Hallow's Eve

    It was the night of Halloween and the air was crisp as it gently swayed the leaves colored orange and red. It was the perfect night for a perfect Halloween celebration. Children had plans for surplus amounts of candy. Teens had plans for rebellious trouble. And one Sarah Miller had plans for one thing, and one thing only, -- she was going to get laid. Dressed up as a slutty devil, she exited her cab and arrived on the doorstep of her best friend Mari's house. The house was decorated with cobwebs and skeletons. It sparkled with white lights; the perfect rich person's house lit up with a beautiful glow as the sun got ready to say goodnight.
    Sarah rang the doorbell and waited for Mari to answer. The house was silent. Sarah was supposed to be the one to help set up for the party, so she got out her phone to call Mari, but before she could press call, a young man opened the door.
    "Who are you?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows and of all things, a British accent.
    "Uhh-" she took a step back to make sure she was at the right house. After she confirmed that she was in fact at the correct house, she decided to go with it,  "I'm Sarah, Mari's friend. Who are you?"
    "Oh," his face quickly turned from dark to charming. "Well, if your Mari's friend you better hurry up, she's already started." He stared at Sarah, who still didn't know his name. Sarah waited for him to say or do anything, but he kept lurking in the shadows. After an awkward amount of time, she pushed past him and entered the house. Once she was inside, she only got a glimpse of him before he was off in a hurry. But what she did see was promising. He was tall, very handsome, and had light brown curls that would make any girl drop to their knees.
    Sarah headed to the kitchen where she could hear Mari setting out the food while faint halloween music played in the background. "Hey," she greets Mari.
    "Hey! Here, you can put these out," Mari hands her a bag of plastic cups and various Halloween themed items.
    Sarah takes the bag, "Who's the boy who answered the door? He was kind of weird-" Sarah leans in to whisper the rest, "-but he's like kind of really hot."
    Mari shakes her head and smiles at Sarah's comment, "Oh, that's my cousin from England."
    "Why haven't I heard about him? Or anyone from England?"
    "Well, his family is kind of weird, and they're like distant cousins or something like that, but I guess he did something bad so they shipped him here," Mari shrugged.
    "Uh oh, should I be scared?"
    "Nah, he's harmless. He mostly just hangs out in the basement anyways."

    A few hours later when the party was raging and everyone had something in their system, Sarah realized she hadn't seen the mystery boy since he opened the door. With the plan for the night in mind, she searched all over for him and found no clue to his whereabouts. Right when she was about to give up, there he was at the bottom of the basement stairs, and Sarah finally remembered Mari's comment. He lurked there in the shadows, looking at Sarah with a smirk, like he knew something she didn't. A little hesitant, Sarah made her way down the stairs. The boy seemed dangerous, but the way he stared at her made her feel compelled to place herself closer to him. She had been drinking and consequently tripped at the end of the stairs, but Harry caught her. His surprisingly strong arms not letting her even graze the ground.
    "You should be more careful not to fall," he said with a straight face, not showing any emotion, still holding on tight to Sarah down.
    "Maybe I want to fall," Sarah replied cunningly. Finally, a slight smile.
"I guess I'll just have to keep catching you then."
    He brought her into the basement, setting her down on an old couch, nothing but a dim lamp and the sparkle in his eye to light up the room. He left her there to walk towards the door. Sarah watched as he closed it, and then turned the lock.
    "What are you doing?" asked Sarah, a little nervous.
    "You want me, don't you?" He looked almost hurt by the thought that she might not. But Sarah was breathless at the assumption. All she could do was stare. How could he even tell?
    "Well, if you don't want to..." he moved  to unlock the door.
    Sarah sat up, she didn't want to lose this opportunity. "No, wait! I do want you, just, I don't even know your name."
    "Harry. Harry Styles," he said as he walked over and sat next to her.
    "Nice to meet you, Harry. I'm Sarah," she said sweetly as extended her arm for a handshake.
But Harry had something else in mind, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sarah," he cooed as he instead took her hand and brought it to his lips where he gave her a soft kiss. Sarah was frozen, just like Harry's icy touch. Everything was cold in the basement except the heat between her legs that became increasingly hard to ignore.
    "You're a charmer, aren't you?" Sarah said as Harry continued to kiss her, inching up her arm with his soft, cool lips.
    "It's in my blood," Harry said with a coy smile and a secretive laugh, like he'd said a joke only he could get. He finally stopped in front of her lips, "So, can I kiss you?"
    "Please," Sarah whispered as she leaned in, their faces getting closer by the second.
The heat of her breath touched his lips, warming them from their icy state. Their lips met, and something took over Harry that made him push Sarah down on the couch. He ripped off her shirt, and then his. Taking time to touch her lips before moving on to the next item of clothing. Sarah sat up and unbuckled his jeans. "I want you so fucking bad," she breathed as she pulled them down and touched him. The basement was filled with hot air and sweat. They both got louder as things started to escalate, but there was no need to worry, the basement was sound proof. Harry put himself inside of her, getting closer to her neck with each pulse. Closer, closer, closer. He brushed her hair away and kissed her softly there. Cut off mid moan, Sarah screamed.  Harry sank his sharp teeth into her neck. Holding her down, he drank her blood like he'd been starved. She had no choice but to let him continue. Even if she could run away right now, there was no chance anyone would believe her. Her screams started to fade, and soon what once was a lively Sarah lay a barren corpse; and on top of her, an incredibly alluring and handsome monster, ready for his next victim.