A/N: Sorry that these are late updates! I have the flu or something right now and that's made doing things pretty hard. I should have the rest of the story posted tonight/this morning … so Happy Halloween everyone! This is the first Halloween I've ever spent sick, but at least I have fanfiction to keep my company haha. I think I'm going to spend the night working on this story, eating candy, and watching some horror movies in the background. I hope you all are having a magically spooky day! Sorry that this story isn't beta'd but if you know me, you know I don't do that much. (Even if I need to.)

Happy Halloween everyone!

2: Thriller

Everything about him was too much for her. The way he sat. The way he sipped his tea. The way he poked at his food as if he were judging it as an art project. He was a strange bird, something that didn't seem to fit in with everything else. He was attractive, though, she could give him that much. Although, it felt super strange to be watched by an attractive person while eating. That was the sort of shit that could make any girl self-conscious. He's looking at me like I'm the meal … This dude is hot but it's like he's never been outside before. Like, doesn't he know how to have a conversation with someone that doesn't consist of ghosts and vampires and death and all that? Even as a witch, I have other hobbies. Like, what books do you read, weird sir? Where do you get to at night when it's really late and monsters like you come out? Do you do something normal like watching Netflix? Have you also been binging Squid Game like everyone else around? Or do you just go home and do creepy shit and—

"Bella?"

As soon as he said her name, she realized how long she had been staring at him. She didn't make it a habit to get lost in her own world, but with him, she couldn't help it. He was so stoic and quiet that it almost put her on edge. It made her feel like she had to perform like a good little witch because he was watching her and judging her and waiting for her to slip up.

"What's up?" she said as she reached for her gin and juice and took a much needed sip. The alcohol burned on the way down her throat, and she tried to smile to keep from cringing.

"Do you want to try again tonight? You could come to my place, or I could come to yours, and we could try to summon him again. I think if we were focused together, we could reach him."

"You're still on about finding that ghost? I thought we were taking a break for the night and talking or whatever. That's what you said."

"I say a lot of things," he said, cocking his brow, "but tonight the veil is thin and the energy is perfect. We're coming off of a full moon and—"

"And it's a good time to talk to those who have passed," Bella said, remembering reading it all before. "But you don't get it. I can't just summon spirits on command. It's not something I—"

"That's why I'm here. I'm going to teach you. This one's avoiding me … I think I know why but I can't—Look, the quicker we do this, the better. The closer it gets to Halloween, the crazier it's going to get."

"Who's Felix?" Bella asked, finishing off her gin and juice before motioning for the waiter to bring another. "The ghost kept repeating that name over and over again and didn't give me a single clue as to who that is. If you know something—which I really think you do—you should tell me. If you want us to find whatever spirit this is, you have to open up and meet me help way. You can't …. you can't be all mysterious like you're being. This isn't some movie where you're some sort of James Dean character and you waltz in her being all cool and collected, telling me how it's going to be. You're the one who needs my help—so, we're going to do things my way. I say you know something and don't want to clue me in. Well, that's not going to work. If you want to be a team, then treat me like your teammate."

Edward watched her for a moment before throwing his head back with a laugh. "I definitely like a woman who knows how to take control."

Bella blushed. "That's not what this is about, okay. It's about finding your dumb ghost friend, whoever he is, and getting him to talk. We do that and this whole team thing is over. But stop being all vague with me. How are we going to find this thing if you don't talk?"

"Felix and I go way back," Edward said as he leaned back in his chair and sipped on his brandy. "He changed my life."

You all go way back. How old is this Felix dude anyway? The ghost looked like something from a Dickens novel, and he knew him. Now, you're over here telling me you all go "way back"? Are you part of the undead too, dude? Is there something you want to tell me about? "The ghost looking for Felix looked like he was from the 1800s or something? You all go that far back? Are you some sort of zombie or creature or what?" It was obvious in her tone that she was only half joking. He was one hot looking freak.

"I'm not a zombie—obviously, Bella. I'd be falling apart." He looked at her like she was the one who was on something. "I'm not some sort of creature, either. At least, not really."

"What are you, then? You're definitely not something human."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, look at you," Bella gestured at his face and chest as if they alone proved that he wasn't a normal man. "You're different."

"We can take this back to my place … I can show you just how different I am."

Bella snorted, unable to believe the audacity of this man. "Are you flirting with me, sir? Are you lost or something? I thought we were here to look for ghosts?"

"Yes, I am flirting with you. And yes, we are here to look for ghosts. Can't we do two things at once?"

As much as she hated to admit it, he made her panties wet. Call it sexual deprivation or whatever, but he was working her up. Maybe this is part of his thing. Charm girls out of their panties and then eat them up. I wouldn't put it past him … looking at me as if he has done this shit a million times before. That doesn't make me want him any less though … maybe we can go back to my place, screw around a bit, and then get to the bottom of all of this nonsense. I'm sure that'll make us both feel better. Let's just fuck and relax and get down to this ghost hunting shit that he's so obsessed about.

"What are you thinking, Bella?"

"I'm thinking … I don't know. I'm thinking about a lot of things that aren't good." I seriously want to fuck this guy? Am I on something too? Like, he's a stranger. I don't go around fucking strangers. At least, not recently. And he seems like a total prick. A hot and mysterious and strangely creepy but sexy prick. I have no business doing this. She pressed her legs together, trying to ignore the way her core ached. Bella, you have no freaking business doing this! "Maybe we could go back to my place—well, actually your place, really. That might be better. No, maybe my place …" I shouldn't give him the upper hand, going to his place. Yet, if we go to my place, he'll know where I live. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. "I don't know. Let's just get out of here and try the whole thing again. I have a spirit board, maybe that'll help me focus and at least talk to one spirit at a time."

Edward pondered it for a moment, licking his lips as he looked at her. "Sounds perfect. Let me just make one stop before we end up going wherever we're going."

"One more stop where?"

Bella looked down at her half-eaten pasta dish, wondering if it would make her stomach nothing but knots if she finished it off. With a shrug, she picked up her forked and grabbed a bit. Since the night ahead was a total mysterious, she didn't want to venture into strange shit on an empty stomach.

"There's a club nearby. I just need to go and recharge for a bit."

Recharge for a bit? At a club? Bella continued to watch him as she finished up her pasta. God, this dude does not have the same sort of social battery as me. A club would only make me feel more drained. Edward motioned for the check as Bella finished up. As he paid the bill, she wondered if it had really been a good idea to drink. If she hadn't been so nervous, she would have stayed sober, knowing the spells would be easier with a clearer head. But Edward was doing something to her and whatever that something was, she wasn't sure if she liked it.

He stood up as soon as she was finished with her last bit. With a theatrical roll of her eyes, she wiped her mouth with her cloth napkin before placing it down lazily on the table and standing up too. "Sorry, I took so long," she said in a teasing voice. "I didn't know that you didn't like to eat."

"Oh, I like to eat. Just not that."

The look he gave her made her cheeks heat up. Fuck, this dude … he's going to be the death of me. I'm too young to die and yet here I am, willingly chasing after death as if I have no brains or common sense. There was something about Edward that made you trust him. While he seemed like a lot of things, he didn't strike Bella as a liar. Mysterious, sure, but not a liar. So, she found herself following him out of the restaurant and into the parking lot. At least plenty of people have seen us together. I mean, he's something to look at so at least the women here noticed him. And then they must of noticed him leaving with someone—even if it is just some brunette girl in all black. Being extra careful due to her days watching Crime Watch Daily, she sent Alice a quick text, telling her that she was headed to a bar and would keep texting her throughout the night.

Alice: Bella, I thought you were going home? You're going to a bar with him?!

Do you two know each other?

Are you doing this just to fuck?

If so, sending you positive vibes, girl!

If not, call me!

This isn't safe!

He seems like a lot.

Alice's text came quickly, one after the other as if she wasn't taking a second to breathe—or think. When Alice loved someone, she did it with her entire heart. All these texts were a manifestation of just how much she cared, even if they were a little annoying. Bella would be now, and forever, thankful for Alice in her life. She was one person she knew that would always be in her corner.

Bella: Ali, I'm all good.

I'll text you though when something changes.

He's cute but kinda creepy.

Don't know if I'm into that.

But I think I am.

"Want me to drive us both there or do you want to follow?" Edward asked as they made it to his stupid, shiny Volvo.

Why does anyone need a car that expensive? she thought as she peered back at her leased Civic. While she didn't feel like driving, she couldn't say that getting alone in a car with a stranger was a good idea. "I can drive myself. I'll follow you."

Edward smiled and nodded, unlocking his door with his key fob. "It's not far. Almost twenty minutes away. I won't drive too crazy since you'll be following. Or, you could always give me your number and I'll forward you the directions."

He was smooth—Bella could certainly give him that much. He'll probably drive too fast, or I'll get cut off and then I'll lose him for good. Even if it is in his own best interest to keep me around … After hesitating for a moment and thinking, If I really want to fuck him, why not just give him my number, she gave in and opened up the text messages on her phone and passed it off to him to input his number. Edward smirked at her, because when didn't he smirk at her, and plugged his number in before adding himself to her contacts and sending himself a text to assure that he really would have her number.

Bella looked at her phone, reading the name, "Edward Cullen," as if it were the name of some interesting, fictional character. She looked at the address then, raising a brow. "I've never heard of this place. O Negative? Is this really the name of a club around here?"

"It's a little off the grid."

Bella looked up the directions, finding the coordinates of an empty lot. She clicked the picture google provided and found something that looked completely abandoned. It looked like one of those old paintball warehouses that had seen better days. "Are you sure this is right?" she asked as she held up her phone and showed him the picture. "This looks empty."

"Like I said, it's off the grid."

She made a face and tried to find the words that conveyed how fucked up all of this sounded. I'm about to follow some dude to some rando place where he could do rando things to me like murder me or suck my blood and then murder me or rape me then suck my blood and then murder me … Things aren't even going too bad right now. Why am I chasing after death like some emo, suicidal teen? Snap out of it! Wake up and smell the roses before you're buried beneath them! "You really want me to follow you to a place like this? Can't you go 'recharge your batteries' or whatever at a club above ground? You know, somewhere where I feel like I'm not going to get brutally murdered?"

"You're not going to get brutally murdered, Bella." He made a face like her words had offended him.

Oh, as if. This big, bad monster is going to be offended by a few lousy words? "How do I know that?"

"Because I'm going to protect you." As she made a face, he added in a joking sort of way, "Besides, I can't afford to lose you. You're going to contact the dead for me. It would be stupid of me to let you die before that happens."

She swatted at him, hitting him with a limp hand before she dug into her purse for her car keys. "You better not make me regret trusting you." Is that what's happening here? I actually trust him? He's a total stranger. Even if it does feel like I've known him before … It's an eerie feeling, really. Something that belongs in uncanny valley or some shit like that.

"You trust me? I'm honored," he teased as he backed away smoothly, moving toward his car that was running and waiting for him. "You won't regret it, Bella. I can assure you of that much."

She watched as he walked away, looking every bit of a Hollywood celebrity as he always did. Instead of hunting ghosts, he should've gotten into acting. I'm sure that would've been lucrative for him … As she walked to her car, she wouldn't acknowledge the blush rising to her cheeks or the way he made her heart race. There would be a lot of things she wouldn't acknowledge when it came to him—for her own sake and for his. No person should have this much power over another. Even if she, for whatever reason, was willingly giving it.

Moving to her car, she tried to shake off the feelings she didn't like conjuring up. There's something about him … something that isn't new. But where do I know him from? I would definitely remember a man like him, even if he was just passing me by on the street. He's just got one of those faces … something you just can't ignore. As soon as she was inside the car with the radio on, everything else could fade into the background. She pumped herself up with classic rock, finding the song "Season of the Witch" perfectly fitting. With the windows rolled down and the cool, autumn air leaking in, she let herself feel herself. She was vibing, unapologetic as she drove behind Edward's Volvo.

To her surprise, he wasn't driving all crazy like she had suspected he would. He was cruising in the fast lane, pushing 80 as she drove comfortably behind him. The club was a few exits away, and when she pulled off the highway behind him, she found that this strip of road looked just as desolate as the picture of the club had. Curiosity killed the cat. Maybe you should wait in the car … let him go in and "recharge" or whatever. The parking lot didn't inspire a lot of confidence though and for some reason, it felt more sketch staying out here waiting than it did following him in.

Edward exited his ride, just as cool as he had been all night and swaggered over to her car. She was rolling her windows up by the time he reached her, letting the music play for a few more seconds before turning the car off. He regarded her with a pleasant smile that seemed far from predatory as she slid out of her vehicle and locked it up behind her. She checked out her appearance in the side mirror, quickly applying more lipstick before turning to face Edward.

"Don't worry. You look beautiful."

"I wasn't worried," she shrugged. "But thanks for the compliment.

The air was heavy between them and for a moment, she was almost certain that he was going to reach out and hold her hand. He didn't, of course, and merely took off walking in the direction of the "club," looking over his shoulder once to make sure she was indeed following. She quickened her steps, not wanting to fall behind in the nighttime that looked like it was getting ready to gobble her up. A few brisk steps and she was walking beside him, looking over her shoulder as if to make sure no one was following. Something's out there … I can feel it. Something's watching us.

"Stop looking, git. It'll notice you."

Her eyes widened as her head wiped around. "What will notice me?"

"You don't want to know what. The sorts of things that lurk out here … they're not exactly good things."

"Then, why are we here? You never said this would be dangerous."

"I never said that it wouldn't be, either, did I?"

She stopped for a moment, reaching out to grab onto his jacket sleeve to hold him in place. "I'm guessing you're not that fun to be around at parties."

"Perhaps not," he agreed, before giving her a wicked once over. "Then again, maybe you'd find me fun."

She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the chill that was running up the base of her spine. Yeah, there was something out here. Something not very nice. "Why would I find you fun? I think I'd have more than enough sense to—"

"Let's just get inside, git. There's no purpose of wandering about out here all night. Let's just get in and get the bloody hell out."

"Now, you're worried about rushing? Moving around like we're actually on a schedule."

Now, it was his turn to roll his eyes. He reached out and took her hand, interlacing their fingers before reaching for the unmarked door. Wherever this was, he had been here before—plenty of times before. She followed him into the building and down a few flights of steps. When they first arrived, it was dead silent but as they moved down the stairs, she could hear the faint sound of music. It was the sort of trap music one would hear at any of the clubs downtown. There's actually people here … this is an actual place. No fucking shit. That's insane. How have I never heard of this? She reached for her phone, wanting to snap a picture for Alice. Bella snapped on of the staircase, wanting to make some joke of how spooky it looked before Edward stopped her.

"You don't want to get caught taking photos."

"It doesn't say anything anywhere …" she commented, looking around at the bare walls. "There's not even a sign saying what this place is."

"That's because everyone who needs to know what this place is, knows what this place is."

"God, you're so vague all the time. Does anyone ever tell you that, that type of shit gets really annoying?"

With a roll of his eyes and a squeeze of her hand, he said, "No, I can't say that many women complain about me being annoying. They're usually more busy telling me other, more pleasant things."

"And look where that got you." She choked on a forced laugh, wanting to tease him while being too put off by her surroundings to do it. "You're totally full of yourself now. Marching around like you're god's gift to women."

"I don't think I'm god's gift to women. And look at you, passing judgments before you really know me at all."

"I'm not passing judgments. I'm just telling you like it is."

"Oh, is that how it is? I'm protecting you here and you've got nothing kind to say to me at all."

"Protecting me. It was your idea to come down here."

"Yeah. I need to recharge so that I can protect you. What? You want me to be totally ravenous while we try to summon our spirits tonight?"

"No. I don't want you to be totally ravenous. What does that even mean, anyway? You're not exactly opening up to me about anything."

They reached a door at the end of the steps. Edward gave her a pointed look before reaching forward to knock. He knocked three times and stepped back, holding Bella close as they waited for the door to open. They were greeted by another monster looking motherfucker. Bella tried not to snicker at the ridiculousness of it all. It's like something out of Rocky Horror over here. He's a real-life Riff Raff. Edward tried not to make a face. He was acting as if he could overhear her thoughts. Or maybe he just thought the man looked crazy too and for a single moment, they stood together in a weird solidarity that always came with having a common thing to laugh at.

As the man continued to stare at him, Edward reached down and pulled at his right sleeve. He bared a match of skin that had a heavy scar. Bella could barely see it in the dark, but thought it looked as if he had been mauled by some sort of wild animal. The scar was purplish and seemed to have a pulse of its own. What the hell is he? A werewolf or werething of some sort? A vampire? What?

"And she's with me," Edward commented, causing the man to drop his gaze to their joined hands.

The man stepped back and nodded them in. For the first time, Bella took the place in, walking past the Riff Raff and into the club that looked pretty ordinary … if you didn't pay attention to the things on the dance floor. There were monsters—real life monsters—that were dancing along to trap tunes like that wasn't the most crazy thing in the entire world. Edward pulled her along, unbothered by the show in front of them. He moved toward the bar, searching for a drink.

While the guests were all some sort of monster, the workers looked human. They moved around in leather, lacy getups as if they weren't someone's pray. One man, with leather assless chaps, was grinding on a monster who looked like something out of a vintage Hollywood movie. The monster had his hands wrapped around the man, holding him close as he did something resembling kissing against his neck.

"What the fuck is this place?" Bella said as if she had officially fallen down the rabbit hole into madness.

How did spells and ghost sightings lead to this? This is … this is utter fucking chaos.

"It's a private night club," Edward answered as the bartender made their way over to them.

"I know that," she said in the "I'm not a total moron" sort of tone. "It's just … these are fucking monsters."

He smirked, looking at her with meaningful eyes. "I'm not sure if 'monsters' is really the PC term."

"There's a PC term for these things?"

Edward shrugged. "There's a PC term for everything, isn't there?"

Before she could say anything else, the bartender wandered over and asked for a drink order. Edward ordered a brandy for himself and another gin and juice for Bella, who was too busy staring at everything to notice the spirits behind the bar.

"Have a seat and close your mouth before it gets stuck like that."

She grimaced, sliding into the barstool next to him as she said, "Sorry, Mom."

"You already stand out enough here. Don't make it worse."

She looked around again, finding that she did capture the attention of quite a few monsters. With a shudder, she leaned into Edward, letting his smell comfort her as she tried to make everything out disappear in her mind. As much as she liked spooky season, this wasn't exactly what she had in mind for fun activities. Why couldn't I find a date who wanted to take me on a hayride or maybe go apple picking or something actually cute. I want to be scared by a haunted house or two maybe but I don't want to actually fucking die.

Edward turned his head slightly, letting his breath tickle her forehead. "Don't freak out. They'll sense your fear from a mile away. It'll only make you taste better."

"Taste better?!" she nearly shouted, pulling back to look at him.

Without another word, he reached out and grabbed her face, pulling her toward him for a quick, chaste kiss. Then, she couldn't focus on talking anymore or anything else. He deepened, making her lean into him in a way that nearly had her falling out of her barstool. Faintly, she heard the bartender come back and place two drinks down before them. Edward slipped his tongue inside her mouth, making her feel intoxicated for a moment before pulling back to give her a wicked smile. "Sorry about that, git. You wouldn't shut it and you were drawing attention."

Breathless, she tried to ground herself. "I was not drawing attention." God, I sound like a five-year-old.

"Just a bit. Now, drink up and relax," he said as he handed her the gin and juice he had ordered. "I'll be back in a moment. Just have to use the bathroom."

"What?" Her eyes nearly bugged out at the suggestion. "You're really going to leave me here like this?"

"Like what? I just marked you as mine."

"That's what you did? So, now all of these monsters think I'm yours, whatever that mean."

He shrugged, seeming completely unbothered. He picked up his drink from the bar and downed it straight away. "It's better than them thinking you're theirs, isn't it?"

There was no arguing there. Bella made a face that looked a bit like, "fuck, you win, I guess," before taking a long drink of her liquor. "You'll be back quick, right?"

"Quick as I can." He was teasing her again. "Mother nature calls. If you want another drink, you can put it on my tab."

With that, he walked toward the back of the club, not paying her another look as he disappeared into the crowd. Do monsters even have to piss? Aren't they like dead or whatever? I assumed all that shit stopped working. Again, curiosity was getting the better of her and she found herself finishing off her drink before sliding off her stool and following him to the back of the club. Of course, he was long out of sight by now, but that didn't stop her from looking around.

After a few minutes, she had found nothing. She peered back at the bar and realized that he wasn't there either. Of fucking course. Watch, he totally left me here. Just as she reached for her phone, intending to call Alice and leave to drive. herself home, she saw him. Edward in a back room that she had passed by without looking at several times. Music was thumping, and bodies were moving around a smaller dance floor. The lights flickered between white and blue and in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by sweating bodies and monsters, Edward stood. There was a woman in front of him and his hands were wrapped gently around her neck. Her head was cocked to the side, and she was offering up her throat to him.

What the actual fuck. Edward was feeding. Even from where she stood in the dark, she could see his fangs pressing into the woman's neck. The strangest part of it all was the fact that the girl was just letting him. She wasn't complaining or fighting back. In fact, she didn't seem horrified in the slightest. Bella sort of understood why. There was something strangely erotic about the whole thing. She found herself pressing her thighs together as she watched them, feeling her pussy become wet and ready as Edward fed. Is that woman getting turned on too? Does she want to fuck him as desperately as I do? With a flush covering her body, Bella tried to snap out of it. Shit, what am I saying? We're ghost hunting. This isn't some strange, fucked up booty call. This is business … Her panties were becoming wet, and she continued to press her thighs together, begging for friction. What am I saying? Maybe there was something more than alcohol in that drink. Or maybe I'm just high off the feel of him … of the smell of him … of how fucking divine he looks … Holy. Fucking. God.

As if Edward could hear her thoughts, he looked up, capturing her gaze right away. His eyes were glowing—bright and green-and he continued to look at her as he finished off his meal. He seemed to take a few more sucks before pulling away. He dabbed at his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. He's a really dainty eater. The girl leaned against him for a moment as if she were regaining her strength before pulling away and moving toward another man in the crowd. Edward made his way toward Bella then, closing the distance between them with a casual stride.

"It's really not polite to watch someone eat, you know?"

"You were watching me earlier."

He smirked. "Touché."

"You're a vampire, then?"

"You catch on quick," he teased before taking her hand and pulling her back into the main room. "I assumed you'd rather that not have been you."

Don't assume too quickly. As soon as she thought it, she stumbled, surprising herself. What the ever loving fuck was that? What do I want him to do? Feed on me? God, I'm really losing it. Maybe all this gin is getting to my head.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

He shrugged, smiling as he looked down at their joined hands. "I don't know … I like the dramatics, I guess. Are you ready to go? Or do you want to dance for a bit?"

"Dance for a bit? I thought we had important ghost business."

"Nothing that can't wait for one song," Edward said as he pulled her onto the dance floor. The trap music changed into something vintage and mellow. Some of the monsters huffed at it, leaving the dance floor with their human companions to grab a drink. Edward smiled at the change, looking as if he had just stepped out of his own time. "I asked the bartender for a favor," he explained as "Witchcraft" began to play.

Although Bella didn't know the first real thing about dancing, Edward held her close and guided her movements.

"Those fingers in my hair

That sly come-hither stare

That strips my conscience bare

It's witchcraft

And I've got no defense for it

The heat is too intense for it

What good would common sense for it do?

'Cause it's witchcraft

Wicked witchcraft

And although, I know, it's strictly taboo."

Edward moved her close, letting his mouth find her neck as they moved like one. She felt like she was floating on the dance floor, letting him kiss her pulse, knowing full well the danger of it. Even though she was the witch, she seemed like the one falling under his spell. Whatever spells vampires could come up with anyway …

"When you arouse the need in me

My heart says yes indeed in me

Proceed with what you're leading me to

It's such an ancient pitch

But one I wouldn't switch

'Cause there's no nicer witch than you."

The chorus ended and Edward gave her neck one final kiss before pulling back. They were both breathless. Who knew the undead could have problems breathing? She smirked and let him hold onto her like they had known each other for many lives. Maybe we have … maybe that's why I feel him so deeply rooted inside me … For a stranger, he's anything but unfamiliar. Feeling bold, she pressed her lips into his, kissing him at her own pace. His mouth felt familiar. His body felt like home. All of it was rushing back—scaring her as she tried to make sense of the memories. They were all images of different times. Images consisting of Edward. So, they had known each other before and now, something was tethering than together. Maybe this was fate. Or whatever fate can be found in horror.

When she pulled away, he stared at her as if he were seeing her for the very first time. Then, he smiled, looking as if he had seen her many times before. "Let's get out of here. The night is young, and the energy is just right. We'll find our ghost tonight. I'm sure of it."

She let him take her hand and guide her back to the exit. Now, she wasn't in the ghost hunting sort of mood. She was in the please fuck me until I can't think straight sort of mood instead. Something told her that, that would come later, however. They would find the ghost, get whatever answers they needed, and then end up as a sweaty mess of limbs on his mattress. At least, that's how Bella saw it. And, by the looks of it, that's how Edward saw it too.

"I'll send you my address," Edward said as they made it back to the parking lot.

He walked her to her car, opening the driver's door for her to slip inside. After putting her keys in the ignition and turning her car on, she turned to him and looked up at him looming over her.

"So … what's out here? What's watching us? What is there to be afraid of."

He looked around almost as if he was trying to scare her before he leaned in and whispered, "Goblins. The really bad sort."

Goblins are real? Edward laughed gently at her expression before kissing her forward and moving away. "There are more things in the world that go bump in the night than you think."

"Yeah," she muttered as he reached to shut her car door and return to his Volvo. "I'm starting to realize that."

A/N: **********Halloween Question of the day: What's your go to scary movie for this time of year? What do you have to watch every Halloween?***************

(My favorite scary movie to watch is Halloween! I love me some Jamie Lee Curtis!)