Diane wakes about five minutes after she fell asleep, her hands shaking and
her stomach is churning. She curls up into a ball and replays the night's
activities over and over in her head. It seems almost like she is watching
a movie, like it never really happened, as if she can go find her sister
and everything will be all right, well back to normal anyways. Although
Diane knew that could never happen. After about the fifth time going
through her little movie Diane sits up and stares at the crumpled jacket on
the floor, she relinquishes the sword from her back and sets it quietly on
her coffee table. "My life is over," she whispers to herself, "I don't
deserve life."
Reaching towards the ceiling, Diane cracks her back, "Ooo." she says, "that felt good." Snickering she reaches for the phone and punches in a couple of numbers. "Kristopher?" she asks the person on the other line. "I want to die." She tells Kristopher then hangs up the phone and runs to her room, suddenly full of energy. Diane jumps into the shower and turns the water as hot as it will go. Her hair falls down covering her naked body; she smothers her body in a white lather of lilac scented soap, and washes her hair with a rose shampoo. Her nostrils fill with the sweet scents and her whole body relaxes. While rinsing her body Diane begins to sing, her voice sweet and sounds like a nightingale. As soon as she is free of soap Diane jumps out of the shower, she looks into her vanity mirror, it is covered with steam. Diane wipes away the steam and her naked body reflects back at her. Water drips from her whole body and flows over the beautiful tattoos that guild her skin. The reflected face unexpectedly saddens a bit; Diane brings her left hand to her neck and lightly touches the scarred bite marks. She drags her hand down from her neck in between her breasts where she outlines her dragon tattoo. Her hand reaches the end of the dragon and she continues to drag it downward, to her hip, her hand joins with the tattoo of an ankh. The ankh is drawn in silver and has two charms on it representing her and her sister connected together through life. Diane drags her nail through the symbol representing her, not hard enough to break skin but a mark shows.
The mirror begins to fog over again; the reflected woman sighs and goes to her closet to take out a long silky black garb. She slips it on over her still wet body, the fabric clings to her naked hips and its low neck presents her unbound breasts. Her necklace hangs perfectly in the center of her neck and dress. Inside a small box is a vile in which Diane retrieves, she applies a blue liquid to her neck and wrists, and a sweet scent fills the room. "Yummy."
Then the aura of the room changes, a huge smile embellishes Diane's face as she spins around to see Kristopher standing behind her. "Merry Meet." Diane greets him and bows lowly, the slits on the skirt of her dress split apart and show Diane's strongly formed legs. "Now don't go all witchy on me here. A simple kiss is all I ask for." Kristopher picks Diane up and presses his lips against hers then his tongue parts her lips. His taste is so sweet Diane becomes weak; her knees would have given in had she been standing.
Kristopher kisses Diane again on the lips then on the cheek, and then moves to her neck. He runs his tongue along her scars and slightly nibbled on her neck. Diane leans her head back, her heartbeat raced and her veins pulsated. Her hands run through Kristopher's hair and massage his neck. Slowly Kristopher lowers Diane to the floor, he kisses her softly and then stares into her eyes, his hands slowly slide up Diane's sides and onto her shoulders. His fingers begin to entangle them selves in the straps holding on Diane's dress. He brings them down to her elbows and drops them; the dress descends past her waits, beyond her knees, all the way to the floor. Once again Diane stands exposed in her chamber.
Diane gives Kristopher a seductive glance and runs her hands along the inseam of his pants, along the zipper, and tiptoes on each button upon his black shirt. She runs the tips of her nails along his esophagus and the rips his shirt off of him, showing his muscular stomach. Taking Diane's hands Kristopher rubs them up his stomach, over his chest and to his neck, then to his mouth. Kristopher kisses Diane's long fingers; her black nails tickle his lips. Quickly, he leans down and picks Diane up; her bare skin close to his, Kristopher lays her on her bed the black sheets bend to her body. Kristopher climbs on top of her and kisses her, more passionately then any other kiss they shared before.
Staring into one another's eyes the two people make a mental connection. Smiling Kristopher leans in and sinks his ivory teeth into Diane's pulsating jugular. She blacks out shortly after.
Reaching towards the ceiling, Diane cracks her back, "Ooo." she says, "that felt good." Snickering she reaches for the phone and punches in a couple of numbers. "Kristopher?" she asks the person on the other line. "I want to die." She tells Kristopher then hangs up the phone and runs to her room, suddenly full of energy. Diane jumps into the shower and turns the water as hot as it will go. Her hair falls down covering her naked body; she smothers her body in a white lather of lilac scented soap, and washes her hair with a rose shampoo. Her nostrils fill with the sweet scents and her whole body relaxes. While rinsing her body Diane begins to sing, her voice sweet and sounds like a nightingale. As soon as she is free of soap Diane jumps out of the shower, she looks into her vanity mirror, it is covered with steam. Diane wipes away the steam and her naked body reflects back at her. Water drips from her whole body and flows over the beautiful tattoos that guild her skin. The reflected face unexpectedly saddens a bit; Diane brings her left hand to her neck and lightly touches the scarred bite marks. She drags her hand down from her neck in between her breasts where she outlines her dragon tattoo. Her hand reaches the end of the dragon and she continues to drag it downward, to her hip, her hand joins with the tattoo of an ankh. The ankh is drawn in silver and has two charms on it representing her and her sister connected together through life. Diane drags her nail through the symbol representing her, not hard enough to break skin but a mark shows.
The mirror begins to fog over again; the reflected woman sighs and goes to her closet to take out a long silky black garb. She slips it on over her still wet body, the fabric clings to her naked hips and its low neck presents her unbound breasts. Her necklace hangs perfectly in the center of her neck and dress. Inside a small box is a vile in which Diane retrieves, she applies a blue liquid to her neck and wrists, and a sweet scent fills the room. "Yummy."
Then the aura of the room changes, a huge smile embellishes Diane's face as she spins around to see Kristopher standing behind her. "Merry Meet." Diane greets him and bows lowly, the slits on the skirt of her dress split apart and show Diane's strongly formed legs. "Now don't go all witchy on me here. A simple kiss is all I ask for." Kristopher picks Diane up and presses his lips against hers then his tongue parts her lips. His taste is so sweet Diane becomes weak; her knees would have given in had she been standing.
Kristopher kisses Diane again on the lips then on the cheek, and then moves to her neck. He runs his tongue along her scars and slightly nibbled on her neck. Diane leans her head back, her heartbeat raced and her veins pulsated. Her hands run through Kristopher's hair and massage his neck. Slowly Kristopher lowers Diane to the floor, he kisses her softly and then stares into her eyes, his hands slowly slide up Diane's sides and onto her shoulders. His fingers begin to entangle them selves in the straps holding on Diane's dress. He brings them down to her elbows and drops them; the dress descends past her waits, beyond her knees, all the way to the floor. Once again Diane stands exposed in her chamber.
Diane gives Kristopher a seductive glance and runs her hands along the inseam of his pants, along the zipper, and tiptoes on each button upon his black shirt. She runs the tips of her nails along his esophagus and the rips his shirt off of him, showing his muscular stomach. Taking Diane's hands Kristopher rubs them up his stomach, over his chest and to his neck, then to his mouth. Kristopher kisses Diane's long fingers; her black nails tickle his lips. Quickly, he leans down and picks Diane up; her bare skin close to his, Kristopher lays her on her bed the black sheets bend to her body. Kristopher climbs on top of her and kisses her, more passionately then any other kiss they shared before.
Staring into one another's eyes the two people make a mental connection. Smiling Kristopher leans in and sinks his ivory teeth into Diane's pulsating jugular. She blacks out shortly after.