12:36 am

Nothing?

Another night and not sight of him, past 12 and nothing, she stared at the clock as if willing it to steed up, as if somehow, it would change the fact Charles simply wasn’t comming...

How long had it being since that fucking Dracula-wanna-be had just showed up?

Like Ages! It had being Nights ago the last time he had barged in like usually, uninvited and seduccing his way into her pants, but had he showed her anything about how to use those fancy ‘blood gifts’ he was always using on her?

No!

Within her throat she could already feel the burning sensation of the thirst, of the need, she recogniced the gentle tremble on her right hand, her body craving for something she knew she wanted yet couldn’t get, not right then anyways, it was obvious already, her big blue eyes growing even whider as she understood, it wasn’t the first time she had felt that reaction.

She needed another fix...

The craving was growing harder to withstand, to distract, at first she swore she could drink the pain away, but when she got drunk it got only worst, she had started to wonder if cutting her wrist and drinking from it would help at all...

And every time she closer her eyes she saw him, mocking her, HE was supposed to want HER, to lose sleep and appetites because of her, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!

Mandy couldn’t believe the nerve on that guy, and to think she even thought about liking him for real! After all this time playing people around!? How could she had being played with so easely? Anger raising within her heart as she thought about it, the sole thought of that sweet taste in The young ghoul let a soul piercing shriek rip through the air in the best hissy fit style known to mankind, throwing the stupid clock that had being resting on her desk and standing up in frustration, rushing into her room...

Raging almost, blue eyes wild with anger as she opened her droors, pulling out skirts and tops, throwing them about wildly at her bed, doing the same with every abailable piece of clothing in the room, she didn’t bothered to open the closet or she would never make it in a night...

A beautiful face reflected her dangerous anger, her hunger, a soft sheen of sweat covering her skin already, her breasts softly going up and down as she panted like a beast in heat, her red blood lips open to allow her breath to escape furiously, the line between rage and extasis almost dissapearing as she smiled for herself, delicate, long fingered hands reaching for the clothes, deep azure eyes searching, her almost frenetic movements precise and inspired despite it all as she picked between them.

Two could play the game after all...