Mouth Breathers Stranger Things Novels & Stories

she said brightly, “do you know the daddy stranger?” The woman’s hands paused mid-movement. Just a pause. Small. Almost invisible. But Crystal saw it. “Why do you ask?” Ruth said carefully. “He keeps smiling at me,” Crystal replied. “Like he knows me.” Ruth forced a laugh. “Some people are friendly.” Crystal frowned, folding her arms. “It’s not that kind of smile.” “Oh?” “He smiles with his eyes,” Crystal said simply. Ruth’s chest tightened. Children, she thought, were terrifying.

My breathing came out in painful wheezes. Then something hit me across the face. My head snapped sideways. For a second, all I heard was ringing. I collapsed fully onto the floor. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth immediately. No. No. Please. The stranger grabbed my hair viciously and yanked me upward. A scream tore from my throat this time. Tears blurred my vision instantly. “You don’t belong here,” the voice hissed near my ear. My scalp burned from how tightly they pulled my hair.

She did not know where it was coming from or how it started. As she was breathing against his chest, she could smell how fragrant the stranger was. His masculine scent is too good for her nostril that her mind is starting to get chaotic again. She finally felt better while her whole being continued to heat up. She wanted to recline because she could no longer handle herself. Her knees became unsteady, as if the ground was about to swallow her. She could not carry herself anymore. “What is wrong with me? I felt so light I could fly. ” She mindlessly asked.

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

Saliva was dripping from the sides of his lips. A stagnant smell filled the air. Like dead meat! It was so strong that it made me gag. I closed my eyes and held my breath to override the smell but alas! I was forced to press a palm over my mouth and nose. Yet, it didn’t help. “That’s a zombie,” I breathed out.

He must bite his jaw or I got his nose because when I fall to the ground I feel the wetness of blood all over me. Another grumble from his throat and suddenly, his hands are around my neck. I gasp, trying to get air into my lungs. My arms and legs kick out wildly as black spots appear around the edges of my vision. Before he could finish his job, I hear the distinct sound of a few bikes pulling up, and suddenly the stranger let's go of my throat and I inhale and begin wildly coughing.

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

Two heads roll across the concrete like bowling balls . The third vampire snarls and lunges . The stranger catches him midair , slams him against the wall , drives something silver straight through his . He drops like a puppet with cut strings . Silence. Except my ragged breathing and the wet drip of blood hitting concrete . The stranger turns. Tall, black hoodie , silver eyes that seem to cut straight through me . Blood splattered across his jaw like war paint . “You okay ?” His voice is low, rough , like he’s not used to speaking .

His strong arms effortlessly held me up as he devoured my mouth and moaned against my tongue. But it was different. There was a roughness in this kiss that Drake had never delivered before and... was that the taste of cigarettes? Drake didn't smoke. The garage door opened as voices filtered into the kitchen right before the bright lights turned on. My eyes were wide open as my mouth moved against a complete stranger's mouth. I yelped and tried to pull away but the guy beneath me wasn't letting go. "What the fuck?!" Drake's voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I asked because how could he just blurt out something like that? "Your smell. It's... soothing. Morning dew with a mixture of..." he smelt the air then continued, "eucalyptus and menthol. It's very calming," he said as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Is this one okay in the head? How could a stranger just tell a stranger something like that? I had to get rid of him and fast. "What brought you to my pack today Mason?" I asked him because I wanted him to leave.