ENTRY 8
Dinner
"Girl, you're going to get yourself killed out here!"
Emmett McCarty slowed his old truck alongside the girl who was walking along the abandoned Highway 101 in the middle of the night. He hadn't seen anyone driving either direction for miles, so when he saw the pretty little thing walking with her thumb hitched up, he almost didn't stop, sure she was a mirage. He hadn't slept for over 24 hours, after all.
The girl turned, a pale, skinny thing with long brown hair and dark eyes. She smiled, and something about it gave him a chill, but he shook it off. The girl was too pretty for her own good. She was lucky he came along, and not someone with less honorable intentions.
"Thank you for stopping," she cooed, her voice music. She was almost unreal, this girl, and Emmett couldn't believe she was out here by herself for so long. "I need a ride into town. Can you help me?" She leaned forward into the window of his truck and showcased pale full cleavage and although Emmett was happily married to his Rosalie, he couldn't control the way his mouth dried at the sight.
"Hop on in, I'm heading that way myself." She smiled in response and climbed into his truck, seemingly not concerned about being alone in a truck with a stranger. Once she was settled in, he noted the way she was dressed - all black tight sleeveless leotard, flowy skirt and lace shawl, and what appeared to be black ballet slippers on her feet.
"Who are you supposed to be?" Emmett asked. "Stevie Nicks?"
He laughed.
She grinned.
He noticed her perfect teeth and his heart stuttered in what he rationed to be guilty lust, but what really was fear.
"Something like that," she responded, then turned in her seat to face him, suddenly kicking up a leg onto the seat and spreading her thighs so that her skirt draped to cover anything sordid. Shocked, he glanced at her, his eyes dropping to the apex of her thighs, then the shape of her breasts - braless, he realized - under that tight leotard with straps the size of floss. Realizing he was staring, he jerked his gaze forward, only to realize he was barreling towards a figure standing in the middle of the road.
"What the -" he cursed, jerking the steering wheel and veering the car violently to the right, still managing to hit the person with the front of his car as he flew off the side of the road through a bumpy embankment, straight into the trunk of a ponderosa pine.
The impact must have made him knock his head because it took a few seconds for him to come back to, looking around for the girl, who was nowhere to be found. When he looked forward, however, he found the body of a man in tattered clothes pinned between the dented front of his truck and the tree he had crashed into. Emmett started to panic - he had, he believed, just killed someone. But then the pinned figure lifted his head and grinned menacingly at Emmett, who shouted in fear, and fumbled with the door as he rushed out of the car.
Without thinking about where he could go, Emmett ran like hell, disappearing further into the forest, rather than running towards the road. The air was cold around him, his breath creating little clouds of air, and the leaves crunched under his feet. For a moment, those were the only two things he could hear - his breath and the leaves - until he was hit by what felt like a boulder and toppled to the ground. He couldn't seem to process the movements, but he was suddenly on his back, and the girl from the car was straddling him, baring her flawless teeth. This time there was no doubt - Emmett was feeling fear. All-consuming, horrifying, I-know-I'm-about-to-die fear.
She hissed in his ear, a warning, before latching onto his neck - hard. Emmett cried out and was forced to suffer as he felt his life-source drain from his body. The girl, on the other hand, was nearly orgasmic with the last of Emmett's blood on her tongue, and she disconnected from the mangled neck with a spray of blood.
Sated, her hands went up to caress her face and neck, trailing blood across her ivory skin as the crescent moon shined down upon her carnage.
"Bella," a voice interrupted her antics with amusement in its tone. Looking to her right, Bella finds her husband - the man who had just been smashed by her victim's car - leaning on a tree and watching her with a smirk. "Must you always play with your food?"
Bella looks indignant as she rises gracefully from the cooling body of Emmett McCarty.
"Edward," she countered. "Must you always be a voyeur?"
Suddenly, Edward was beside her, slowly licking the man's blood off of her face as Bella stared at the body beside her.
"Do you think they'll believe he was drained of blood by a vampire?" she asked of the puncture wounds on his neck.
"Local man found dead on Halloween, drained of blood by vampire dressed as a witch," Edward joked, licking the drying blood from her neck. "They'll probably think it's a cult."
Bella thought for a moment, then turned to Edward with an excited smile, still tainted red. "Now let's go catch your meal."
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