“BUT IT’S HALLOWEEN! It’s spooky season! Being scared is the point!”
Octavius wasn’t sure why he was arguing, as he had already decided to cut back. And really, he’d taken the rest down…at least, he thought he had. The problem with putting an uncountable number of sticky spells up…is one didn’t always remember where one put them. So, Octavius had meant to remove the one currently crumbled at his feet, but had forgotten he had put it there.
“No, free candy is the point!” Turney snapped.
Octavius gasped, clutching at his heart. “How could you?!” He sniffed. “You know I can’t eat candy! How can I enjoy Halloween without the scares?”
Ah…candy. Sweet, delicious candy, that he would never ever get to eat. He could sniff it…dream about it…but if he wanted any, he’d have to melt it down and drink it. Which you couldn’t really do with some hard candies. Way too hot in liquid form. The mouth burns… He shuddered at the memories.
Turney sighed. “Oh, my God… Can you please just stop trying to scare the hell out of me?”
“I mean…I took them all down. Well, I tried to take them all down. At least, I took down the ones I’d placed for you, and not just for the party. I may have forgotten a few, like…the one in the shower.”
Though it was curious that the one there had taken so long to go off. Hmm, perhaps the water interfered with the spell a bit?
“You did?” Turney slowly asked.
Octavius blinked. “Did what?” he asked, his mind distracted, before he realized what Turney was referring to. “Oh, yes! I did!”
His zombie bun frowned. “Not that I’m not happy to hear that, but why?”
Octavius shifted into his humanoid form and let out a sigh. “Well, like I said during the whole…cooking fiasco. Scarlett said I was going overboard. After talking to her, I realized I was being a bit mean…so I took them down. And I promise now that I’ll try to not do so much next year…maybe only a few scares here and there, and not every day, and certainly not multiple times a day.”
The zombie eyed him. “Could there be no scares?”
He gasped. “Where would the fun in that be?”
Turney looked up and rubbed his face before muttering, “What is my life?”
Octavius giggled and moved in closer to pull the zombie into his arms and snuggle. “Your life is amazing, hehe.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, you crazy bat.”
“Anyway, while I’m cutting back on personal scares…it’s still fine for me to go all out for the party, right? I mean, at this point, it’s too late to pull back, as Halloween is tomorrow. I have so much spooky stuff planned. I can’t guarantee that you won’t be scared at times.”
Turney wrapped his arms around him. “I can deal with a few scares each year…and no, you don’t have to hold back during your party. I would never be so mean to smother your fun on your favorite day of the year.”
“Ah, you’re the best boyfriend ever, my precious zombie bunny,” Octavius said with a happy sigh, burrowing his face into the zombie’s neck to breathe in his sweet cookie dough scent.
“So, guess what I did today while you were running around like a mad man?”
Octavius pulled back, pout in place. “What did you do?”
He’d hardly call what he did running around or mad related. Though some of Octavius’ plans in the recent days had come to fruition…traps set and bait taken—hehe. But it meant he had to make some last-minute adjustments. Well, he had to pretend to make last-minute adjustments, as if it hadn’t been his plan all along. And pretending took effort. Without effort, how could it look real?! Otherwise, he’d just been decorating.
Turney smirked. “I had my blood tested.”
Octavius froze for a moment, his heart skipping a beat. “You had it tested?”
“Mmm.” The zombie nudged against him, giving him a peck on the lips.
He licked his lips as his gaze trailed to the zombie’s neck, his fangs lengthening. “And?”
“Guess who is now free to be bitten by a certain vampire?”
Octavius let out a squeal as he picked Turney up and spun him around. “FINALLY!”
Turney laughed. “Put me down, you dork.”
