A/N: Just a little Shandy Halloween story for everyone. I know it's late for the occasion but I hope you will all have fun with this somewhat AU short Halloween Shandy theme Fiction. It's fantastic... but hey... that's what Halloween is about. :) hugs.
Prologue: Los Angeles October 31, 1995
The night was cool and breezy as a hundred stars glittered across sky to help the enormous full moon to illuminate the night for the excited and noisy kids of all ages enjoying the festivities of Halloween. Bright jack-o-lanterns decorate the sidewalk and gardens of the upper middle class neighborhood where Sharon lived with her two children.
It was almost eight in the evening and there were only a handful of kids roaming around Sharon as she treaded noiselessly on the side-walk searching for her Emily and Ricky. There were some parents with their 4 to 7 year old kids. She missed the time when her kids were young and needed her to go with them trick or treating on Halloween.
She kept reminding herself that in addition to Ricky and Emily being street-smart, they lived in the nice side of town and should stop torturing herself with unpleasant thoughts that her children might have the misfortune of encountering tonight. After all, they were thirteen and fifteen years old, it was more likely they have gone to a Halloween party or a snack at a local fast food after roaming about trick or treating with friends that they have forgotten then have a mother seating alone in the house waiting to eat dinner with them.
She was thankful for Emily's long red cloak that protected her from the wind. She rushed out in search for her kids when she woke up from her nap realizing they were not home for dinner. Grabbing the cloak as an afterthought when she realized her cream colored dress was scandalously thin. The constant rustling of the wind and the occasional crunch of dried leaves beneath her sandals kept her company in her search. She was deeply lost in her thoughts that she did not noticed she had wandered off farther than her usual route when she jogged around the neighborhood until a foreboding presence seemed to be lurking nearby.
She gasped and looked around, wished she had brought her gun then scolded herself for being paranoid. She had turned on the area where the houses were sparsely farther apart from one another. Goosebumps grazed the back of her neck and her arms as she felt several eyes eyeing her like a prey. She looked behind the trees nearby but saw no one. Worse, the neighborhood suddenly felt empty and the houses seemed spookier than they have been earlier. She tightened her cloak around her hoping the shivers were caused by the angry wind.
Trying not to panic, she retraced her steps back to the more familiar streets but she found herself lost further and further until there was nothing but vacant lots, more trees, and an occasional abandoned property on either side of the street.
The sky eerily darkened as the full moon was partially hidden by an ominous cloud and it uncovered several sinister glowing eyes boring down on her from the shadows and nooks of the surrounding trees. Before her very own eyes, for a split second, the sinister glowing eyes left the shadows and bared faces of men and women with fangs before turning into bats.
Sharon screamed and ran as fast as her legs could carry her with the bats at her tail. Just as when she thought she couldn't run any further, there appeared an old three story brick mansion with black iron gates surrounding its perimeters. She pushed the unlock gate and rushed up the few brick stairs to reach the front door.
"Help Me! Help Me!" she screamed.
She ferociously banged the enormous wrought iron knocker without noticing its unusual triquetra design. Without waiting for an answer, her fear brought her to try the knob and pushed the wooden door open. She stumbled inside in distress and immediately closed the door behind her.
Trying to catch her breath and regain her composure, she slowly slumped down the floor with her back on the door. She closed her eyes to rest her wearied body as her breathing slowly went back to normal.
Her eyes burst open and she immediately stood up in renewed fear as a sensuous baritone voice spoke to her.
"Good Evening! I have been waiting for you."
She found herself looking into a familiar face.
"Lt. Flynn?" she whispered inquiringly. The man did not answer.
He was clad in a three piece suit that looked from the nineteenth century. His white dress shirt had ruffles, and he had a black tailcoat. Perhaps he had gone from a costume party.
The man closed the distance between them until they were face to face. Sharon found herself staring up at his piquant face, drawn to his masculinity, and mesmerized by his eyes that were frighteningly black. She had never seen eyes that were as dark as ebony, a striking contrast to his pale skin. His hair looked longer and curlier at the tips which only seemed to increase his sex appeal.
He gave her a penetrating stare that had her transfixed.
"Come," he commanded as he took her hand and led her further inside the mansion.
She didn't trust him at work. He was too hot tempered, impatient and opinionated. Hell she certainly wouldn't trust him now but she found herself willingly slowly climbing up the winding staircase until they reached the tower where a huge stationary window beside the four poster bed eerily displayed the enormous full moon that illuminated the room.
Sharon found herself lying on the huge four poster bed, her cloak discarded, and her flimsy dress barely covering her. She let him kissed her lips and it left her hungry for more. She longed to run her fingers on his long dark hair and pull him closer to her hungry, cold body, to show him she wanted him too.
To her disappointment, she felt immobile and speechless as his warm hands slowly unbuttoned her dress until it revealed the soft curve of her breasts. His burning eyes never leaving hers as his long, graceful fingers trailed her neck down to her breast until his forefinger teased her nipple.
His tongue traced her lips and sensuously kissed her again before looking into her eyes once again.
"You belong to me," he whispered.
Sharon was spellbound. She couldn't break from his ominous dark eyes that seemed to draw the very breath from her body. She was burning at his touch and melting in his arms. She yearned to whisper her acquiescence but couldn't.
"For eternity…" he continued.
He fastened a triquetra necklace emblazed with black onyx and amber on her before he bared his fangs and descended his lips down her neck…
Suddenly Sharon sprang awake from the living room sofa as Emily shook her hard.
"Mom! I've been trying to wake you for the last three minutes," complained Emily.
"You and your brother were late for dinner. I was worried about you," reprimanded Sharon as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.
Emily looked at her in confusion.
"We're not late. It's only eight o' clock. You're the one who's sleeping soundly and almost missed dinner."
"Where's your brother?" asked Sharon as she got up from the sofa to kiss her daughter.
"He's taking a shower. I already re-heated dinner while you slept," said Emily.
"Hey, mom, your dress is open. Oh, and did you use my red cloak? It's not here on the rack where I left it before going trick or treating."
"Andrea, I'm telling you, it's such a weird dream. We still can't find Emily's cloak. I still can't get over it," said Sharon before tasting a slice of chocolate cake.
Andrea eyed her friend and gave her a teasing smile as she sipped her coffee.
"You said the vampire looked like Lt. Flynn… It's exactly what Sigmund Freud has been saying... it's a sexual desire that's making you dream of him."
"Please, Andrea. We can't stand each other. All we do is argue, and irritate each other all the time," said Sharon.
"The more you hate, the more you love," teased Andrea.
Sharon looked at her wryly.
"I find it hard to believe you don't like each other. He always finds himself in your office. And you… you always find a reason to handle his case instead of having another FID Officer take care of it."
"It was only a coincidence," protested Sharon.
Andrea rolled her eyes. "Of course it is," she muttered sarcastically.
Her friend didn't want to admit her attraction for her colleague from another department. Not only would they often talk about him but now even her dreams are being invaded by the guy. Sharon did not only give his face to Count Dracula but she also couldn't remember the specifics of the house and the necklace but she remembered how she felt when he was kissing her and hell she was even willing to die for his kiss.
"No reason to be alarmed, Sharon. Unless it becomes a recurring dream which of course can be remedied once you and he start sleeping with each other," said Andrea.
Sharon slapped her shoulders playfully at her remark.