I was about to do something completely unheard of in my book. Have sex? Outside? Something like that was restricted to indoor activity only! `Live a little!` `C`mon, spice it up a bit!` and `What`s it gonna hurt?` were the taunts and pressure received from my friends. Okay, so I was a bit of a prude. But I`d rather be a prude then get fined and/or jailed for indecent exposure. Nothing`s worse than exposing your rear-end to the cops.

One of my friends was having a Halloween party. Perfect time to get the deed done and over with, since she lived just a block away from the local cemetery. My friends already had it planned out for me---slip away with my intended when things were loud and crazy at the festivities, go down there since no one would be watching (after all, the residents were deceased), and voila! Come right back and none would be the wiser. I wasn`t in the market for a new boyfriend or a cheap fling, so I gave them no guarantees. This whole cemetery stunt felt more like a dare than anything else, but I never backed down from a dare, except really stupid ones. Okay, so this felt a bit stupid, but it wasn`t life-threatening or anything.

Two hours into the party, amid a flutter of booze, laughs, cheesy Halloween music (How many times can you listen to "Monster Mash" without it driving you up a wall?!), the girls dressed like fairytale sluts and the guys dressed like clich�d monsters, my comrades introduced me to a cute guy I hadn`t seen until then. He said he went to a different school than the rest of us, invited by my best friend`s older brother. Exchanging banter on the way to the cemetery, tension rose with each step I took. This guy was gorgeous; wavy black hair and stunning green eyes, a smile to make any girl weak in their knees. He was almost unnatural...and we were about to commit sacrilege. What a way to finish out the night, right? Despite all that yummy sexiness, he made me nervous, but it probably was because he was a little older than me.

We strolled through the cemetery as if it was a park, the moonlight casting a white haze on the tombstones, almost making them appear as if they were glowing. He pointed ahead of us, marking our make-out spot. Behind the largest headstone in the place, we got hot and heavy. He had me sans panties before I knew it, the most exciting yet horrid thing I ever did in my life finally happening. He parted my thighs, tasting me, a heat I never felt before building in my very core. I never felt so exposed, nor had I ever let a guy do that to me. He put his devil mask back on before he clambered over me, thrusting with a heated urgency like most typical guys did. Grabbing my hips, he pumped faster. I felt explosive, dizzy with excitement and complete abandon. Grasping the cold marble stone behind my head for leverage, I asked him to take the mask off, but he shook his head. Probably trying to be kinky, I guess. Well, that was a bit too weird for my tastes. I was stubborn, yanking it off anyway.

"I told you not to take it off," he growled at me, eyes a solid, feral yellow, snakelike and demonic, his skin nearly as red as the mask he wore. A scream was stuck in my throat. What fresh hell was this?!

Shit. This was turning out to be a very stupid dare after all...

He gave me a very evil, pointed grin. Too many sharp teeth. I felt cold all over.

"Happy Halloweeeen..." he teased, before lunging for my jugular.