Purplegrrl | Talia was sulking again, but Aeralyus knew there was something that would cheer up his twin. From his position behind the couch, he leaned over to her, his hot breath tickling the sensitive flesh of her ear. He's dead. Instantly, Talia's pout became a toothy grin. She turned to her brother. Sometimes you say the sweetest things. Aeralyus gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Anything for you, love. Shall we hunt, brother? Of course. The twins quickly shed their human facades, morphing into their natural forms. They became wolf-like yet somehow larger, darker, toothier, and more fearsome than true wolves. Their physical shapes were oddly shadowed, flickering around the edges as if they existed on more than one plane of reality. Opening the door with an appendage that more closely resembled a taloned and furred hand than a wolf's paw, the brother slipped into the night, his sister close behind. They sniffed at the slight breeze, searching for the scent of likely prey. Aeralyus took the lead as they loped down the street. Talia was only a half-step behind him, running at his shoulder. They could smell the faint odor of fear - a mixture of sweat and pheromones and nervous energy. The wolves slowed as they approached their quarry. Trixie - it was a dumb name, but Mikhail had insisted - nervously paced the street corner, her feet already hurting from the three-inch stiletto heels she wore. She tugged at the hem of her bright red miniskirt in a vain attempt to cover more of her bare legs. Fear and nerves swirled within her. Despite the fact that she had been hustling for several months now, Trixie still went out every night with knots in her stomach. This wasn't why she had left Kladno. She came to Prague to be an actress, to show all the folks back home who thought she was only good enough to be a nurse or a schoolteacher or a housewife. Few cars were on the street tonight. Each one that passed without slowing increased her fear. Mikhail had been annoyed that Trixie was not bringing in the kind of money that he thought she should. There was still a bruise on her upper right arm from the last time he had upbraided her about the number of tricks she turned. From an alley black with shadows, the twin wolves watched their chosen prey. Although she could not see them, the young hooker could sense them. The menace that radiated from the hellish creatures made fear quiver up her spine like a cold finger. Brother and sister grinned at each other, long black tongues lolling from their mouths. Between one heartbeat and the next, Aeralyus metamorphosed into his human façade. Talia watched as he stepped out of the alley. Trixie watched as a tall, blonde, twentysomething man made a beeline for her from across the street. Although she had been keeping watch in both directions, this guy seemed to appear out of nowhere. As he got closer, Trixie got a better look at him. Oooh, she thought. He looks like a movie star. She'd seen her share of Hollywood movies. She and a couple of Mikhail's other girls went to see them any chance they got. The most recent one had some blond, buff actor. Trixie wasn't sure of his name, but she had confessed to a bit of a crush on him. As Aeralyus approached her, Trixie cocked her hip and struck what she hoped was her most seductive pose. Carefully enunciating one of her few English phrases, she asked him, "Wanna party, mister?" Aeralyus smiled. Despite her almost palpable fear, the young hooker was put off by his blonde good looks. "That's what I had in mind." Trixie blinked, confused. The young man noticed, and almost immediately repeated the phrase in flawless Czech. She smiled, still a bit put off, and responded in Czech, "Don't you want to know how much?" Her fear was tempered by a bit of desire. "I figure I can afford it." Looking at his clothes, Trixie figured he could, too. If she pleased him, maybe he'd even give her a tip on top of her price. Mikhail would be pleased with that. "Where do you want to go?" Aeralyus took her elbow and nodded towards the alley where Talia remained hidden. "Over there." Trixie balked a little. She didn't want to do it in an alley. Especially not that alley, although she couldn't put into words what made her want to stay away. Besides, Mikhail always told her to make her johns take her to a motel. But this guy didn't look like he would hurt her, so she swallowed her trepidation and allowed herself to be led into the alley. "My name's Trixie. What's yours?" There was still a quaver in her voice as she spoke. "Aeralyus." Unable to help herself, Trixie giggled nervously. "Is that your first name or your last?" "Just Aeralyus. Like... Cher." "Okay." Trixie didn't even try to pronounce such an unusual name. In her mind she decided to call him Otto, like her favorite German movie star. Entering the alley, Trixie's legs began to shake. She was glad of the man's hand on her arm. At least this place wasn't as trashy and smelly as some. Aeralyus drew his prey far enough down the alley so they would not be seen from the street. Leaning against the brick wall, he pulled Trixie to him in what would appear to be a passionate embrace. Before the girl could move, Aeralyus brushed aside her long brown hair and pressed his mouth to her soft flesh. Running his sandpaper-like tongue up the side of her neck, he could almost taste the blood underneath. Trixie shivered. What she thought was going to be a kiss turned out to be a tasting. It's okay, she decided, but a little creepy. Then she felt another sandpaper-rough tongue grate up the back of her bare leg. Now that's creepy. She tried to pull away. "What was that?!" Aeralyus smiled. "That's just Talia." Trixie looked down to see a dark-haired, exotic-looking young woman crouched against the alley wall. The woman grinned wolfishly up at her. "Hi," Trixie said timidly. Talia's only response was to flick the tip of her tongue against the girl's knee. Gathering up her courage, Trixie told the man, "I... I have to have more money for a threesome." "Of course," said Aeralyus. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out some bills. "Will this do?" Trixie's eyes widened at the money he held: five or six fifty-dollar bills... American bills, she thought greedily. "Yes." Mikhail will be so pleased! Aeralyus tucked the money into her cleavage. Tasting her sweet flesh, he ran his tongue over the swell of the girl's breast, across her collarbone, and up her neck. Talia licked over the girl's knee and up her leg. This is strange, Trixie thought as the man licked up the length of her arm. But considering the amount of money he had given her, she was willing to go with it. Gradually the licking stopped being pleasurable, becoming irritating and downright painful. Trixie felt something warm run into her shoe, across her hand, between her breasts. Opening her eyes, she looked down at herself as the man and woman continued to lick her arms and legs. Blood streaked the front of her new blue top and droplets of blood hung from the ends of her fingers. Trixie opened her mouth to scream but the man's hand covered it before she could make a sound. Now truly frightened, she struggled to free herself from the blonde man's embrace. Hold her, brother. Yes, sister. Aeralyus tightened his embrace on the girl to contain her struggles. With one arm around her waist and his other hand over her mouth, he could only lick at her shoulder and neck. He knew Talia was licking at the girl's thigh, searching for the femoral artery. Their rough tongues continued to abrade the young prostitute's skin. Her blood welled and then flowed as they licked. After a while she ceased to struggle against them. The male knew his sister was only a lick or two away from breaking open the artery in the girl's leg, just as she knew it would only take him that long to break open the girl's carotid artery. Simultaneously blood gushed from their prey's neck and thigh. The flow diminished as she bled out. They lapped at the warm, coppery liquid before it could cool with her dying. The girl hung limp in the male's arms, her blood staining his shirt. The female took one last tentative lick before moving away. The male allowed the body to fall to the ground in a bloody heap. Our kitten is dead. I'll find you another. Talia's smile lasted through their metamorphosis back into their hellish wolf shapes. The twins touched noses before moving further into the darkness and the night. |