was where shit got really weird.
“Th-thank you for having me for dinner. I see you have quite the collection up here . . . .” Mr. Moore padded into the kitchen. “Yes, don’t mind the girls. They like to jump off the shelves. Sometimes they sing, too.”
The... the dolls like to jump off the shelves?
“You haven’t figured out that we rarely drive?” “So you and Onyx and Wolf are just . . . lurking around the woods?” I chuckled. “Something like that, yeah.”
“You really murder people? Like, regularly?”
“No gods, I devoured them all. Only me, fucking my virgin on my grave. Watching you take my demon fucking monster cock.”
You can’t harm her, the gate whispered. “Yeah, no shit, I’d never hurt her. And why do you fucking care?” I spat as the gates shook and creaked slowly open. “Fucking batshit crazy hunk of metal.”
“Could heal faster if you’d offer me a quick bite. What do ya say, pup?” Wolf bared his teeth.
Oh just fuck already lol
“Fuck that horny vampire shit.” His arousal was evident through his loose gray sweatpants. “I’d take care of that,” Onyx purred. “But you said no pleasure sucking.”
Ditch them. Crotchety old bats. I like bats. I’ll make you a bouquet of them.
Girl, a whole host of hot immortals at your disposal, and you go and pick the deadliest of the bunch? I mean, I like a bad boy as much as the next girl, but an Archdemon might be taking it a step too far.
“We only have a little while before the canine and the reptile start clawing at our door.”
“So you don’t care that we’ve killed people, but you draw the line at vandalism? Interesting.”
“What are you doing?” I whimpered, breathless. “Leading prayer and worship,” he muttered against my wet pussy, meeting my gaze with a mouth full of me. “I told you I always wanted to be a priest.”
You can’t let anyone think you like them too much or they fall out of line. Vincent, for example, hasn’t pissed me off in a decade or so, but he likes dancing close to the line just to fuck with me.
Beware the damsel in distress. Sometimes she’s death in disguise.
