This is a follow-up to the story I submitted for the Halloween writing contest, Vampire Encounter. A couple of people commented they would like to see a follow-up, so here it is! Enjoy!
Here I am again, Mary thought. She was sitting at the bar again, the same one she had been at Halloween night, minus the wench outfit. But one thing was the same. She felt like an idiot. Again. She still wasn't even sure what really had happened that night, or if it was all in her head. Although even her imagination wasn't that good.
She reached over and picked up her beer, sipping it, while looking around. It wasn't nearly as crowded as Halloween night, but it was busy, with a full dance floor, and the music pumping just as loudly. Tonight she was dressed more in her normal attire; Jeans and a pink blouse, with no threat of her chest falling out of her shirt. She set the bottle down on the bar with a clunk and sighed. What crazy thought had dragged her to this bar again, a week after Halloween, she didn't know, but she was leaving.
Mary stood up, threw some money on the bar for her drink along with a tip, and headed for the door. She took one last look around the club, and pushed the door open. She stepped out into the quiet, cold night, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. She looked toward her car in the parking lot, and then over to the alley. Unlike the previous night she had been here, tonight the moon shone brightly overhead, illuminating the world below.
She couldn't stop herself from braving the cold, and walking over to the alley. Slowly she stepped into the alley's entrance, looking around warily. Flashes of that night popped into her head. The night was silent, so her shoes clicking on the ground seemed to echo all around her. Halfway down the alley she stopped, suddenly feeling odd, the air hanging heavy. She turned slowly, expecting to see him, but no one was there. Mary shook her head, and walked back the way she had come, and straight to her car. This had been a mistake.
Twenty minutes later she pulled into her garage, shut off the car, and got out. She was thinking more and more that everything about that night had been an incredibly vivid dream. Even the dried cum on her thighs must have just been her own juices from coming during the dream. That must be it.
She stepped into the house from the attached garage door, shutting it. Before she could reach for the light, she heard him.
"Were you looking for me?"
Mary turned around, heart thumping in her chest. She felt movement to her right, and heard the light switch click on. It took a few seconds for her eyes adjust to the bright light, and then she saw him. He looked the same as Halloween night, dark hair and eyes, gorgeous. No cape now, just tight jeans and a snug black t-shirt. Mary's heart continued to pound, heartbeat speeding up, but not from fear.
He moved to stand in front of her, and tilted her chin up. His eyes bore into hers, and her cheeks flushed as the memories of the last time he had touched her raced across her mind.
"I saw you sitting at the bar tonight, but I wanted us to have a little more privacy."
"I, I felt you, when I went into the alley, didn't I?"
"Yes, but I wanted more than a quick fuck in the alley this time."
Mary's face flared hot pink at his bluntness. "How did you know where I live, how did you get in here?"
