What a Delight!

She sprawled around on the floor — arms gracefully meeting her lover’s lap. “My love, are you feeling down?” Each of her words came out with a seductive purr. “Kitty will you feel better,” she let out, as she trailed her fingers delicately over her lover’s lap, and there was a speck of a wicked color of black in her eyes.

“She is so lovely, so innocent, Beckie.” Her lover weaved the words together with the perfect knot. “I can smell how pure she is. So pure. A delicious smell.” She closed her eyes and indulged in the smell. Oh, it was a strong scent of purity. She never tasted blood in the purest form, and she craved, no, itched, for it. “I want her. I want all of them. “I can smell how pure she is. So pure. A delicious smell.” 

Beckie rose up from the floor with the perfect ease and went behind the chair. “Kitty will get her for you. All of them. Even the cute Angel,” she said, rubbing her lover’s back; each of her fingers created the perfect stroke to release built up tension throughout the year. “Ooh, I’ll have with him. He’s so cute! I never had a Prince before.”

She pulled Beckie to her and her red eyes glowed with delight. “Pull his strings. Make him go left and right and back and front. Ooh, so much fun! Ooh, we should keep the vampire hunter alive. I always like her.”

“Kitty will have fun,” she said, “so much fun.”

They laughed into the morning — a song echoing in the distance; it was time for the walls to be splashed with that lovely red shade.