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“You
can’t be serious.”
“Why
not? It’ll be fun!” I threw the empty Coke can Marshell left on the counter
into the trash. “I’m going as a doctor, but I’ll be in scrubs.”
“You’re
going as a doctor, Lawson? You? The
person who can’t stand the sight of blood?” Marshell smirked as he sipped his
drink.
“Shut
up. And you’re going as yourself.”
The
glass froze halfway to his mouth. “Come again?”
“You’re
going as a Vetala.”
Marshell
slowly placed his drink back on the counter, then picked up my glass and
sniffed it. “How much you had to drink already?”
“Ha-ha.
It’s just Coke. Look, you’ve told me you smelled other paranormals there. And
it’s a gay bar, so we don’t have to worry about offending some Bible-thumping
redneck. Plus, since it’s Halloween night, they’re having a costume contest.”
“Jeez.
Costumes? What are you? Seven?”
“It’s
a costume contest at a gay bar.” I handed Marshell the advertisement.
“It
says there will be ‘costumes, creatures, and candy—eye candy, that is’,” he
read. “Okay, it does sound interesting.”
“I
promise you, there’s going to be more skin than costumes. The contest winner
gets two hundred dollars.”
“Well
hell, man. Why didn’t you say so? I’m in.”
“What
part persuaded you?”
“The
possibilities.” Marshell waggled his eyebrows.
“It’s
bad enough Janelle does that. Don’t you start too.” I’d invited Marshell’s twin
sister, Janelle, to go tonight, but she had other plans. “You’re such a horn
dog.”
“You
say that like it’s something new.” Marshell closed his eyes and took a deep
breath.
I
stayed silent as Marshell concentrated on bringing forth the Vetala side of his
nature. I didn’t fear him and his sister, but it always made my heart beat
faster when they changed. They were horrifyingly beautiful.
Marshell
opened his eyes. The whites of his eyes were a bright sky blue and the pupil,
now elliptical, was black. The top two central incisors were long and pointy,
and so were his canines. He grinned at me. “Help me pick out what to wear?”
“I
swear to God, those are some the scariest fangs I’ve ever seen. And what do you
mean help you pick something to wear? What are you? Thirteen?”
“No,
not thirteen. But a solid nine—inches, that is.”
“Oh
my God, seriously?”
“That’s
what he said.” Marshell winked.
“I’m
going to need a shovel to dig my way out of all the crap piling up in here.” I
punched Marshell in the arm, even though I knew he wouldn’t feel it. “Come on,
let’s go look in your closet. Do you still have those black leather pants?”
Marshell
followed me down the hallway and into his bedroom. “Yeah, why?”
“I
figure the goal for the night is getting you laid and win the prize money. So, let’s go with the black leather pants,
a black muscle shirt, and black motorcycle boots. Don’t tie your hair back
either.”
Marshall
normally kept his long hair tied back in cornrows during the way. “No prob. But
I’ll probably ditch the shirt. You know that, right?”
“I
figured as much.”
I
hunted around Marshall’s closet until I found the black leather pants.
Honestly, it didn’t really matter what he wore. Once that shirt came off and
the twinks saw Marshell’s broad, muscular chest and smooth, black skin… they’d
lose their minds.
I
laid the clothes on his bed. “There you go. I’m going to go get dressed now.
Think can handle it on your own?”
“I
got it, brah.” Marshell whipped off his shirt and flexed his pecs.
“Good
grief. Show-off. Give me about forty-five minutes, and I’ll be ready.” I shut
the door behind me and hurried to my bedroom.
I
shouldn’t have waited until the last minute to talk Marshell into going out
with me, but this had literally been a last-minute decision on my part. The
only reason I had a costume was because I’d stopped by Walmart on my way home.
Fortunately
they had scrubs. Otherwise I’d have been scrounging around in my closet too.
Trouble was, Marshell had much cooler clothes than me. He hung out in the bars
every weekend. Me? Not so much. I wasn’t into one-night stands. I wanted a
relationship, but so far, no one had flipped my switch.
Once
we were both dressed, we left in Marshell’s SUV. By the time we got to the bar,
it was jumping. It didn’t take long for the crowd to swallow Marshell up, but I
was having a good time too. I swayed to the music, the bass pounding as hands
caressed my body.
*
* * *
Smells
surrounded him as he danced, and he breathed deeply. Oh, such lovely scents.
Everywhere he turned, he was bathed by the humans’ various desires. Thick in
the air was his favorite scent: lust. But the clean aroma of sweaty male called
to him too.
He
sniffed the air, and his head snapped up. What was that scent? So dark. So
dangerous. It wrapped around him, and the smell of his own bitter need rose. It
wasn’t a mate scent, but he didn’t care.
A
wicked grin crossed his face as he scanned the crowd. He would find the owner
of that scent. Oh, there. He saw a tall black man dressed all in black. Vetala, his mind said. Shoving people
out of his path, he made his way to where his dark god danced.
Oh
yes, this was the one. Mine! With a
smile his Vetala pulled him close. Yes!
This was where he belonged. As they moved together he caught another smell. His
Vetala carried the scent of another male. A human.
His
eyes flashed red and he growled, his wolf pressing to get out. The acrid odor
of jealousy surrounded him, but was quickly lost in all the other scents. This
was not allowable. His dark god should only smell like him.
The
threat to his claiming his Vetala would have to die.
