Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 83

Rebecca

"I'm so happy that you're here with me, Rebecca! Without you, I wouldn't have dared to come to this frat party!"

Greta beams at me. She is pretty. Her smile pushes her pink cheeks to pop, making it that much easier to see her freckles.

"Yeah, but you're supposed to be sick." I clench my red plastic cup before bringing it to my lips. "You should be in bed right now."

"Nah, I can't waste time being sick when your crazy mate is finally out of town. Davis never lets you go out."

Davis never allows me to do anything, but I don't tell Greta that and instead glance around the room.

It's filled with athletes and pretty women. No wonder Greta already has stars in her eyes when she looks around.

Her eyes stayed glued to every man for more than five seconds, and I honestly don't blame her.

The men here are smoking hot, and I mean it. The guys on Jock Street aren't boys no more; even though most are human, they seem like a different breed.

Why? Because average humans are gangly, sweet boys while these athletes all look like walking, talking alphas.

They could all honestly be supernatural.

Physically. Mentally.

They are all big men with actual responsibilities and commitments. It gives them a meaner edge to know they work hard and focus on their sport to a hundred percent. Kind of like we lycans do when it comes to hunting.

And holy moon goddess, watching these men is enough to send my heart erratically pumping adrenaline through my body. They are all in peak physical condition. Cocky, arrogant, and entirely aware that the girls are drooling over them like they are the last pizza slices in the box.

Sexy.

Attractive.

Irresistible.

Despite all that ringing true, I don't want to date a jock. Lord knows these guys aren't ready for commitment. And I have Davis whether or not I like it, but I'm a warm-blooded female-I can look. "Oh, they are serving free drinks over there!" Greta hooks her arm with mine, and I laugh because it's like we are back in kindergarten.

"I can walk on my own!"

"Can you?" Greta challenges and wriggles her eyebrows. "Because I'm having difficulty functioning-being here is so exciting!"

I smile at my friend. Greta hasn't found her mate yet and loves going to parties to search for them. It's both sad and romantic.

"Yeah, I'm a big girl-I can handle myself."

"You seriously don't want to walk with me?"

"It's not that," I tell her. "I just really have to pee."

Greta smiles at me. "Oh, okay! Well, I will head over there and get us free drinks in the meantime."

"That's nice of you!"

"Anytime."

Greta beams at me and wanders away to get in the booze line.

I follow her with my eyes and try to memorize her outfit, so I can replace her later: blonde hair in a muffin at the top of her head. Got it; now I can head to the toilet in peace. Hastily, I turn around-only to crash into William. And I mean crash because I LITERALLY walk straight into his white t-shirt.

But... I'm not really complaining.

He smells good.

How do I know? My nose is still pressed against his t-shirt. The initial shock roots me to the ground for a couple of seconds before my IQ returns, and I finally back away. s**t, he is enormous.

Gulping, my eyes trail up his muscular, bare forearm. I admire his tattoes before staring at his set of broad shoulders. My breath hitches, and I bet my mouth is open when I meet his unsettling curious eyes. "William!" I exclaim. "I... I didn't see you there!"

Humor crosses his features, but it doesn't reach his mouth, which is kept in a solemn line. "Really?"

"Hmm?"

"You didn't see me?"

Oh!

Oh god...

I know what William is saying without him saying it. He is towering over most people here-my eyes are in line with the bottom of his pecs. Which pretty much means I should have seen him.

"Uhhh, about that... I didn't look forward and kind of just turned..." I sigh heavily and decide to lay off the venom. "Anyway, can we be at peace tonight and return to being enemies tomorrow?" "You aren't going to apologize?"

His stare is making me nervous. "Do I have to?"

His lips quirk up in mischief. "I suppose not. That's a nice polo sweater, by the way. Very... Conservative."

I narrow my eyes, unable to hold back my sarcasm. "Oh, I'm sorry, should I have shown off the goods tonight?"

He averts his eyes and smiles into his plastic cup. "Or your lack thereof."

"Excuse me?"

William chuckles. "Nothing, nothing, we are at peace, remember?"

Before I can think of a good comeback, the jockhole wanders away and immediately gets hit on by a group of girls. I frown upon noticing him smirking my way. Typical player behavior. Rolling my eyes, I walk to the bathroom. There isn't much of a line, but Greta is waiting for me when I come out.

Her eyes widen the second we make eye contact, and I recognize her expression: something terrible has happened.

"What is it?" I ask as I peer up into her teary eyes. She is taller than me; most people are.

"The air outside..." Greta mumbles. "It smells... It smells like a demon is on the loose, but... Davis isn't here, and you and I can't always control our lycans. So what do we do?"

"A demon? Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure."

I curse under my breath. I knew it was a bad idea for Davis to leave town.

"Is there anyone we could call?" I ask.

Greta grimaces. "We haven't been attacked in so long that Davis thought the danger was over. He took the most useful pack members on that dumb wrestling journey."

"True..." I take a deep breath. "Well, should we head outside and see how bad it is? Maybe we can defeat it without shape-shifting?"

Greta is nervously chewing on her bottom lip; it's her bad habit. She has bite marks all over it.

"I'm not sure if that is a great idea. What if we will get injured or something? No one will come to our aid."

"We can't let a demon wander around the block either!" I hiss and grab Greta's arm to pull her outside when I notice some people staring at us from across the room. "Come with me. Let's talk about this outside." Greta reluctantly follows me outside, and once we are standing by the side of the house, I finally dare to talk.

"Do you know of any werewolves that we could contact? Maybe even a vampire clan or something?"

Greta blinks away tears. "No, they wouldn't listen to us anyway! We are lycans, Rebecca! All the other species hate us for being destructive and downright crazy. We are ugly too!"

She is right.

Lycans are a unique species. We shape-shift into massive, beastly creatures that stand around fourteen feet tall.

Most of the time, we fight on our hind legs, and since our beasts like to battle, we can lose control of who we are in our other form.

"I know, I know, which means that our only option is to sniff out this demon ourselves. And if we are lucky, it's only a minor demon that we can defeat without shape-shifting." Greta slumps her shoulders in defeat. "I know you're right, but I don't like this plan at all."

I give her a forced smile. "Me neither, but what else should we do?"

"Well..." Greta squirms. "We both know what the demon wants..."

I freeze when I process her words. Greta barely dares to meet my eyes, and I understand why-she doesn't want to send me to my grave, but she is asking me to sacrifice myself. The demons want me.

I have this strange power, and the demons want to eat me. They used to regularly appear out of nowhere to chase me. But it's been a long time since they last came for me.

I sigh. "Okay, new plan: I will head into the forest alone, and if I can't defeat the demon, I will lure it away from the humans."

Greta's lips quiver. "I'm... I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay," I give her a reassuring smile. "I run pretty fast."