Last Errand of the Night

by Guest Sat Mar 21, 2009 12:39 pm

At first glance, they might have been lovers. His body covering hers, head bent to her neck, hand on her waist. Her, with shirt unbuttoned, eyes closed, and moaning softly.

Closer inspection would reveal it wasn't a kiss, but the Kiss. Him, with bloody lips, and hand holding her body rather than caressing it. Her eyes, briefly opening with a mixture of fear, loathing, and rapture, hands fluttering against his chest like butterflies both pushing and pulling him.

He knew that this bothered her. His proximity, mixed with the ecstasy of the Kiss at war with her personal preferences. The thought of drinking from the hard sterility of a glass wouldn't do though. Not when he could take directly from her vibrant, beautiful body.

Finishing, he drug his tongue over the wound and excess blood. He sat up, licking a few stray drops of blood from his lips as he re-fastened her blouse's top two buttons and tucked her hair back into place.

He addressed her glazed expression and motionless body as he left. "Thank you, Olivette, that will be all for tonight."