“You know, doll, it’s not like you did anything wrong.. It’s just..”
A blade moved up to gently tap against rosy painted lips, those same cruel lips curling into a grin of sorts. “It’s how I live.. To get what pleasure I can off you, feeding off that, that is until I grow bored of you and take your life to make my own longer…”
Green eyes were dangerous, dark hair framing the perfect face, the female’s body long and lean with perfect curves, as if carved by the gods themselves. Before the standing female sat another, arms tied behind her back in the wooden chair, dark eyes wide with fear, bloodshot from the tears that soaked her cheeks, shaking while she stared at the female. Behind the gag she started speaking, the woman holding the blade leaning forward, grabbing the cloth that covered the girl’s mouth, pulling it down some while she arched a brow. “What was that deary? I didn’t hear you quite well..” Her words were teasing, taunting, making the girl in the chair glare.
“What are you?” she repeated, voice somewhat raspy from the screaming she had done before. The other straightened, licking her lips while she pondered on the question. “I don’t know what you would call me… a demon, a monster, a creature of darkness… But it all comes down to one thing, I’m not human…” A chuckle is what ended her words, grabbing the gag and forcing it up to the girl’s lips once more, fingers stroking her cheek gently. “Oh Maria.. It was good while it lasted. You were such a good girl, perfect for me.. But alas.. I’ve grown bored. Time to move on to a new better choice.. Who knows.. Maybe a man this time..”
With a light laugh she leaned in close, lips brushing every so lightly against the female’s, closing her eyes before the blade thrust into the girl’s throat. She choked, eyes widening while the blood dribbled from her lips, body quaking. The other female holding the blade licked the red liquid that ran down the chin to drip upon the soft pale flesh. A soft glow then lifted slowly, rising up her throat, past her lips and into the mouth of the other female. With that the body in the chair went limp, skin paling to almost a soft blue, eyes dull while her head fell forward. The darker haired girl leaned back, straightening whilst she stood, running her tongue over her fingers and lips. “Still such a good girl..” she murmured softly.
Stepping back she grabbed her jacket, throwing it on over her lean frame before stepping out of the home, locking the door behind her. Stepping down the walk she zipped up the jacket, turning onto the street, hearing the sirens echoing in the distance. Giving a grin she was gone, as if she simply disappeared into the shadows of the world around her.
Staring into the mirror of a hotel room she had checked out she pursed out her lower lip, trying to figure the newest look. Pushing fingers back through the dark hair it was like it was the black was simply ink, the color instantly turning to a smooth blonde, growing as long as her fingers moved, stopping just below her shoulders. Thinking she lifted her finger, tapping just under her eye, the color flicking to change with every tap, stopping at the light baby blue. With a grin she gave a small laugh. She looked completely different, still beautiful, none the less, but different.
Running her hands down her figure she made herself just a bit thinner, giving curves where she wanted them, hands then resting on her hips while she started at the reflection. “A couple of days have passed… time to look for a new pet..” she cooed, stepping over to the bag of clothing she had snagged from her home before she left, pulling out a few things. Pulling out the jeans she tugged them on, a pair of knee-high black boots, a long dark shirt pulled onto her torso, the neck of it cut low.
Staring at her reflection she gave a laugh, stepping out of the room and down the street, following the roads, finding a large building filled with yelling and laughter. A bar, perfect place to find someone. Stepping inside she moved to the large bar at the end of the room, taking a seat on one of the stools, flashing a smile to the barkeep who’s cheeks darkened some. “What’ll it be miss?” he questioned, she only gave a coy grin, “surprise me..”
