Unnatural Occurrence (An Anna Morgan Novella (Part 1)) by Peggy Martinez

Author:Peggy Martinez
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

I twiddled the hem of my blouse. I wasn’t used to wearing anything other than tee shirts and the occasional sweater. Black lace was a little intimidating. My sleeves were fitted all the way to my elbows and then the sleeves billowed out into a froth of black lace reaching my hands. I also wore tighter-than-I-was-used-to black slacks, but at least the material was soft and comfortable. I wore a half mask of black satin and sequins. The entire left side of my face was covered by the expensive party accessory. The only color I wore was the blood-red rose that climbed the side of my mask in delicate embroidery.

“I sure hope you appreciate this. I never do parties,” Christopher said as he joined me outside of the frat house we were standing in front of. I smiled and took a moment to take the sight of him in. Good Lord, how was I going to keep the horny mob off of him long enough for us to nose around the party? He also wore all black. His slacks were tailored to fit him perfectly and his black button up shirt had a bit of a shimmer to it. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing tan forearms. He also wore a mask, but his covered the upper half of his face and instead of a red rose on his mask, we attached a red rose bud to his shirt. Flying by the seat of our pants, we came up with a plan.

We found the masks first and then coordinated our outfits to look like we were a couple. We planned to keep our masks on all night so that no one would figure out who we were, or at least who Christopher was. The only way anyone would be able to figure anything out was if someone recognized Professor Young’s hair. His red curls were not exactly subtle, but he assured me no one would put two and two together, since he never went to student parties. I had my doubts, but I didn’t think he’d appreciate it if I suggested that he dyed his hair or wore a fedora. Though a fedora would’ve been pretty hot on him.

“What?” he asked after a moment. I shook myself and refrained from wiping the corner of my mouth, just in case a little drool had escaped.

“Nothing,” I sputtered. “Are you ready to do this?” I asked with a raised brow. Christopher stood just in front of me now.

“Are you?” he asked without answering. I shrugged and glanced over my shoulder at the wraith that still hovered close by. I didn’t have a choice. I had to go in. I could feel the need to move, to find out what drew me to this place almost as strongly as I felt the need to run back in the other direction screaming in horror. The house was a beacon of bad juju. I could feel the menace flowing from the building like a blanket of mist moving off of a bog out in the middle of undisturbed swampland.

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