Bite Me! - You Know I Like It (Spooky Boys #1)

by Fae Quin

I’d sell the house. I’d settle down somewhere far enough away no one could find me, and I’d call for him. We’d be a family again, like we were always meant to be, and no one would hurt us ever again.

Everywhere in town seemed abandoned during daylight.

I’d never had effortless interactions with people like this. It was…nice. To be something other than Blair, the problem child. Blair, the problem in general.

eyeing her warily even though she didn’t strike up the same anxiety inside me most women usually did. I had a distrust of them for obvious reasons, even though I knew it was unfair to judge an entire group of people based on one person’s faults. I couldn’t help it though. I’d been conditioned to be scared since I was small enough to develop a personality.

I’d kept our apartment back home meticulously clean. It had been one of the rules both Jeffrey and I had to follow when we’d begged to leave the main house. We’d wanted privacy. What a joke that had become.

“There’s a lock on the door for when you have guests over and—” I must’ve made a noise because Chastity stopped talking, turning to look at me with a confused expression on her angelic face. I could feel that my eyes were wet but the feeling was just a distant sensation. The hurricane of emotion in my chest drowned me and I rapidly blinked the wetness away, embarrassed by myself. “Sorry. Just.” I shook my head, throat tight. “I’ve never had a lock before.” God. I sounded like such a fucking weirdo. Shut up, shut up! Don’t ruin this before you even have it. The thought of her retracting her offer was enough to make me sick. Chastity cocked her head at me, brow furrowed in confusion as she seemed to inspect me for a long, quiet moment and her expression smoothed over. She shrugged. “Lock the door as much as you want, baby. It’s your room.” It’s your room. It’s your room. It’s your room. Warmth filled my chest and I nodded as she took a step back, clearly sensing my need to bask in the silence of the space for just a moment. My room. My home. No cameras. No one to tell me what to do. A lock on the door. Privacy.

Something about him was familiar.

“Vanity,” Chastity greeted. And I knew with certainty that with a name as horrible as that they had to be sisters.

I was unable to help the way my gaze gravitated to Vanity’s nails. Looking at them, I could still feel the phantom of my aunt’s touch, her own nails nearly a mirror image as they had sunk into my flesh. I still bore the scars.

Vanity was everything I avoided. Poised. Controlled. Manicured. She reminded me so much of my aunt, bile threatened to rise up my throat the moment I had the thought. Stop it.

It was clear to me already that the two sisters were going to be nothing but trouble. And I was so fucking grateful I couldn’t breathe.

allowing myself to experience the rain for the first time in my life with nowhere to be but here. There was no one behind me to tell me to hurry, and no one in front of me beckoning me to run.

He’d been here all day working and I had no idea how he could honestly handle socializing for that long.

“I’ll buy it,” I blurted out, my hands still gripping the phone, probably too tight because it began to make a creaking noise and I had to force myself to relax my grip. “The cat?” Chastity raised an eyebrow. “No.” I shook my head, because it was clear that Blair wanted the cat. “Whatever it needs. Vaccinations. Medical care. Food. Litter.” That was all an animal needed right? “I’ll make sure it’s not a problem.”

“If you hate having it around then I’ll adopt it,” I told her immediately. Problem solved. “Wow.” She blinked, eyes widening. “You…really want him to have this cat, don’t you?” “Yes.”

What if he didn’t like me? I needed him to like me. He wouldn’t open up to me if he didn’t. We’d need to be friends at least so he would answer all my questions.

I could scent the blood before I saw it, my dick throbbing as I ran my tongue along my fangs, forcing them to retreat back to the hell they’d come from. I’d never responded to someone like this before. In fact, even before I’d been turned, I’d always thought there was something fundamentally broken about me. Blair was also tiny. Absolutely fucking tiny. I hadn’t realized I liked that. Really fucking liked it.

“Sorry.” He flinched a little, his whole face scrunching up. “I’m really wet so I don’t wanna cause a mess.” “C’mon in!” Chastity waved at him, clearly unfazed. “I’ll have to mop at the end of my shift anyway.” That seemed to only make him more self-conscious, and he shook his head, staring down at his muddy shoes with a grimace. “I just thought I could grab the keys and then maybe head out.”

“You’re Collin’s brother?” he asked, instead of answering my request. I nodded. “One of them.” “Then no.” What? What? My eyes widened in helpless surprise as I turned to Collin immediately to see if he knew what was going on. He had a guilty look on his face that I knew I’d need to investigate, and a weird feeling bubbled up in my chest. Was this what it felt like to be rejected? But why? I didn’t like it.

obscene illustration of Dracula embracing a werewolf on the front.

“Not interested.” He smiled. He smiled. But it wasn’t a nice smile. It said ‘fuck off’ and I was so confused I could feel my head spin. “Some other time then.” Confused.

He thought I didn’t know he’d been picking up shifts under the table here for spare cash. I assumed free food was part of the deal.

Collin grinned and Blair moved out of the way as we pushed through the door. I was taller than him by a fair bit, and as I passed I inhaled his scent greedily, my dick throbbing against my zipper. Down boy. What the fuck. I could see the top of his tangled mess of hair clearly

Despite Blair’s rejection, I was convinced I would make him like me. I had to. I just did.

“You’re a fucking badass. Even though you look a bit like a wet rat right now and people say black cats are kinda unlucky. That’s okay. I’m kinda unlucky too.”

“You’re like Batman. This is just your redemption arc.” My heart throbbed. “And besides, people may underestimate you, looking at how tiny you are, but you’re…you’re a fighter. So you’re gonna be fine, okay? You’ll be fine.”

I drove off because I was supposed to, even though my heart got left behind, stuck on wet pavement, listening to a lost boy’s quiet reassurances.

It shouldn’t have surprised me that Chastity had had cat stuff delivered to the apartment.

I could still remember the look on Collin’s brother’s face when I’d rejected him. A sense of perverse pleasure had filled me, but only after I remembered Collin’s broken words, the way he’d spoken of lack of support, of hate from his own family. I’d asked Chastity what his name was later, wanting to put a name to the face of the man that tormented a sweet little boy. Richard was one of the homophobic brothers. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t drop dead gorgeous.

even though I knew he was just a homophobic prick.

“Couldn’t sleep,” I told her half-honestly. Truthfully, there was no way I could fall asleep knowing that I was living there without having completed my side of the agreement.

Chastity and Vanity at the beach with the boy I’d noticed earlier. He looked quite a bit older than them, in his teens, his blue eyes ice white, his dark hair at odds with his sister’s bright colored heads. “Who’s that?” I asked curiously, that same feeling of déjà vu overcoming me as I stared hard at the boy’s face. He really did look familiar. My mind could’ve been playing tricks on me, but I was fairly certain I’d known him. Before. Before my life turned upside down. Before I moved in with demons. Before I was a shattered stained glass window. “Prudence,” Chastity hummed, shifting a little so she was sitting up. “My brother.”

“He died,” Chastity said after a moment and I startled, turning to look at her, bewildered.

I was back home. Nine years old and hunting for some sort of god in the dark closet I was locked inside. I didn’t know how long I’d been in there. Only that I was hungry, and the hollow feeling had become all-encompassing. It was a ravenous ache inside my belly, consuming, merciless, cruel. I could feel the ice in my fingers, my lips chapped and raw. The water bottle I’d stashed in here from the last time I’d been locked inside had long since been emptied. When my mouth moved my lips split and I tasted blood. The coats above me were my only company and I knew better than to pull them down to make a nest for myself, all that would get me was more time in the closet. More punishment. More isolation.

I wanted to die.

It didn’t match my idea of Blair at all. He should be messy. Young. Colorful. He made a mark wherever he went. This… blankness was just wrong.

There was a hint of black ink peeking out of his oversized hoodie and just looking at it made my gums throb and my dick twitch. Jesus fuck, it was like going through a second puberty. Except I was twenty-five and a vampire, and Jesus god I had no idea how to deal with the feelings that were bubbling like Vesuvius inside me.

He was so fucking pretty I wanted to crush him like a petal between my fingers. What the fuck. What the fuck, Richard?

Blair took pity on me and just cocked his head, eyeing me with narrowed gaze, his expression thoughtful, assessing. “You’re bad with people,” he pointed out, an observation, nothing more. Some of the tension bled from my shoulders and I nodded, a short jerk of my head. “It’s not my strength.” “I can see that.” He warmed up to me a little more, his lips twitching as he stared at me. “So…” He waved around. “You gonna show me around, or what?”

I made a mental note to stock the fridge with some more vegan friendly options should Blair ever come over in the future. And then my cheeks tingled with embarrassment as I realized how stupid that was. The man couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as me. Why would he want to come to my apartment?

And that was how we’d ended the conversation. With me ready to fucking fight to the death for the kid, and him staring at me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve.

Sometimes when she moved too quickly all I saw was a blur of my aunt in my peripheral vision. I’d flinch back, but thankfully she hadn’t noticed yet. I didn’t want her to. It wasn’t her fault I was…odd.

I’d been young and stupid then, dressed in high collars and armed with a cross and a misplaced moral high ground.

There was never evidence of our ‘sins’ for the cameras to pick up.

Elmwood was full of a whole bunch of weirdos— Hairy people who sniffed their food before eating it, people who ordered food but didn’t eat it at all, people who licked blood off their plates and had apparently never learned how to properly use forks.

wasn’t ready to give up on the idea of having sex for the first time with someone I actually liked. I didn’t count all the fumbled blow jobs in the dark with strangers. It didn’t feel like sex when I left untouched, feeling emptier than I had before I’d sought connection in the first place.

If he caught me off guard like this I was bound to do something stupid. Like yell at him—or ask politely to sit on his dick, which would lead to some rather awkward shifts at the diner.

I kept expecting manipulation. Betrayal.

“It is,” I said softly after I gathered the strength to speak. “But they’re gone now. I loved them but…” I shook my head. “I have to think about my future. And I can’t…” “Keep living in the past,” she filled in for me, even though what I was really going to say was ‘be caught.’ I couldn’t be caught by her.

She sure was a fan of anything beige, depressing, and vaguely religious.