God, the walk from the club seemed like it was taking forever. Maybe it was the heavy silence, maybe it was my godforsaken heels! For whatever reason, I was really creeped out walking alone, more so than usual. I must have been out of my mind to walk home by myself in the early morning hours. As if that weren't enough, I had to pass several cemeteries along the way. The last one was by far the worst. It was old as hell. Vines crawled up the stones that made up the half walls. Set into the stone were wrought-iron fences with spikes at the top. It was a nearly impenetrable fortress set up over one hundred years ago to keep the body snatchers out. "God Jenny, you're an easy scare." I told myself.
I swore I saw something out of the corner of my eye move across the cemetery ground from one grave behind another. I looked for a disturbance in the fog, and there wasn't one. The fog had been rolling in for some time. The cemetery was thick with it and it had begun to spill out in the street now. I jerked my head back toward the cemetery at the sound of twig snapping. Damn, I couldn't see a thing. I was dark in there, but anyone could have been concealed by the fog if they crouched low enough. I picked up my pace.
The huge iron gates rested on their ancient hinges. A thick chain was roped around the two inner bars and a heavy pad lock sat securely in the center. "Who in their right mind would want to get in?" I murmured to myself. It was dead silent. There wasn't a breeze to rustle the leaves. All I heard was the resounding clatter of my heels on the sidewalk as I moved.
As I passed the gates I felt relieved that nothing had jumped out at me. But then I heard a horrible sound that I will never forget. The sound of the thick chain links clinked together and then the ancient gates creaked on their hinges. My heart began to flutter as the first signs of panic built in my body. I turned to see the gate swinging open and then a loud bang rang out as the iron slapped against the stone pillar holding it. It creaked back a bit. I wasn't about to wait around for whatever was on the other side of that gate about to exit the cemetery. I turned again and pulled my heels off as I engaged in a full sprint. I ran the length of the cemetery, finally passing its boundaries. I continued to run several more blocks and then stopped to catch my breath. I leaned against the brick wall of a storefront. My chest heaved up and down as I ran my hands over my face. I heard someone walking toward me and I looked up.
At first glance I dismissed him because he was just a man. I guess I was expecting something more like a ghost. But I quickly did a double take. The only way to describe him was that he looked like a force. He was dressed in black from head to toe. His tight t-shirt clung to his muscular frame. His hair was stylishly a bit longer. But the way he moved was mesmerizing. His body was tall and lean and he carried himself with an almost superior air of confidence. His dark eyes had settled on me and that was where they stayed while he moved toward me. He didn't say a word, and he didn't need to. His eyes said it all.
I don't know how he did it, but I suddenly realized that I was his. It was not by choice, and yet not by force either. I was spellbound, entranced. It was as though nothing else existed but this predator moving toward me. He walked up to me casually while I still leaned back against the wall. When he reached me he did the strangest thing. He leaned in and sniffed me. He breathed in deeply while inhaling the air in front of my body. He came away with a smirk. Although it was an odd gesture, I found it to be very sexy. His presence aroused me more than any man ever had. My body ignited. My heart pumped a slow and steady sex laced pulse through my body. My breasts felt swollen and tender and I was well aware of the dampness between my legs.
