What I Learned From The Fantasma - Book I

Ch. IV The Sad Ending to Her Alex Turner Cutout

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CH. IV: The Sad Ending of her Alex Turner Cut-out

"I'd call Scooby but seems there's already a dog here," shot back the girl too small to actually be throwing insults like that,

The sudden outburst seemed to startle the Stranger, once he regained his composure he bent down, uncomfortably close, to Velma. Their noses touched and he had the audacity to plant an Eskimo kiss on her. He found joy in the effect it had on Velma, seeing that when he pulled back her cheeks were tinted red.

"You're so tiny," he shrugged before plopping himself on her bed,

"Right, well you're freakishly tall," Velma barked back, careful not to make it too obvious that she was reaching for something to hit him over the head with.

She clumsily grasped onto a hiking stick, a gift from her father who at one point believed Velma willingly participated in any sort of physical activity.

Tightening her grip on her makeshift weapon and shutting her eyes she threw her arms over her head using her full force to smack his head.

That's when something moved so fast that it left her in a daze.

Before she could comprehend what happened, Velma found herself pinned to a wall and crushing, what she only hoped wasn't, her Alex Turner cut-out. The Stranger had his body digging into hers, his hips angled into her thighs and one hand grasping her waist while the other grazed her neck.

"Don't ever try something like that. Ever." He threatened, making his voice come out octaves lower and menacing,

Seeing fear make its way back into Velma's eyes caused the Stranger to stir. He became more assertive, more militant.

"Listen closely, Velma" Something about his demeanour shifted once the girl began to fear him again, he was now sinister. A cruel, mocking tone laced his voice, "I'm being incredibly patient with you, so I reckon it's time you shut up and hear what I have to say."

Her thoughts were clouded by her fear and the questionable feeling that erupted from her lower body, unable to form a coherent sentence her body reacted for her. Without realizing it, she slowly pushed herself against the Stranger which seemed to please him,

"oh, well aren't you something," he whispered in her ear, letting the soft curls of her dark oak hair brush against him, again, Velma's body reacted before her mind could and her arms reached out and grasped onto the Strangers neck pulling his head towards her.

His skin was rough with stubble and his lips felt soft when they brushed gently against her cheek, he was alluring. Like a siren he kept pulling her in, she craved this man she didn't know. When his hand slid up her back, tracing a line of fire her body ached for more and as he left burning kisses on her neck she yearned to do the same.

With such ease, the Stranger swiftly threw Velma onto her bed before pinning her down and leaving a trail of hungry kisses from her neck to her collarbone, his hands found their way to her stomach and he quickly begun to take her shirt off leaving small kisses on every inch of her exposed skin.

Velma squirmed under his touch, every inch of her wanted, needed, to feel him. Her eyes were closed, hair sprawled all over and she wrapped her arms around the Stranger letting her bare torso come in contact with him, then something snapped. The lust inside her gained control and demanded more. She spun him and began straddling him, leaving rough kisses on his jaw and moving her pelvis against him until she felt him harden. She began takin off his shirt and moved her hands like an artist finishing their sculpture. But something was changing, her fingertips no longer felt, her needs began to dwindle and something else fought for control. The lust within her slowly- painfully evaporated and was replaced by the realization of what she had just committed.

She snapped back to reality.

With a rather harsh jerk she disentangled herself from him causing her to fall and land with a thud,

"What was that about?" she called out breathlessly, anger stirring within her,

"I'm hot and you're not blind," stated the shirtless man as if it were the most well-known fact, "although, props to you. Most women and some men don't know when to pull away."

"What did you do to me?" she snarled,

"Nothing," he said, throwing his hands up, pleading innocence, "I merely put the opportunity out there and you enthusiastically grabbed onto it."

Letting what he said settle in her mind, Velma realized she had been laced with something, "you... you... you fucking dickshit! You drugged me! Are you so damn pathetic and lonely that you have to resort to getting off on innocent drugged women? What the hell is wrong with you!?" During her angry rampage, she was too consumed by rage and he was too distracted by the tiny Chihuahua throwing a fit that they were both surprised when Velma reached up and slapped the Stranger across his face.

Almost instantly the room grew quiet and the Stranger darkened, "What did I tell you?"

"That I shouldn't try hitting you with a hiking stick. So it's lucky I used my hand," nervously laughed Velma, holding her hands up in an attempt to calm the situation.

He seemed to transform back into his sinister self that is until Velma realized that she had every reason to act the way she did,

"Enough," she stated, shoulders rising and falling with the bubbling anger and confusion she held, "What are you?" Velma demanded, her voice sounding strong and overpowering,

This seemed to have calmed the beast in front of her, he took a small breath before saying something Velma found difficult to believe,

"Well, I'm not human..."