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Chapter two - A bloody encounter.
“After I kill you, what should I do? All of those dark days for you. I'm so happy, stupid happy. I have done it, I just did it” - Dead for You, Najwajean.
“Trick or treats?”
A group of kids had knocked on Martínez's house minutes before 8:30p.m. Macarena had prepared little bags of sweets to give to the little ones that would appear until the clock struck 9 and she could finally go to Casino De La Cruz. It wasn't the champagne and not even the good music that attracted her to that place.
Her black skirt with high waist enhanced her slim body and ended its length before the height of her knees and her blouse of the same color left her neckline exposed, the collar in a heart shape. It wasn't really a costume, but her witch hat was the detail that connected all things. She was wearing a black pantyhose that was a little transparent and attached to a garter belt hidden under her skirt, like a candy with a surprise inside. The darker makeup highlighted even more her light green eyes and the gold of her hair that fell in waves over her shoulders, solid, as if she had joined strand by strand.
She was looking herself in the mirror, enjoying some kind of confidence that was gradually taking over her when Fábio approached her, his image appearing behind hers. He had both hands on her waist and placed a long kiss on her neck. Maca’s heart sank on her chest - not because that touch made her feel good and passionate, but because it simply didn't make her feel anything at all. That man, who spent almost three years calling her “wife” and sleeping in the same bed, no longer made her feel butterflies in her stomach. “Did he ever?” She wasn't happy with him and it had been a while. Maybe after discovering his cheatings and being forced to consent quietly for not knowing what to do. Fábio was an important part of society, a successful entrepreneur who supported the Franco military regime financially and this brought him a level of power. With her parents living on the other side of the country, Macarena had nowhere to run if, overnight, she’d decided to divorce.
- Is this all for me, my love?
She managed to get rid of his grab, without seeming cold, putting on her black pearl earring.
- We'd better hurry, otherwise we'll arrive at the end of the party!
"Welcome to Halloween", the banner in front of De La Cruz's entrance was saying, inviting everyone to come in and have a "wicked night". It was 10:20p.m when Maca and her friends went to the dance floor with their crystal glasses, taking sips of their drinks and moving their bodies to the rhythm of the sound. They laughed and waved to their husbands across the hall. Macarena's gaze pretended to search for Fábio while trying to detect Zulema in the crowd.
When the chimes ring five, six and seven
We'll be right in seventh heaven
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
- You’re a witch! - a seductive husky voice reached her ear over the music and Maca suddenly turned back, finding who she was so desperately looking for.
- You need to stop doing that - she said with a shy smile and a deep breath, her right hand on her chest - you’re going to kill me!
- It wasn't with a fright that I intended to do it.
The blonde's eyes widened and Zulema started laughing. She could see the woman fighting against her own fear to let only her curiosity and her courage move her.
- I'm kidding!
- I’m not used to your sense of humor yet.
- Yet…?
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight
When it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too
I'll be goin' strong and so will you
Macarena understood how it might have sounded and made sure to change the subject.
- Ahn... And you dressed up as... hm, vampire?!
- Easy, huh? - she stretched a little bit her arms, the palms of her hands turned up, as if she was proudly presenting herself.
There was a black cape with a high collar over her shoulder, framing her whole outfit; a chiffon halterneck jumpsuit all in black as well, with a red belt fastened to her waist. a necklace with black satin ribbon and a ruby stone would draw the attention to her neck.
- Is that...? - Macarena pointed to the corner of Zulema's mouth, where a small, almost invisible red thread glowed in the lights of the salon.
- Shhh… - the brunette placed her index finger in front of her lips, asking for silence with a wink.
Yes, that was real blood. The vampire had just fed and decided it would be her own inside joke if she’d pretended to be part of the “costume”.
Macarena analyzed the people around her to make sure that no one was looking directly at them and raised her thumb to clean that little drop of blood and took it into her own mouth. That made Zulema shiver as it hadn't happened in a long time, staring at those eyes and that delicious mouth in front of her. The blonde smiled, teasing Zahir, a gleam of malice crossed by her look that seemed so innocent at first.
- Maybe I was wrong about your kind, lady. See you in half an hour?
- Don’t count too much on it.
- Oh, and you shouldn’t drink too much, huh. - Zulema tapped Maca’s glass twice with her index and Maca frowned her eyebrows, as she was asking for an explanation as to why she would say something like that.
- Alcohol dilutes blood. It's like putting sugar in coffee or lots of water in a natural fruit juice.
- You’re not drinking my blood tonight, vampire . - Maca narrowed her eyes and sip her champagne.
- You're going to beg for it, witch . - Zulema cut the eye contact looking over Macarena’s head, and did a sign, greeting someone from across the hall with a nod and two fingers drawing an invisible line in the air next to her head temple. - I guess your husband is not very happy to see me talking to you.
The band shifted the mood of the music a little; from an American rock they went to a Cuban rhythm. The women on the dancefloor ran to find their peers. Meanwhile Macarena looked back briefly, realizing the tension between Fábio and Zulema. When she turned around, the woman was no longer in front of her, but she returned in an instant, without the cape she was wearing 15 seconds ago, taking her witch hat and tossing it to a chair right behind them.
Zulema offered her hand to Macarena, who looked from her fingertips to her eyes; that vivid red threatening to appear again, darkening the iris.
- No... - Macarena answered, shaking her head in hesitation.
- When the devil invites you to dance, there is only one correct answer. And, baby, that's not it - Zulema said, quickly approaching Maca and holding her by the waist and left hand, right after her last word.
Tengo una debilidad
¡Ay, qué calamidad!
Mi vida es un disgusto
Tengo una debilidad
No sé qué pasará
Si no me doy el gusto
It was as if Macarena was living an out-of-body experience, or everything was a hallucination. That could not be happening. But she felt Zulema's hand holding her lower back firmly and the other, cold as ice, grabbing her hand, bringing her back to reality. Zahir led her, following the song the band was playing, her feet practically floating in synchrony. At first Macarena tried to understand who those people were, watching them in the center of the floor.
- Ignore them.
Zulema's voice sounded in her ear and Macarena starred in her eyes, as if she was being hypnotized. "Would it be possible? Can she do this to me?". As much as she tried, preventing a little smirk, with dimples in sight, seemed to be an impossible task, but she kept on trying.
¡Pero qué calamidad!
Vergüenza ya me da
Las cosas que me pasan
Yo no sé qué voy a hacer
O me curo de este mal
O me voy a enloquecer
After the first excerpts, Zulema let go of Macarena's body and led her to spin on her heels, still holding her hand, her skirt sailing through the air, and in the beat of the music, there was Maca again, in Zulema's arms. The older woman's hand slid from the blonde’s back to the side of her body and before she could explore more than she should, Maca's hand stopped it, her gaze rebuking Zulema.
- Don’t!
- Thought you liked it, cariño .
If Fabio had gotten to the women two seconds earlier, he would have seen the whole scene, but Macarena had already moved away slightly, her cheeks rosy as can be and her lung gasping for air.
- May I have the honor to dance with my wife?
He carried a serious expression, despite the polished smile on his face. There was an impassivity in his gaze towards Zulema, something that passed the message of being in control of the situation. In control of Macarena . Zulema was smarter than that attempt to diminish her, so she just agreed with the same kind of smile and moved away, not without first exchanging a look with the youngest woman, who was still trying to recover herself. The blonde didn't deny Fabio's touch and kept dancing with him, in a more restrained way, looking over his shoulder.
- What was that?
- We were just dancing, Fábio.
- Do you want to disgrace my reputation? Is that your plan? - He was talking without looking her in the eyes, with a tone of superiority.
Macarena did not know what to answer.
- You better stay away from this woman, she doesn't seem to me a good influence. People are evil, they can start talking.... nonsense. If you want to dance, call Alana next time, or any of your friends.
Maca would just digest every word as a kind of camouflaged threat. Her body slowly stopped moving to the sound of the music, and when the song ended and was replaced by another one, she distanced herself from her husband.
- I... I need to go to the restroom.
Before she could leave the main area of the hall, Fabio held her wrist just to reinforce what he had just said.
- I mean it. - he stated, with a look that Maca had never seen before.
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Even with the noise coming from outside, people talking and instruments playing tirelessly, it was possible, from inside the room, to hear the noise of the key turning on the old wooden door lock.
- You are late.
It was 11:05 p.m. and Macarena was sitting on a large red velvet armchair holding a bottle of champagne that was already halfway through. The two women locked eyes. Zulema walked to meet Maca, trying to read the atmosphere.
- I didn't know you were so anxious to meet me alone again.
Macarena got up, taking a deep breath and looking around, trying not to give so much attention to Zulema.
- What is this place?
The area seemed to have stopped in time somehow. The floor was dark wood and the walls were covered with wallpaper that imitated a texture similar to the one on the armchair, with some drawings in arabesques. A large chandelier was hanging from the ceiling spreading a yellowish and cozy light. There were paintings with golden frames, tall vases of plants and some silver and copper ornaments.
- Is this where you bring your victims? Seduce them first, say you will show them a beautiful place... How many women have you brought here, Zulema?
Zahir was truly surprised by this change of attitude, intrigued by the direction that conversation was taking.
- Sometimes they are men too.
That made Macarena laugh with mockery.
- Of course, you won't let a good meal go by, will you? - And so she turned again to Zulema - Why did you do that?
- I’m sorry... Did what?
- Why did you take me for dancing? What did you make that scene for?
- I don't understand, we danced together . I didn't force you to do anything.
- You hypnotized me! - Tears were sprouting from the corners of Macarena's eyes.
Zulema couldn't contain herself and bursted into laughing, not believing what she was hearing.
- Is that serious?! Do you really think... - she stopped laughing and approached Macarena, who had a confused expression, full of anger. - Okay, let me explain. Yes, I bite people's necks, I feed on blood, I'm not proud of it, if that's what you think. I can erase their memory to avoid that I have to kill them or simply have to run away to any other places, which I don’t want to ‘cause now I have a business. But, dear, I don't have the power to hypnotize you.
Zulema put a lock of hair behind Macarena's ear and traced her neck with the back of her index finger.
- If you danced with me, it was simply because you wanted to. If you're here now, it's because you're curious. And curiosity killed the cat.
- I'm not a cat.
- You're not a cat, you're not a prey, you’re not weak or scared, you're not a witch either... Who are you, Macarena Ferreiro?
Hearing her name whispered like that caused a strange sensation in her chest. She swallowed dry, trying to keep her breathing normal, but those red eyes staring at her were making it more difficult every second.
- If he leaves me I have nowhere else to go. I have no money, my family is in the south, they can’t afford another mouth to feed. I’d actually be a disgrace to them, showing up on their doorstep empty handed. If he thinks for an instance that I’m doing something that does not please him, it’s over for me.
- You should leave him. He does not respect you, he’s only using you to look good in the picture. Beautiful wife, perfect marriage. A true example of a kind gentleman.
- He is kind to me, though.
- Is he? Is he kind to you when he goes upstairs with other beautiful young ladies? I don’t think so.
The truth hit the spotlight on Macarena's ego, who until then had turned a blind eye to her husband's cheatings. After all, he was not very different from the husbands.
- Does he make you feel good?
- Excuse me?
Zulema got even closer to Macarena, who took a few steps back, unintentionally leaning against a record player placed in one of the carved wooden furniture. She got scared when the music started playing and leaned against the wall, again feeling trapped by a predator.
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever
- Did he ever think about your pleasure first and not only his own? - Zulema said this by fitting her left hand to the blonde’s lower back, making their bodies touch, the other hand holding behind her neck, the thumb caressing her jaw line.
Macarena felt that strange vibration in the lower part of her stomach, a craving she had never experienced, not even in the first months of dating Fábio. Her hands went up to Zulema's shoulders. Until that moment she didn't know how to react, what she could or could not do, what should be done. Maybe run, escape from there and never come back? Give herself up to temptation? “This is madness!" . It was as if her body was screaming, but her brain was pretending not to hear it.
- Don't come any closer...
- Why not? What do you think I'm going to do to you, bite you ?
Zulema held Macarena's blond hair more firmly and leaned her lips against the woman's neck, feeling all that slim body chilling only with the warmth of her breath. Macarena couldn't stand it anymore. For a brief moment she closed her eyes only to open them quickly and push Zulema, who ended up stumbling and falling seated in the armchair that before Macarena occupied.
Macarena was panting, tired of stopping and not allowing herself to live as she would like only because she had duties, almost an extensive booklet on how to behave. The decision seemed to take hours in her mind, but it was only an instant, a stanza of music, and Macarena climbed on Zulema's lap, a thigh on each side of the older woman's body, her two hands wrapped in black hair and their lips finally crashed, urging for each other, tongues and teeth colliding in urgency.
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the mornin', a fever all through the night
Zulema's hands found the path of Macarena's thighs and climbed up her ass, lifting her skirt up. When she squeezed both sides, Maca couldn't hold herself and a low, dragged moan died in Zulema's mouth, who began to distribute kisses all over her neck and chest, every part where her skin was showing. Macarena didn't waste any time and she herself opened the zipper of her skirt, got up and let it fall to the ground by itself, sliding through her body, taking her shirt off as well.
- You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
- You say this to everyone.
- No... No, I don't. - Her eyes traveled all over Macarena's body, which now wore only a black lace bra matching her panties and garter belt, which held her pantyhose.
Everybody's got the fever
That is somethin' you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started a long ago
- I have no idea what I am doing.
- I think you do. Just allow yourself and show me what you want, esta noche es tuya , cariño .
- I want to see you, just like you are seeing me now.
- Fair enough.
Zulema stood up and turned her back.
- Can you help me?
Macarena then unbuttoned the black jumpsuit that the brunette was wearing and turned her around. Zulema was also wearing black underwear. She sat quietly, her legs opened and her arms resting on the armchair.
- Do you like what you see?
Macarena just bit her lower lip and shook her head affirmatively while scanning every part of that body. “Why does she look so good to me?!” She returned to Zulema's lap, this time sitting on one of her thighs and the kisses started again.
Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever
Macarena was feeling her clit pulse against Zulema's thigh, over her pantie’s fabric, her wetness letting it slick enough so she could work herself up on it, moving her hips back and forth, following the slow rhythm of the music. She got Zulema’s hair tighter on a fist when the woman undid her bra and started sucking hard on her tit, biting her nipple. That went from soft to hard as Maca would increase the friction of her moves. She let out a hoarse moan and heard it when Zulema did the same with her mouth full, making it sound muffled. Zulema's right hand could not let Maca's other boob, palming it for dear life, while her left one went down to the blonde's ass, squeezing it with pleasure. Maca lost every bit of sense that was left inside her head, feeling the slap that came right after, echoing in the room. She had her eyes shut until then, but that delicious pain got them wide open and Maca gasped, looking down to lock eyes with Zulema.
- More...
And Zulema slapped her again. She detached her mouth from that warm sensitive skin to properly look at the younger woman, who was exhaling arousal. Without any sort of courtesy this time, Zulema made Macarena stand up from her lap, holding both her arms by the elbows and pushed her against the wall, flat hands and rosy cheek on the surface. First, there was a ghost touch on her ass, almost kind, but that brunette was up to something and the anticipation was making Maca's breath get heavier. She felt her hair being grabbed, fingers softly touching her neck, sending shivers down her body, and soon as it was pulled back, several harsh slaps found Macarena's butt cheeks, still half covered with her black lace panty. Every slap would steal a moan from Maca's throat. Three. Four. Five. Six . All at once. She was diving into that sensation. Seve. Eleven. God, she lost the count. Zulema suddenly pressed her body against Maca's back. She felt that hot breath tickling her ear between strands of wavy hair, the tip of Zulema's tongue caressing her lobe and then sucking it. Maca closed her eyes at that.
- Do you like it when it hurts?
- Y-yes... - the answer was nothing more than a whisper, a tempting of a word.
Zulema sucked her neck on the pulse point and had a long lick right after leaving a bruise and a weaker Maca who was trying not to fall while Zulema's other hand was driving down between her thighs, feeling the ruined damp fabric.
- Can I hurt you now? - her scent was almost unbearable by then, she was feeling her own center throbbing at the thought of biting that delicate neck, which kept hunting her dreams since day one.
Maca wasn't even able to speak, she simply nodded her head positively, waiting for what was about to come. Her whole body was filled up with lust and desire. She leaned her torso forward making her hips move back, pressing her ass against Zulema, who chuckled, delighted with her need for a fuck. She moved her body a little bit back to see that woman entirely, placing both hands on Maca's waist.
"Hell, she's so fucking hot..."
Zulema saw when Maca looked back with the corner of her eye and smiled naughtily. She knew the effect she was causing to the brunette, it wasn't just plain pleasure. It was power . That blond wanted it from the beginning, since the first second they laid eyes on each other weeks ago at the casino.
Fever
Till you sizzle
Oh what a lovely way to burn
Zulema pressed her body into Maca’s again and made room for her hand inside that ruined panties. It was hot and humid and the movements of her fingers made the blonde moan even more.
- Focus on my touch, rubia . - Zulema suggested, whispering in her ear.
She kept a calmer rhythm, just instigating Maca’s clit, who kept her eyes closed, doing what the brunette had said. It was then that she understood why. The pulse point of her neck received Zulema's sharp fangs. Macarena screamed and punched the wall hard, forcing herself to endure the pain.
- Fuck! It burns! - she cried out.
Her hand found Zulema's hair to squeeze it and pull it, not for the woman to move away, but for her to keep sucking her blood, as if the pressure from her mouth was going to extract the pain. Living blood flowed through the corners of the vampire's mouth. She was totally intoxicated by the taste, by the heat of that liquid coming down her throat. Macarena's neck and her right shoulder received red lines that descended through her arm. Zulema didn't want to waste a drop, so she started licking what was leaking and everything became a huge mess. Her mouth completely stained with blood spread the viscous liquid through Macarena's skin, which wasn’t feeling so much pain anymore. In one last lick, the flow started to stop and Zulema turned Macarena facing her. It was like in that nightmare. The brunette woman, with her eyes injected and her mouth dripping blood. As if it was a warning, she had dreamed about that same scene days ago. There wasn’t a single trace of sanity in Macarena's mind. She glued her lips to Zulema's, which transferred that ferrous taste to her tongue, awakening the most animalistic senses that existed in her.
As if the clock was ticking against them, Zulema quickly found the little buckles in Maca’s garter belt and had it loose, pulling her panty down as she knelt in front of the younger woman. Macarena just knew what she wanted, and the vampire’s urge for it just made her more confident. She gently placed her foot on Zulema’s shoulder and caressed it as an invitation for her to dive between her thighs. A little smirk was there in her face when she saw the brunette licking her own lips and then cleaning them with the back of her hand. With an open mouth, she buried her face there, squeezing Maca’s thighs. It was so fucking delicious, she could not stop moaning against that wet pussy, pressing her tongue all around and sucking a bit hard on Maca’s clit. The blonde was first admiring that vision, but then the arousal took her to another level. She closed her eyes and could not stop smiling at that feeling of Zulema’s mouth going all the way.
- This is… ah! Fucking heaven…
- More like hell, don’t you think? - Zulema got up on her feet and kissed Maca so she could taste herself.
Two fingers slid through that slick center deep inside. Macarena was open-mouthed when Zulema found a sweet spot right there and started to work it up, with in and out movements.
- Yes! - Hell shouldn’t feel so good.
Zulema’s palm was pressing against her clit, which increased the wave of pleasure that that woman was sending to her body.
Her inner walls clenched and for mere seconds Maca could not make a sound. That orgasm took her over and she screamed, digging her nails on Zulema’s arms, who was delightfully watching everything.
Maca started to relax, still totally sensitive, while feeling Zulema's wet fingers still provoking her. She giggled and pulled her arm away.
- Stop it! - she had blood stains on her neck, but the small holes had healed completely, her hair was messy and a bit sticky. Those flushed cheeks were showing off the biggest smile and Zulema realized she just couldn’t get enough. “You’re an idiot, Zahir, why did you fall so quick?”
- You said the night was mine, right?
- Absolutely.
- And I could show you whatever I wanted.
- That’s it.
- I want to know how you taste. - she was no longer smiling, there was a playful look in her eyes and that was something new for Zulema.
The casino owner took a step back, enough so that she could put her hand inside her own panties, now totally soaked, to collect her wetness. She took her fingers to Macarena, who put them in her mouth, first licking, and then sucking it clean, without looking away. With a muffled moan she let the brunette remove her fingers from her mouth.
- Please, sit down. - said Maca, pointing to the armchair, but before she could obey, the youngest caught her attention. - This needs to go too.
Without hesitating, Zulema took off her panties and her bra and sat down totally naked. It was like a realistic, imposing and intimidating painting that Macarena wanted to admire more closely and absorb all the details. She then knelt down in front of the vampire, who still had her fangs a little in evidence.
- I never...
- I know.
Now that Maca was there and had got what she wanted, she didn't know how to continue.
- Come here... - Zulema held her hand and approached her face to the blonde’s. - You know how to kiss, don't you?
Macarena laughed and agreed.
- Then kiss me... down there - she completed the sentence when Macarena leaned toward her lips. Zulema knew it was Macarena’s first time with a woman, but if she didn't have this information, she would probably doubt it. She was already wet and Macarena's mouth made everything even more messy. Her liquid melted in her mouth and Zulema squeezed her blond hair even tighter in her fist as she watched how she was enjoying it. After knowing every part of her pussy, Maca felt the need to try other things. She dipped her tongue inside Zulema’s cunt and the brunette arched her back away from the chair.
- Fuck…
- Is it good?
- You ’re fucking good, rubia .
Her tongue kept doing that, drinking on her liquid and getting her chin and cheeks all wet.
- Make me cum…
A request never sounded so pleasing to Maca’s ear. Instinctively, she knew what to do. Her mouth sucked Zulema’s clit and she started circling it with her tongue, interleaving harder strokes with soft licks on it. It was like turning a switch on and an orgasm came washing down her entire body. She quickly held one of Maca’s arms and bit it, harder than before, sucking her blood out while preventing louder moans. The blonde was handling the pain as much as she could, she didn’t want to stop until she was sure Zulema had what she needed. Soon the vampire let go of Maca and it was slowly draining blood with her eyes closed, a bit of it dripping from her mouth. The younger stood up and sat on the older one’s lap, letting her enjoy the moment. When it was all over she licked the trail of blood from Zulema’s mouth and let her arm up to stop the flow.
- Does it hurt too much?
Macarena nodded her head negatively. She had a peaceful smile on her face. Strange things happen when you let go of retrains and fears. She was sitting on top of a vampire, who had just sucked her blood, twice , and despite any pain that it could cause, she considered that moment the best thing that could’ve ever happened to her. Those red eyes were telling everything she needed to know. Everything she never heard from her own husband. Looking back, every single word he ever said sounded like an echo of lies and the truth, as much insane as it seemed, was looking back at her right in that precise moment.
They kissed again, tasting blood and arousal, letting one single word hovering above their heads. “Passion”.
- I was waiting for someone like you and I didn’t even know that.
That statement caught Macarena by surprise.
- Well… I never thought I’d ever encounter a vampire, you know? Not even that she would turn my life upside down. And to have sex with a vampire?!
They both started laughing. If felt right even though it might’ve seemed completely wrong.
- I think I like you more than I should, Ms Zahir.
- I’m actually relieved. I mean, if you didn’t like me at all after all this?! You’d break my heart, rubia , I tell you that!
Their laughs just kept going, lighter.
- Shut up! - Maca giggled when Zulema tickled her waist.
On that velvet armchair, naked, making jokes, covered in blood, kissing and chatting. It was like the whole world had stopped just to watch that oddly romantic scene.
- I don’t wanna go home.
- You don’t have to.
- Sure, because you’re going to turn me into a vampire too, right?
They locked eyes and Zulema let a loud laugh, a mixture of amusement and concern.
- Right… As if you really wanted this motherfucking life for yourself…
- … What if I did?
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She was having the worst fever dream of her whole existence. It was like a maze full of demons chasing her after. The adrenaline took over, her heart was beating fast for real, she could feel it, but it was impossible to get out of there, to wake up. As much as she tried, her soul was kept locked inside that nightmare. Everything was grey and red, the leaves weren’t green and the sun was burning her skin. Macarena was screaming her lungs out, begging for help, but no one would appear to save her.
At the same time, Fábio woke up, feeling his wife tossing and turning on their bed. She was once again having a nightmare, but this time it seemed worse than the others before. Her body was severely covered in sweat and when he placed his palm on her forehead… that was definitely not right.
- Mi amor…? Maca? - he tried to wake her up.
Maca gasped loudly and opened her eyes, wide and desperately. Her hands found the sheets, her nails almost making holes in it. She tried to speak but her throat was too dry and the words would not come out, nothing but a hoarse sound.
- Honey… Are you okay? Can I get you some water? Are you thirsty?
Macarena’s body finally stopped shaking and her breath was getting normal pace. But when she looked at Fábio, he didn’t find those clear green eyes and those delicate lips were apart. Two sharp fangs answered his question.
- You have no idea.
I'm only waiting for love
Little stupid fool girl
And you don't understand
La, la, la, la...