The Night
The moon was as high as it could be in the sky, Elise watching over a sleeping Amara, the girl no more aware than a sleeping babe, dead to the world and beautiful, the only thing giving her away being her breathing and the delicious beat of her heart.
Elise whispered, cupping Amara's cheek and relishing in the way that Amara didn't even react, not making a single sound of awareness.
Elise
"What do you have in store for me, hm?"
She asked, knowing she wouldn't get a response as she crawled onto the bed, sitting atop Amara's hips and licking her lips at the exposed column of her neck. She took Amara's chin into two of her fingers and gently maneuvered her head so that her neck was completely open to Elise. She leaned in close, smelling the scent of lavender and sickness on Amara, but not in her. She was healthy, and those filthy plague victims had tarnished the sweet scent that lay underneath, her blood thrumming against Elise's lips, which were now pressed flush to her jugular.
Elise buried her teeth into the vein, moaning as blood burst into her mouth. She enveloped her lips over the wound, sucking the sweetest blood she had tasted for entire decades. Amara was a gem, able to withstand the plague with an iron will, and it only made her blood all the sweeter. Memories flooded Elise's mind, both sweet and cruel, scenes of clear skies flashing through a child's eyes interspliced with the sight of dead bodies piling up to be burned, all of them having distinct black spots on there skin wherein the disease had spread. And through all of it, Amara remained strong, beautiful, untarnished.
The blood had become sluggish in the way it flowed out, clotting all too easily, and Elise sighed as she ran her tongue over the two pinprick wounds. She hadn't taken nearly enough, she was still hungry — But she wanted to keep Amara to herself, she wanted to keep her alive for as long as possible.
Elise
"You, my love, are far too precious to simply feed from."
She whispered, peeling away the painfully thin blanket from Amara's body, looking at her form, delicious and ready. The effects of the alcohol hadn't died yet, still thrumming through Amara's blood, and it made her slick in just the right places.
The smell of it was intoxicating, tempting, and Elise wanted to bury her fingers into it and take it in its entirety. But no, she wouldn't. She would let Amara choose her desire, until she kissed Elise and begged to be taken, until she laid onto this bed, awake and lively and beautiful, and begged to be taken in her entirety.
For now, Elise slinked back into the shadows of her room, thinking of tomorrow, and the days that she would slowly take from Amara, draining her piece by piece.
Elise
"Gods, my love. You will be perfect."
Praise slipped from her lips as she watched the sun rise, a smile on her lips.
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