Cave of Terror

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Authors: Amber Dawn Bell
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fight I intended to win.
    Mandy grinned and cocked her head to the side. “I see. I think I like this side of you. I didn't know you had it in you, especially not over some boy."
    As if reading my mind, Dracula fixed his gaze on me and smiled. Val followed his stare and all but growled when she saw where he concentrated his attention. She was practically foaming at the mouth.
    He stood, never breaking eye contact with me, and extended his arm. “I believe you owe me a dance ... and our song is playing."
    I sucked in a breath and stood frozen. Slowly, I held out my shaking hand. He took it gently, yet firmly into his. Heat spread through my body at the contact. Energy surged between us, linking us in some kind of electrical bond.
    He led me to the area that had been cleared for dancing. His eyes glittered with an unfamiliar emotion, making me tingle inside, twisting my belly into a nervous clump. He pulled me into his embrace and I tensed, allowing my body to adjust to his presence. I inhaled his scent, memorizing every detail.
    My heart thumped a crazy rhythm inside my chest. I had never experienced anything so wonderful and so scary at the same time. A warm soothing energy cocooned us and everyone else faded in the background. It was just me and Dracula.
* * * *
    The words to the song, our song, seeped into my conscious mind.
    You fill the dark void in my soul
    Brightening my world and making me whole
    My blood sings in my veins when you're near
    Lifting me up, taking away all my fear
    Say you'll be my forever
    I want to make you mine
    Be my forever
    Until the end of time...
    I relaxed and rested my cheek against his chest. Vibrations from his voice tickled my face as he sang along with the song. I was in heaven.
    "Sparkie?"
    "Yeah?” I lifted my head and stared into his crystal blue eyes.
    "I'm really glad you came to the party. Saves me the trouble of having to find you."
    I couldn't stop myself from frowning. “Why would you want to find me anyway? You don't even know my name."
    "Cheyenne Wilde. And if you can't figure out why I wanted to find you, then I must be doing something wrong.” He laughed and pulled me closer. “And here I thought I was so charming. Guess I'll have to try harder."
    Shazaam! If he tried any harder, I'd burst into flames. We continued to sway to the music, lost in our own world. And then a thought occurred to me.
    "How do you know my name?” I asked
    He wiggled his eyebrows. “I'll never tell."
    "Will you at least tell me your name? I mean we have a song and all. I should probably at least know that."
    "I think not.” His full lips spread into a cheesy grin.
    I was starting to feel more at ease around him. “And why not?"
    "Well, if I give up everything now, there will be no mystery left. You'll get bored and never want to see me again.” He sighed, shrugged, and made a pouty face.
    I laughed and pushed against his chest. “Oh, whatever."
    It was so strange. It was like I had known him for years, yet I didn't even know his name. The song ended and some freaky Halloween music came on, so he escorted me off the dance floor, his warm palm resting gently on the small of my back.
    The glares I received as I passed the ‘Val Fan Club’ would have burnt me to a crisp if I wasn't already burning from the inside out. Mandy stood against the wall with the ‘Happy Halloween’ banner strung above her head, Brad close beside her. She smiled and winked as we walked by on our way to the snack table.
    "Wanna grab something to eat and go out on the back porch?” Dracula asked.
    "Sure.” Like I was gonna say no.
    We snatched a bat and pumpkin decorated paper plate and plopped a few goodies on it, then stepped out onto the porch. The full moon glowed, painting the backyard with ethereal light. The air was crisp, but I wasn't cold like I had been earlier. Warmth poured over me from the nearness of his body. We sat in the porch swing, enjoying the atmosphere. No words were needed. The comfortable

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