“What about you? What’s your story?” I ask, so ready to change the subject. “What makes you such a bitter biter?”
“It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter now.”
Hm. Stubborn. But I’ll get it out of him. “It obviously does. It obviously upsets you. Maybe it’d feel good to talk about it. To a stranger.”
“A stranger like you?”
“Sure. I can’t say I’ll be able to give wise advice, but I’d be happy to listen. And we’ve got time.”
“But you’re a slayer.”
“Dude. I’m like a good slayer—”
Jareth suddenly puts a hand over my mouth. I stop talking and listen. Footsteps. Coming closer. Shit. I hope the cleaning crew doesn’t need to get into the broom closet. We’ll totally be caught!
I look up at Jareth questioningly, having no idea what to do. His eyes are wide and frightened.
“Follow my lead,” he whispers.
And then he leans down and kisses me!!!
Uh, sorry, have to continue this later. Mom’s totally yelling at me to get to bed. . . .
POSTED BY RAYNE McDONALD @ 1 A.M.
TWO COMMENTS:
CandyGrrl says . . .
He kissed u!?!?! How can u leave us hanging like this? Tell ur mom this is more important! Gah!
Soulsearcher says . . .
Making out in a funeral home. Sooo romantic. Oh, so romantic.
SunshineBaby says . . .
You kissed Jareth? Dude, I’m your twin! How come I’m always the last to know?
17
THURSDAY, JUNE 7, 8 A.M.
Closet Kisses and a Lot of Wishes
Quick entry before school since you’re all annoyed that I had to cut out at the kissing scene. Believe me, I didn’t want to leave you hanging either, but Mom was being totally adamant. I think she’s still pissed that we scared off her date. Oh, and speaking of? I think she’s still seeing the guy. Grrr. I’ve got to have a talk with her.
Anyway, where I left off: footsteps approaching and I’m getting ravaged by the sexiest vampire on earth. But forget the footsteps. You just want to know about the ravaging, right? Heh.
You know how I said how heavenly the bite from Jareth was? Well, the kiss he gave me last night was even better, if you can believe it!
Here’s how it went down:
His mouth captures mine. I know that sounds funny, but that’s exactly what it seems like. Total domination of my lips. I’m so surprised that my jaw drops, which inadvertently allows him full access. And he takes advantage, his lips pressing hard against mine, his tongue finding my own and meeting it with almost a worshipful caress. Obviously it’s hard to describe kisses, but think of your best kiss ever and multiply it by three and a half million and you’re probably pretty close. Every nerve ending in my body is like, singing, at this point. Just like in romance books, there’s, like, this electricity flowing through my veins. Suddenly I don’t care why we’re kissing or the fact that we’re probably, like, this close to getting busted by whoever’s coming to the closet. All I can think of, focus on, is his lips against mine.
Half of me wishes you could all kiss Jareth, just so you can feel for yourselves. The other half hopes that Jareth never kisses anyone else but me for the rest of eternity.
The footsteps fade and Jareth pulls away, way too soon for my liking.
“Sorry,” he says, his normally pale face bright red. “I just figured if they caught us, it’d be better to look like we snuck off together, than were hiding for some other more nefarious purpose.”
I nod, not trusting my voice at the moment. I’m madly praying the footsteps come back so we can go for round two. But I’m just not that lucky. Whoever it was hits the lights and slams the front door closed. They’re out.
I involuntarily lick my lower lip, nearly desperate for another taste. So delicious. So, so delicious. My whole body is humming. I’m dying to just jump him. I wonder what he’d do if I did. Would he pull away? Be disgusted? Or does he feel the same attraction I do? I wish I knew.
We stand in silence, still so close that I can feel Jareth’s cool breath on my face. I wonder for a moment why vampires need to breathe, seeing as they’re technically not alive. I’ll have to look it up later.
Five minutes go by. Then five more. It seems like an eternity. I wish, not for the first time, that we could kiss again. But Jareth seems to be stuck in full-on listening mode.
Finally he speaks.
“I think they’re gone. We’re safe,” he says. He pushes open the door and puts a hand around the small of my back to lead me out into the hallway. Just that small touch sparks a thrill strong enough to curl my toes. I wonder what it’d be like to get it on with him for real. I probably wouldn’t be able to handle it. Would he be rough and demanding? Or gentle, soft, and sweet? And what would he be like afterward? Would he want to cuddle? Or, like most of my past boyfriends, reach for the PlayStation controller, afterward. I’m so over those guys.
Guess I’ll never know. And there’s no use fantasizing about it, now is there?
Anyhow, we creep through the dark hallway, down the stairs, and into the basement. There, Jareth finds a hanging light and pulls the string, enveloping the room in a dim yellowy glow. I look around, my breath catching in my throat as I recognize what surrounds me.
Corpses. Everywhere I look. Freak-y. I’ve never seen dead bodies in real life before.
Of course, they don’t seem to bother Jareth even the slightest. I guess that’s probably because technically speaking he’s a living, walking, breathing corpse himself. He heads straight over to the wall, where there’s a large filing cabinet- like setup and starts reading the drawer labels. He pauses at one and then pulls open the drawer. Out pops (surprise, surprise) another body. Ugh. I’m so going to have nightmares tonight. This is worse than the time Spider and I had an all-night Friday the 13th-watching marathon. Every time I closed my eyes for weeks later I saw hockey-masked Jason lumbering up to me with his machete, ready to creatively murder me for my sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll sins.