Twenty-five years ago, Elias Zwarteveen unwillingly turned into a bogeyman. Desperate for a way to reverse the transformation, he'd like to meet another one of his kind.
His girlfriend's seven-year-old has it on good authority that the janitor's cl...
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"Selina Sarrrdi. Why must you look so beautiful?" Elias traced Selina's collarbone with the sharp tip of his talon. The nap she took had been short but it had obviously done her good, her smile radiant and her eyes sparkling keenly into the world, ready again to take it by storm. Elias was boggity bogs sure nobody had ever looked this hot in shrubs.
"How am I supposed to let you go when you look like this? Smell like this?" He nuzzled her hair, breathing in as much of her as he could in the short time he was given.
"I suggest you kiss me goodbye, then release me, and hold that thought until tomorrow morning when I slip back into bed where you'll be waiting." She prodded his chest playfully.
"Oh no, absolutely not. There will be no slipping into bed before having breakfast. What do you want? French toast? Bacon and eggs?"
"You're spoiling me. Cereal will be fine."
Cereal wasn't nourishment enough for all the plans he had with her when she returned, so he tsk-ed and tugged her close. "I'll see what I can do. Now about that kiss." He dipped her like they did in old movies, which was surprisingly easy with the stuff of nightmares keeping them afloat. He took his time, tentatively opening his mouth just a little first, knowing she'd shiver with excitement at the sight of his fangs.
"Elias." Hearing her sigh his name would never get old and he enjoyed the short distance between them for another prolonged moment before claiming her mouth. She tasted like sugared coffee and sweet promises.
The things he'd like to do ...
"Hold that thought, sexy!" She drew away from him and dashed through the door with a wink, leaving him utterly dazzled and shamefully turned on.
"You two are gross." Lowie's voice sounded from behind him.
"Why aren't you doing your homework like your mom told you to? Multiplication tables, I believe?" He took a moment to collect himself before whirring around to see Lowie waving a paper plane about.
"Multiplication tables ready for takeoff!" The boy grinned and stormed back into the living room, flying his plane high above his head.
It took Elias everything he got to keep a straight face. What had happened to the shy, anxious boy that pattered into the attic room little over a year ago? He was a cheeky little menace, pushing his mom's buttons whenever he could, and he was even worse with him, always testing and teasing, checking how far he could go, and Elias loved it. "Oh no, mister. You're not getting off the hook that easily."
He caught up with the rascal and grabbed him under his arm in-flight. He took Lowie for a spin around the room. His giggles echoed off the walls, but then Elias flew him back to his desk. "There, young man, flight completed. Multiplication tables ready to unfold. Do you need some help? I was pretty good at mathematics back in my day."
"Yes, please sit!" Lowie said eagerly as he straightened the plane back into its original paper form with both hands. The cheeky grin on his face told Elias that he wasn't surrendering this easily. What was he up to?
