Chapter3
Ms. Hyde
The night is cold, dark, and dank. I'm sitting in my Jag in front of Kane's house with absolutely no memory of how I got here. I don't remember driving, or even waking up.
There's a hunger inside me that both confuses and excites me. It's not like anything I've ever felt before, and I can only think of one way to sate it.
I should be worried about the dark hair I see in the mirror right now. In fact, it should terrify me. The darkness isn't surfacing, so why is my hair a glistening onyx right now? Who knows? Who cares?
I step out of the car, wearing a tight pair of leather pants that had been in my closet, though I have no recollection of ever putting them on. The shirt is barely a shirt at all. The deep red pops against the black pants, leaving me dressed for the wandering eyes. My stomach and back are bare for several inches, and my cleavage is accentuated more than ever before.
I smile a vixen's grin as I stalk toward the house like I'm searching for prey. Deke, Zee, and Kane are lounging on the couches, eating popcorn and watching some gory movie, completely oblivious to my approach.
He has no idea what I have in store for him right now.
I watch patiently as the slasher film gets all the more disturbing and violent. Blood paints the walls, decorates the faces of the victims, and spills free from each new wound. I'm sure, to a night stalker, this is more like watching Food Network as opposed to a horror flick.
Feeling like a bit of a menace, I decide to test that theory and see if they're hungry or spooked. A devilish smirk spreads as I creep through the unlocked door. Their keen sense of hearing is drowned out by the screams exuding from the sixty-inch, flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.
My spell has given them so much security that they don't even worry about someone sneaking in. It feels good to watch them–like they'remyprey instead of the other way around.
Devious images of things I could do dance around in my mind. I'm not here to play too many games though. I've got one thing in mind and it's time to announce my presence.
With a hard slam of the door, I watch all three of them leap from their seats, popcorn flying in response. Zee is the only one who screeches out in surprise, proving the slasher film might have been more of a horror for him than the others.
My seductress's grin stays intact as I stare into Kane's eyes. It takes him less than a blink to move to me, readying to attack, until he realizes it's me. He pulls his fist down from the air, and his glowing blues simmer down to his natural greens.
"Who the fu-"
"Alyssa?" Zee squeaks, interrupting Deke's question.
"Alyssa is light with blond hair," Deke says dismissively.
With Kane blocking their view, they can't see me right now. There's nothing light about me in this moment. I'm dark and I’m fucking love it.
"Alyssa?" Kane murmurs softly while tilting his head to show his confusion. "I thought I asked you to stay in tonight."
He pockets his hands when he doesn't know what to do with them, squirming uncomfortably as he appraises me and my attire.
"I felt like being rebellious. Complain much?" I quip while taking a sexy-strutted step toward him.
"What's going on? Why is your hair dark?"
His eyes greedily scour my body, taking in all the revealed flesh. I finally tire of the soft-spoken Kane. I crave the night stalker lurking within. I crave his bite.
Without giving him much time to react, I pull him to me, jerking his face to meet mine. He doesn't fight in the least. He grips me under my ass and jerks me up, pulling me tight against his firm body.
"O... kay... so... um...what's going on?" Zee chuckles.
Something almost erotically charged flows from my mouth to Kane's, making his eyes open and almost roll back in his head from the euphoric delight. He pulls back just slightly to savor the remnants of power, licking his lips for any lingering taste.
"That's new," he murmurs while showing me his glowing blues I wanted to see.
"Your room," I order, pushing my lips back against his.
He doesn't dawdle or argue as the wind rushes against the back of my hair. The door shuts, and almost simultaneously, I'm on my back in his bed. He's always the predator, the aggressor, the one calling the shots. Not tonight. This is my game, and I'll play it my way.
"Fuck, you taste good," he murmurs against my lips, feeding my need for his desire.
