Burn Me Up, Like A Witch, Baby Turn Me On.

She's Got Worms in Her Mouth, Spider Webs in Her Hair.

Hey guys! I just wanted to say that there will be French spoken in this chapter but it's all italisized so you know where it is and I put the English translation in parenthesis.(:

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"I'm sorry Mike, I promised Cerise I'd go over to her place. She just wants to hang with a couple friends and drink and I said I would go," I said, frowning.

"Okay, fine. But we're going out tomorrow, I don't care what anyone says," he said. I smiled softly.

"Okay," I said. We said a few more words then hung up. I started to get ready for the get together at Cerise, taking my time. I put a a striped dress with stockings on and some studded ankle boots. My jewelry consisted of an Edward Scissorhands necklace and some other typical piece I would wear. I finished my hair and makeup and looked at the time. 8:30. Cerise wanted me there by eight. I laughed as I grabbed a jacket, my keys and my purse and walked out the door.

I got in my car and drove to my sisters apartment on the other side of town. By the time I got there it was almost nine and she was pissed.

"I thought I said eight o'clock Colette, not any time you want," she said as I poured myself a glass of pink mosquato and taking a long drink then filling it again.

"Cerise, chill. No one is here yet except for Jordan and that girl over there," I said, pointing to someone with platinum blonde hair. "It's fine, and if you want to yell at anyone yell at Mike because it's his fault that I'm late."

She shook her head. "Okay Colette, but say everyone else was here? That doesn't make it okay to be late. And that girl over there is our cousin. Do you remember that? That our cousin from France was coming here? And I will yell at Michael because his ass is supposed to be here too."

"I am here," he said, walking over to where Cerise and I were standing. I looked him over and almost fainted.

He was in his complete 'goth' attire. His vest hugged his torso and his black pants were tight in all the right places. I must have been gawking cause Cerise whispered a low: "Calm down you're drooling."

"You little shit, why didn't you tell me you were gonna be here too?" I asked. He just chuckled and placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Mike, go get something to drink," Cerise said, turning me in the direction of our cousin. "What am I missing? Why did he kiss you on the cheek?"

"I'll tell you later," I said as we stood by our cousin. "Bonjour Apolline."

"Colette! Je vous ai manqué. Comment vas-tu?" (I have missed you. How are you?) She asked, giving me a slightly awkward hug.

I smiled. "Très bien. Et toi? Comment trouvez-vous l'América?" (Very good. How about you? How do you like America?)

"Pas mal. Je ne suis pas assez habitué à elle encore, mais ce n'est pas mal," (Not bad. I'm not quite used to it yet, but it's not bad.) She responded, looking around at the people that had joined in on the party.

"Combien de temps avez-vous été ici?" (How long have you been here?) I asked, wondering if she has just flew in. Cerise hasn't said anything about her until only a couple days ago.

"Seulement quelques jours. J'étais à New York. Cerise est venu et m'a amené ici." (Only a few days. I was in New York. Cerise came and brought me here.)

"C'est amusant. Combien de temps résidez-vous?" (That's fun. How long are you staying?) I asked. She shrugged, unsure. Just then I felt someone's presence behind me and their arms wrapped around me. It was Mike, I could just tell.

"Your accent is hot," he joked. I giggled.

"She can speak English," I laughed. She smiled at us. "Mike, this is Apolline. Appoline, il s'agit de Mike." (This is Mike.)

"I thought you said she speaks English," he said, stepping next to me looking confused.

"I do," she said, smiling. Her accent was thick. "I just prefer to speak French." Mike nodded. "Il est votre petit ami?" (Is he your boyfriend?)

"Non, c'est juste un ami," (No, he's just a friend.) I responded. "Cependant, je voudrais quelque chose de plus." (Though I would like something more.)

She nodded, understanding. "Que veut il?" (What does he want?)

"Je ne sais pas. It est très difficile à lire," (I don't know. He's very hard to read.) I answered. Mike looked confused and almost mad. "What's wrong?" I asked. 

"Were you talking about me?" He asked. I sighed.

"Yes, but it wasn't anything bad. She asked if you were my boyfriend and I said no," I said. "Except it was in a more complicated way."

"Yeah, there was nothing bad said about you," Apolline said.

He nodded. "Okay. I believe you."

I smiled and kissed his cheek then took a long drink of my wine.

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"What do you want from life Mike?" I asked after both of us were a little tipsy. We were both sitting on Cerise couch, slightly leaning towards one another, talking.

"Honestly?" He asked. I nodded. "Someone that will let me do dirty things to them."

I giggled loudly. "That's all? You just want someone to have sex with?"

"You don't understand," he said, laughing. "I want someone that will let me do whatever I want to them."

"Like what?" I asked.

He looked at me. "Kinky stuff."

"Oh," I said, raising an eyebrow. "How kinky?"

"I'm not sure you want to know," he said.

I laughed. "I can be kinky."

He looked me up and down and just laughed, kissing my lips softly. It was the first time he had kissed me tonight and I was thankful for it.

"Say something to me in French," he said, his lips not far from mine.

I giggled. "La chose que je ferais pour vous."

"What does that mean?" He asked.

"The things I would do to you."

He pushed his lips back against mine again, the most aggressively I had ever felt him kiss. I liked it. It was like he had a burning passion for me and that feeling is the best feeling in the world. We continued to kiss and I could faintly hear Cerise and Apolline talking then I felt eyes on me.

"Et elle dit qu'il n'est pas son petit ami," (And she says he isn't her boyfriend.) Apolline said under her breath, hoping I wouldn't hear.

Cerise laughed. "Il n'est pas. Elle est le genre d'une salope." (He isn't. She's kind of a slut.) 

I gave them both the finger as we kissed and eventually I had to pull away.

"I really should go home."

He shook his head. "No, stay here and kiss me."

I giggled. "Or.."

He stood up and once I found someone that would be willing to drive us to my place in my car then someone come pick them up, Mike and I were on each other like white on rice. His lips were everywhere, my lips, my neck, my collarbone, and I let him. I wanted this. I wanted him. Soon I stood and grabbed his hand, leading him back to my room.

I pushed him on to the bad and he watched me as I slowly stripped down to my lingerie. He groaned when he said and demanded I come over to him. His hand went to the back of my thighs when I stood in front of him and he pulled me onto the bed, rolling over so I was on my back and he growled.

That was the last thing I remember...