Dead of Night(My Forbidden Vampire)
Mike lets out a yell and steps back, tripping over an empty pizza box.
“Fuck!” one of his friends screams.
“Get up,” I tell him. Mike scrambles to his feet.
“You can’t do this. My dad…my dad’s a lawyer…he’ll have you arrested.”
“No, he won’t,” I say simply and hold out my hand, palm up facing the ceiling. Slowly, I bring my fingers in, as if I was squeezing a stress ball. In a way, it’s like I am. Because this is some good therapy right here. Mike’s nose twitches and a strangled whimper of pain escapes his lips. He looks down at his crotch, not understanding what’s going on. I tighten the magical clamp a little more by bringing my fingers in closer to my palm.