AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just playing about. Dipping back into writing every now and again.
Song: Lana Del Rey –Gods and Monsters.
"In the land of God's and Monsters, I was an angel..."
Their eyes met just for a second, she was in full control this time. Something about it hungered him for more. Watching the young girl do as she pleased to him and finding pleasure in his pain, as he always did with hers made something in him grow with pride and lust.
"Looking to get fucked hard"
She stood slowly, swallowing the blood she had taken from him. Her eyes were dark and young, the bambi eyes showed satisfaction, a dark yet innocent look. He wasn't looking at her face; his eyes ran along her feline curves. Such a tapered waist on a slim girl was something of a rarity, he ran his eyes slowly along the full length, now torn and blood stained nude coloured dress; the almost see-through fabric elicited a growl from the back of his throat.
"Like a groupie in cognito posing as a real singer..."
She licked her blood stained lips, her fingertip running along the crease just below her lips before she dropped the knife in her other hand and picked up his hand, still bleeding through his palm. She purred something inaudible as her lips met his palm, kissing and licking the wound.
"My love," she purred as he finally looked at her, "me amore..."
He remained silent, holding back a hiss of pain as her tongue ran slowly along the wound in his palm.
"Life imitates art."
His pride, his joy, his woman –she was insane, something mad and deluded about her, but she was beautiful, and she loved playing games. This time he would let her win. She let go of his hand and leant down as he sat back in his chair. She pressed a silent kiss to his lips; he tasted blood and innocence lost. She tasted cigarettes and sin.
"You've got that medicine I need, dope; shoot it up, straight to the heart please."
Bronze eyes met black for only a moment before she was on her knees again. Her long eyelashes fluttered shut as she sighed sweetly and rest her cheek on the inside of his leg above his knee. Her hair fell down in front of her face slightly. His fingers ran down her cheek, pushing her hair away from her pale skin.
"I don't really wanna know what's good for me..."
She had what he needed, gave him what he wanted, was his everything. He would never tell her that, why should he? She satisfied everything, his dark soul was enlightened by hers. She had what he needed to build an empire between them; fame, liquor, love.
"God's dead, I said 'Baby, that's alright with me.' No one's going to take my soul away."