"Where were you last night?" A taunting voice floated from the living room. The voice was musical but had a cold shiver to it; the kind of lilt that was seductive, if you liked death with your pleasure. It hovered in the air, weaving a sheath of hopelessness about you.
The speaker padded across the glossy marble floor and a woman sauntered into the foyer. Sorcha was a luscious figure adorned in black silk pajamas. Her russet hair hung heavily down her back, looking devilishly soft. Eyes like a husky's gazed lustily underneath full, black eyelashes. A slight blush gracing her skin accentuated the red tones in her hair and the moist pink of her mouth. A startlingly white glint was visible as a quick baring of teeth was shown in the general direction of the heavy wooden panes guarding the entranceway.
The doors were polished to the point that they gleamed in the soft overhead lights. The ornate knob turned as another woman stepped into the house. Evangeline contrasted sharply with her voluptuous counterpart; raven hair was harshly restrained into a tight braid that snaked its way to the small of her back. Her skin was so pale that spidery blue veins were visible flowing feebly through her flesh.
Hanging her ebony leather coat on the wrought brass gargoyle protruding from the wall, she turned. The skin on her body clung to her bones, begging for sustenance. Unlike Sorcha, there was no flush to her cheeks, as if all color had been drained apart from the oxygen deprived blood weakly pumping itself to limbs. The voice that came out of the colorless, cracked lips did not match her frail countenance.
"I was out." was the hostile reply. Eva's voice was melodic and pleasant to the ear but almost sickeningly breathy. Air rattled in her lungs and a cough racked her gaunt frame. Gulping in air, she clung to her stomach and doubled over. Gasping from pain the emaciated figure slowly clambered up the grand staircase to an elegant bedroom.
Sorcha leisurely stalked up the stairs and followed Eva into the bedroom. "You know if you just ate then you'd feel better" Sorcha snickered at the other girl.
The walls were black as pitch as was the plush carpet that sank lusciously every time you took a step. A canopy bed stately occupied the majority of the room; sheer, gauzy fabrics in shades of black and red framed the elaborate headboard. The mass of pillows gathered at the top were red satin edged in black and went well with the intricate black designs curling around the comforter. Candles were mounted upon all the walls, brass outcroppings mounded with dried layers of milky white wax.
Sorcha artfully sprawled across the silken sheets in a pose that vaguely reminded you of the more obscene side of life. Doing an extensive cat stretch, she stared at Eva predatorily. "You just have to be so damn stubborn and refuse to eat; you do this every time, you starve yourself and then lose your hard won control and engorge yourself. You keep repeating the cycle and one day you're going to get carried away."
Eva turned her back towards the alluring woman, looking at herself in the only mirror in the room. She was skeletal, she knew it; she also knew that she looked awful but mere vanity could not stop the horrific cycle of starvation. The reflection hung above a rich cherry dresser that matched the ornate bed. Undressing, Eva pointedly avoided her image and slipped into a long, scarlet robe. Hanging about her shoulders, the robe hid her obviously scrawny frame well, as long as the sash wasn't tied too snug. Evangeline released the end of her braid, combing her fingers through the heavy locks. Once released, the foamy tresses clung around her sides and hips, wavy from being restrained in the braid. The locks lacked luster, the only shine produced by the slightly greasy appearance at the roots that slowly oozed downwards towards the dull ends.
Eva turned around and noticed that Sorcha had left mutely, slipping out softly during this night time ritual. After closing the dark door, Eva lit some of the candles. She was glad the woman had left as a silent tear streaked down her sallow cheek, glittering in the fire light.