A Halloween Short Story

Just in time for the big day of little kids dressed in costumes knocking on your door and begging for candy, here's a short story to make you smile. I wrote it using my Mother's tale about how she started dating my Father with some heavy modifications...

Werewolf Perks

​The vampire blows me a kiss. I look away with an eye roll and shiver. Of course I would attract that type: bloodsucker. “I must look like a little Type O,” I mutter.

The scrawny furball beside me shifts. “Type O?” His gold eyes quickly glide over me then flick to the vamp. “Not interested in being a tasty snack, huh?”

“Never.” Unlike most humans, I had no desire to become the play thing of a vampire. Sitting around this freshman meet and greet at the most prestigious co-form college in the country made me uncomfortable. I’d picked a college based on class size and intended major, not student body makeup. Dumb.

“Makes you an even rarer commodity,” the furball says, turning away, apparently done with our conversation.

My lips quirk up. “But just how rare?” I whisper, snorting at my own little joke.

I look up to find his amused eyes glinting on me. “Is it all co-forms or just that vampire?”

I shift, discomfort leaching into me. I swear it’s these metal chairs. That’s what I tell myself anyway.

“Well?” Annoyance makes his voice sharp.

My arms want to cross, a defense against his prying. One I’m forcing myself to stop doing. “I’ve lost...”

“Not the only one.”

​Glaring at his lack of sympathy, I lean toward him. “But mine have all been to his family.”

Those golden eyes bore into my brown ones. With a huff, I slump back and look away. I’m not even sure why I bothered to tell him that much.

“How about dinner later?” My jaw drops. “I promise I won't bite.” He smiles, holding out his hand. Or paw. I’m not sure what to call it. “Name is Robin.”

His touch is both warm and gentle. Not gross-out shiver inducing, which I anticipate the chill of vamp-arrogance over there would be. “Judy,” I reply.

“Nice to meet you, Judy.” His shaggy arm drops over my shoulders. “Just to keep him from trying,” he adds, though we both know he’s marking me.

It’s a kindness of sorts, rendering me repugnant to vampires. Even this skinny, runt of a werewolf could easily rip a vampire’s head off without breaking a sweat.

An angry hiss reaches my ears. The vamp lifts from his seat and glides out.

Comfortable warmth eases my tight muscles. I grin up at Robin. “I guess having a werewolf to date has its perks.”
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Robin throws his head back and laughs. “I’ve always thought so.”