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“C’mon, Dara. Trust me, you want to see this.” Cal Carruthers rushed ahead of me, the setting sun making his auburn hair look like it was on fire.
He dashed into the shadowy crevices between the trees and boulders. I sighed. The whole day was like a dream come true. I mean, in what world did the hotness that is Cal Carruthers ask a band geek like me on a picnic?
I stepped over a moss covered log, my long hair blowing into my face.
“So how much further is this place?” I called.
Leaves crunched under my feet as I made my way deeper into the woodland. Silence enveloped me. The birds had stopped chirping and I didn’t hear Cal’s footsteps any longer.
The stench of rotten wood and moist earth assaulted me. I wrinkled my nose. My eyes scanned the thick canopies above me, daylight fading fast.
“We’re almost there.” Cal poked his head out of the brush, nearly causing me a heart attack.
“You scared the crap out of me.” I sucked in a deep breath, trying to get my pulse back to normal.
He reached for my hand, his fingers entwining mine. “Sorry.”
His brilliant smile practically blinded me. “It’s okay.”
Dang straight it was okay. I mean, this was Cal Carruthers. He could do anything to me and it’d be okay. Like kiss me. Or hold me. Or well anything.
He grinned as if hearing my thoughts and tugged me along behind him. After a few more minutes we came to stop in front of a large, stone structure. It was covered with moss and reminded me of a large hive.
“What is this place?” A cold wind picked up my hair, sending chills down my neck. Forest debris blew across the forest floor as if trying to run away.
“Some place special.” Cal’s eyes darkened and a low humming reverberated around us.
I gasped as tiny winged creatures darted from the hive. Fairies. No way. This wasn’t real. I took a step back, but Cal caught hold of me, cementing me in place.
The fairies flickered in and out of the trees like sparkling Christmas lights, their wings beating behind them. They looked so celestial. So beautiful.
One flew closer to me and landed on my arm. It cocked its head to the side then lowered its head.
“Ow! It bit me.” I shrieked, trying to get the creature off me.
“Of course they did. They’re hungry Dara. Hungry for blood. Your blood.”
I staggered backward. “No. This isn’t possible.”
“Come my sweets. Dinner has arrived.” Cal waved his hands in the air. At once, thousands of vampiric fairies were upon me.
Teeth nipped and gnawed at my flesh. The beings swarmed me, covering me like a heavy net until I fell to the ground. Pain erupted in my veins. They pulled at my hair and my skin. Biting and sucking. I wanted to scream, but the fairies covered my face, muffling me.
And Cal stood there. Watching. Waiting for me to die. My dream come true had turned into a nightmare. A nightmare, I’d never escape.
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