Aurora Sky Vampire Hunter - By Nikki Jefford Page 0,29

as me.

I stopped suddenly and looked at Scott. "I almost died a virgin. Can you think of anything more tragic than that?"

Scott scratched his head. "Yeah, that would have really sucked."

I can't believe I ever found Scott intimidating. He was so easy to talk to.

I took a step toward him, wobbling on the second and third.

"Whoa, there," Scott said, catching me.

I liked his arms. They felt good, especially when he stroked my back.

"I don't want to take any more chances," I said.

"Aurora, are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure," I said, making myself laugh again.

Scott stopped stroking my back and took my head in his hands. He pulled me forward and put his mouth over mine.

Finally, he was taking charge...if only his wet lips weren't plastered over mine. I reached down for the fly on his pants.

I was tired of feeling dead inside. I wanted someone to wake me up.

Scott reached for my zipper. He didn't fumble, I'd give him that. He got me unbuttoned and unzipped in no time. I had on a pair of black lace underwear. I mean, if a boy was about to see them, black was the way to go. Scott finished where I'd left off, releasing the top button of his jeans.

He maneuvered me onto his bed. I scooted all the way on top and stretched out over the tangled sheets. Scott climbed over me on all fours. His expression was serious. Laughter bubbled up my throat, so I bit my tongue.

"Oh, I've got these." I dug the condoms out of my pocket and held them up.

Scott took one. I dropped the extra somewhere in the sheets and stared at the ceiling while Scott pulled down his briefs and put the condom on. I knew when he was finished because the bed shifted and he loomed over me.

I wasn't liking that position.

Scott pulled down my panties. I clenched instinctively, which made it difficult for him to shove his way in. The procedure was slow and excruciating. Pain arched over my pelvis. I tried to make my scream sound like one of pleasure rather than agony when Scott made it in.

The rubbing was like acid over a raw wound.

Maybe if I acted like I was enjoying it he'd hurry up and finish. I pushed myself against him a couple times and, thankfully, he blew his load in a matter of seconds. When he pulled out, it felt like a knife being yanked from my body.

I rolled off the bed and pulled my underwear and pants up. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Down the hall."

I staggered down the hall and locked myself inside.

I lowered the toilet seat before yanking down my pants and underwear. I sat staring at the bathtub. Slowly, I ripped off several squares of toilet paper and dabbed gingerly between my legs. When I peeked at the tissue, it was stained with blood. I dropped it into the toilet bowl and ripped off more paper, dabbing until there wasn't a trace of blood. Then I flushed it down, washed my hands, and returned to Scott's room.

Scott launched an inflatable basketball into a mini wall-mounted basketball hoop. The ball made it into the hoop and landed inside a laundry hamper beneath.

He grinned at me. "Now you don't have to worry about dying a virgin."
Chapter 11 Fight
For the first time since the accident, I could see my reflection clearly. The girl looking back was pale as death. She wore a plaid miniskirt exposing her long, lean, ghost flesh.

I felt like Sally in The Nightmare Before Christmas, minus the stiches. My only visible imperfections were hidden under my shirt and scarf.

"Aurora!" Mom hollered up the stairs. "If you don't leave now you're going to miss the school bus!"

I made my way down and grabbed my backpack off the living room floor. Mom stared at me in horror. "You're not going to school dressed like that?"

"Dressed like what?" I challenged.

Mom looked me over from head to foot. I had on a tight white blouse tied in a knot at my midriff. There were no tights beneath my skirt, just a short pair of white socks and black Mary Janes.

"You look like a...like a..."

"School girl," I offered. I threaded my arms under the straps of my pack and hoisted it on my back.

She grimaced. "I was going to say stripper."

I laughed. "Wow, really? Maybe secret agent isn't my only calling in life."

I headed to the door without looking back.

"Don't forget your coat!" Mom yelled.

"Got my scarf," I answered, tightening it around my neck.