Yay, next chapter, also this is Bloody Mary's POV, next chapter we're get Beast's. ;D please read, review and fave.
She lived for the kill, there was no better feeling of a fully loaded gun in her grip and a freshly sharpen axe by her side. There was no better feeling then when they begged for her mercy on their pathetic lives. She loved it, she loved it, and she loved it! The fear in their eyes, the tears in their eyes, the way their breathing sped up as they knew their time of death drew closer and closer whenever she showed up. They always said to do what you love when you choose a job so it doesn't feel like a job, and she lived for that. Her job was her hobby, and she loved her hobby.
She smiled to herself, the sheer pleasure she felt when she had the so called "Big bad wolf" close to bleeding out to death at her feet, all because of a simple little silver bullet. It was a joyous moment for her. The thrill of when the gun fired and the sound it made was like music to her hears, like a violin playing a classical song. A freshly fired bullet was her favorite melody. The way it rang when it fired, the smell of smoke coming of out of revolver, it sent her into a world of never ending pure bliss and enjoyment. But of course that wasn't the only form of enjoyment and pleasure she had. Give her couple drinks and a beautiful girl and she was in heaven.
Amber eyes looked out the rather dark and faded windows of the car, it was incapable to see the tall city buildings of Fable town but you could managed to catch just the slightest glimpse of the street lights and neon lights of the many night clubs that scattered around the more "darker' areas of Fable town, the ones small children were warned not to go to. She licked and lips and then stared daggers at the tall stick-like elderly man, clad in an overpriced lavender suit.
Sweat dripped down from his forehead as he nervously twitched, sitting in between Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, who both of them bore bruises and cuts like tattoos on their bodies. He was a train wreck ready to happen. Ichabod Crane was about to crumple like a half baked cookie at her slightest movement. Whenever she flashed him a devious smirk he would flinch, whenever she stared into his narrow eyes for awhile he would cringed, whenever she clicked her tongue he shivered. Toying with her prey as they slowly started to break down was just another fun perk of the job.
Ichabod trembled as he talked. "P-please, if money's the issues I got pl-"he was cut off when Dum elbowed him in his boney little gut.
"Shut up you old bastard!" he warned. Crane oblige and returned to being quiet, trying t avoid eye contact with all three of them.
'That's right you old fool, be quiet the weak little boy you are.' The raven haired woman though. Crane had no focal point to avoid eye contract. With Dee to his left, Dum to his right and Bloody Mary herself sitting directly in front of him all he could do was look downwards at the silver gun gripped in her hands.
The bald man gulped rather loudly then ever so bravely looked right into Bloody Mary's cold
eyes.
"I-I got the money if that's what this is about." he stuttered as Dum raise his fist to punch Crane in the face but Bloody Mary raised a hand, signalling him to step away.
In an instant her put the barrel of the gun to Crane's wrinkled forehead and clicked her tongue. The lavender dressed man froze, his eyes widen in shock and horror.
'I love my job.'
Her lips formed into her signature slick and sleek smile as her finger slowly caressed the trigger.
"I'm gonna make this real simple." The leather jacket wearing woman leaned in closer to the old man. Her lips shifted into an annoyed frown and her eyes flashed him a fierce look. "I'm in a good mood tonight, don't ruin it for me with your annoying voice, it makes my ears bleed." Crane gulped again nervously and slowly nodded. A smile spread across her face." Great." she said putting the gun away but then swiftly held it t his again. "Bang," She teased as the thin man's face paled. His narrow bug like eyes rolled back into his had as he fainted. Bloody Mary chuckled merrily to herself, pathetic fuckers like Ichabod Crane made her job too easy sometimes…but of course it was still fun no matter how easy it was.
"Let's draw on his face." Suggested Dee, as Dum took out a marker from his pant's pockets.
"Alright, always though Crane could use a little makeover." Dum chuckled drawing a thin, curly black mustache onto him and an array of black "pimples" onto his pale forehead.
Normally she would have to discipline some sort of maturity onto the brother, but her mind was adrift. Resting her chin her in palm her eyelids lazily lowered in a dreamy expression. Tonight had been a good night for her, a good and fun night which was about to get better… What better way was there to start your night then having Bigby Wolf more or less silently begging for your mercy? Then after finally getting Crane to shut up, it was a nice night so far. Gazing at the small bright blurs of the city lights through the blacken windows she unknowingly smiled. She was eager to get out of this car- not just because of those two annoy tubs of lard and Ichabod creep, the black clad woman was eager to leave to see the charming woman she met.
Beauty drove her insane, the way her pants hugged her hips, the way her jacket clung onto her torso and way she tasted… she licked her lips remembering the taste, already yearning for more at the very though of the blonde woman. She wanted her legs wrapped around her waist, to bite her lower lip to the point of bleeding while Beauty screamed her name is pleasure… Her body was telling her she couldn't hold off her feelings anyway.
"You seem to be in a good mood." Commented Dee as he and Dum wrapped up Crane's "Makeover".
"Just enjoying the night while it's still young." She mused.
"Good point." Agreed Dum, "I say right after me and Dee get ourselves patched up we all go out for drinks!" he suggested and reached into Crane's pocket and retrieved his wallet. "Crane's treat," He added
Crossing her long legs she ran a hand though her hair. "I'll pass, I'm meeting with someone."
"Oh, you got a man waiting for ya?" Laughed Dum as in the blink of an eye Bloody Mary stuck the barrel of the gun in Dum's flabby double chin.
"I got a friend."
Hours later
With a swift movement the thin match lit us as if on cue after she ran it down the side of a rather crumpled matchbox. Bright orange flames emitted from the tip brightening the dim penthouse. Lowering the lit match it sent fire to yet another candle that scattered the dinning room. Another plus of her job was the pay- sure she could never stay in one place too long but every now and then she could easy obtain a high end place like this, which would serve perfect for tonight. Pursing her lips she blew out the small flame and took a moment to admire her hard work. Despite her idea of a dream date being a few guns, some idiots like Bigby for targets and a bunch of booze, she was really looking forward to tonight, even if she was never a fan of dinner dates. The scent of exotic spices used during cooking filled the whole penthouse with its delectable smell. She took a moment to indulge in the scent she gave off, but what she longed to smell house was not the fine cooking her boss had arranged foe her but the natural scent of Beauty's fair skin…as well as the sweet taste of her flesh.
Unknowing to her she licked her lips, it was a habit… whenever the though of the very taste the wonderful woman upheld she craved it, she craved it more then anything…like a child wanting the sugary taste of sweets. Taking a second she went over herself, making sure not a single thing was out of place. She hated getting dressed up, but if Beauty was she supposed she should at least make the effort for her sake.
'Besides, not like we're be wearing them all night.' A perverted though teased in the back of Bloody Mary's mind as she went over herself. She was now clad in a black pantsuit rather then the comfort of well worn jeans and leather, she wore a pearl necklace that was wrapped around her neck multiply times in a loop, it gave the impression if the pearls were ever undone it would be miles long, and lastly a pair of black flats and matching fingerless gloves. If there was one rule in her life she always fallowed it was she would never be caught dead in a dress, she didn't do dresses no matter what the given situation, so pantsuit it was.
Her eyes lit up in delight as a knock at the door, a large smile spread across her face as she turned the brass knob and sure enough there she was, looking as studding as ever.
"You're late." She mused jokingly as Beauty entered the house. The first thing the red highlight woman noticed was her perfectly shaped legs which were revealed with the blue dress that hugged her hips.
"It…took me awhile to get a cab." She excused shutting the door behind her.
"Let me take your jacket." The pantsuit wearing woman offered, as Beauty oblige. It pleased her even more when she saw the upper half of the blonde woman's outfit. It clung to her body in all the right places, the sweetheart neckline offered a subtle- yet a captivating enough for Bloody Mary's taste, of cleavage, it contain two thin shoulder straps that looked as if they could easily be snipped away. And lastly the necklace she bore, it was the one she had given her.
"Thank you…" The front desk worker replied in a rather quiet manner.
Using her finger she lifted Beauty's diamond shaped face. "Why so glum?" she asked as the blue eyed woman averted her gaze from the freckled face woman.
"I-it's been a long night."
"Don't you worry," She purred. "I got just the cure for that." Whispering into her ear she reached for a bottle of champagne which rested on the dinner table. Fetching two wine glasses, she poured them both of glass of champagne.
"Thank you…" The blonde thanked and took a small sip.
"Dinner's ready, take a seat and relax." The blue dress woman said nothing and sat down at a small table that was draped in a white table cloth and of course a few candles emitting a dim light. Sure enough Bloody Mary carried two white plates both of which had a steak which carried the scent of fine herbs and spices, most likely imported and not grown in the city.
It was clear as crystal Beauty was intrigued by the fine scent it gave off. "It looks amazing." she commented taking another sip of champagne.
She smirked as she took her first sip of the bubbly and crisp champagne as Beauty cut into her steak, taking her first bite of dinner.
"You didn't really have to do all this for me…" she said in a rather meek manner then continued to eat."I mean its nice but…isn't a bit much for someone you only just met?"
Bloody Mary clicked her tongue after one final drink. "I said I liked you," She reminded. "so far at least." She lastly added.
"But isn't this…a bit pricey?" she voiced her concern. "I know expensive products when I see it, that bottle of champagne alone cost around two hundred." She eyes the dinner uneasily. "I really don't deserve this… and with times being so tight-" she was shushed when Bloody Mary placed her long slender finger on her lips.
"I don't mind," she replied. "Besides, my job pays pretty well and I'm always saving up for a rainy day."
Beauty let put a dry little chuckle. "You must really like your job if it pays this well, what are you?" she asked. "Fable town police or something?" she guessed.
"Nah," Bloody Mary shook her head. "But my job does tend to cross paths with them." She could just barely hold back laughter.
'If you knew the half of it.' the teasing though echoed in the back of her head.
She rested her cheek in her hand. "What about your job?"
Her guest seemed a tad startled by that reaction, like a criminal being question by the police. To stall for time Beauty took a long sip of champagne, unintentionally polishing off the clear crystal glass. Bloody Mary merely laughed and refilled her glass practically to the rim.
"Careful," she warned as she finished pouring Beauty another drink. "You're a lightweight."
"I don't drink much…" The blond wavy haired woman confessed.
"Clearly," The raven haired woman replied. "Last night you got drunk on a couple bloody marries." she snickered. "So, about your job?" she asked again.
Once again Beauty was about to take another sip of her drink, but a gloved hand gently swatted her hand away from the crystal glass filled with champagne. "You don't have to beat around the bush, I know what goes on at Open arms." with that it seemed to relax Beauty (Or maybe it was the glass of champagne she down earlier).
She shook her head and sighed. "Its terrible, everything about it is terrible." Resting her chin her hand she continued. "I see people going in all the time, Fables and Mundies…I know what goes on in those rooms upstairs; I just pretend not to…" another sigh escaped her lips."I only do it for the pay…its decent and puts food on the table and pay some of the bills."
"I wouldn't say it's so bad, you get to see some beautiful woman."
'Who meet with the blade of an axe.'
"I...I don't really look at them…its just sad what there doing…" Beauty daintily sipped from her glass. "I can hardly stand at work sometimes."
'It gets sadder when you see them beheaded, their not screaming in pain anymore.'
The charming young lady cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be complaining." Twirling a lock of blonde hair with her finger she looked downwards in guilt.
"It's fine, you're my guest, do as you please." the hostess replied.
"Bloody Mary, just what is your job?" her guest asked again. "I mean if it pays this well when times are this tight it must be…I can't even think of the right word." Beauty trailed off and ate another bite of the fine tender meat. She swallowed and looked around the penthouse and all the rich items it had to offer. "I haven't been around any high class stuff in so long, I feel a bit out of place." she confessed.
A sly smile spread on her lightly freckled face. "Well," she began. "Your always be welcomed at my place." Was it a cheesy move on her part? Yes, but she had to get the ball rolling at some point.
A light shade of pink flustered her pale skin. "Thank you." she was barely about to say.
"Always eager to please,"
'Myself, that is.'
The rest of the night wasn't anything too dramatic, they exchanged dialog there and there about topic such as music, books, art and what they did in spare time. All of which Bloody Mary lied of course, she doubted Beauty would be fond of her love her heavy metal, tattoos and of course murder and fighting Bigby Wolf. But set that aside she would have to say it was a fine night.
And it was about to get better…
Patting her plump lips with a napkin Beauty looked at Bloody Mary. A genuine smile on her lovely face. Clearly she was grateful for the meal.
"Thank you," the woman started as she got up. "It seems like forever since I've ate a meal like that."
Clearing the fine china plates, crystal glasses and fine silverware away into the silver kitchen sink. A soft little "clinking" noise as she did so. The hostess then turned to her guest, giving her, her signature a cat stalking its prey delightfully look, her lips curled into a sick smile and eager ready eyes set it sights on Beauty.
"The night's still young." She announced reaching into a bowl and pulling out a pair of brass brown coloured metal keys. "You have your day off from work, let's live it up."
The fair skinned woman glance uneasy at her. "Don't you have work tomorrow?" she questioned as a small laugh escaped her lips.
"Work doesn't start until I get there, you could say I'm like second in command." Twirling the keys in her hands, a loud clinking sound as the variously keys slammed against each other in the motion. "Come on, it will be fun." It seemed as though her persuaded attempt on Beauty to go out worked, a slight and slow nod from her.
"Right…we
won't be out too long right?" she asked as she slipped her red jacket on. "I…I have to go home soon."
Bloody Mary ignored that and open a rather cramped closet. "Yeah, whatever…just let me find the helmets."
It didn't take the smartest person in the world to know Beauty's eyes must have widened to a cartoon proportion.
"Helmets?"
Now this was a good time for Bloody Mary, she loved her job. Amazing pay, the thrill of the kill, and lastly she had an attractive woman by her side…or in this case behind her.
Her hands gripped the rubber that wrapped around the black motorcycle's metal handles, both hers and Beauty's head protected by matching black helmets. She wondered why she brought two, it was a splurge of the moment kind of thing on her guess, but now she was thankful she was an impulse shopper. Gloved hands turned the handles again. A loud roar of the engine came to life as it echoed through the city. It awoke sleeping Fables and Mundies alike when the once darken windows of apartments light up, and the faint sound of swearing filled the air, but it was all drowned out by the motorcycle.
Sucking her teeth to resist the urge to yell some insults at them, even with that tempting offer she had to be a bit more refined for tonight and tonight only. Plus she had something better than insults happening right now. On the back of the bike Beauty's long shapely arms clung to her in fear. She found it arousing, the way she had her arms tightly warmed around her back under her breast, she wouldn't mind of Beauty made and mistake and accidentally felt her up- hell she was purposely taking the roads that had more potholes just to cause that little "accident"…but it seemed a hopeless dream…oh well maybe after a few drinks things would ease up and cause her lover to let her hair down.
Eventually the roar of the bike was silence as it pulled up on a black paved parking lot. She clicked her tongue and removed the helmet. "We're here."
Beauty let out a sigh of relief, she guessed she wasn't a big fan of motorcycles…shame…but maybe she would forgive her after tonight. Because if there was thing she was great at that didn't involve causing harm and despair to other, it was showing a lovely lady a great time.
In a rather shaky manner Beauty got off the bike and took her the helmet. "How can you ride that think?!" were the first words out of her mouth. Patting her head she merely laughed.
"You get used it to, its easier then driving a car really."
She scoffed then looked at the large building in front of them. It was dark like any other building in Fable town, and like most clubs it had a bright neon sight. This one took the shape of bubble letters which read "The Sipping lioness" in bright pink noon and had an human like female lion in yellow neon lights.
"Is this…a club?" she asked nervously. "I'm not a drinker-"
"You weren't saying that when you were downing bloody marries." reminded Bloody Mary. "Your be fine." reassured the woman as she took Beauty by the hand and rushed inside the bar.
It was dark but it was dimly lit with lights in shades of blue, pink, purple and green. There was small bar that was accompanied rather by rather new looking red leather bar stools. There was a large collection of glass bottles that contained alcohol that ranged from strong whiskeys to bold vodkas. The club was full of women of course, this was a women's bar after all. Many of them were drinking, dancing or chatting the late night away.
Plopping herself down in one of the bar stools a bartender- a charming looking Latin woman with her hair cut short in a bob fashion and big gold hoop earrings, served a round of vodka shots to two women before noticing Bloody Mary and Beauty.
"What can I get you two?" the bartender asked as Bloody Mary glanced at Beauty.
"Anything you want in practical?"
"Uh…Just an ice tea." she replied sheepishly.
'Of course,' She though bitterly but she wasn't going to give up that easily. "We're take one long island ice tea and one martini." she ordered as the bartender gave a nod and when to prepare the drinks.
Beauty sat down next to her and glance downwards awkwardly. Sensing the awkward tension coming from Beauty's behalf she leaned in closer. "Trust me, it will be a real fun night." reminding her that she could show anyone a good time and she meant ANYONE! She showed Bigby a good time when she shot him down, that was a real good time…to her at least.
"I feel so out of place." Beauty confessed twirling a wavy lock of her golden hair between her fingers.
"It's always a bit awkward if it's your first time in a bar." but it seemed her attempt to reassure her blue clad woman were futile.
"Its not that…I mean…comparing your penthouse to my apartment…" she sighed and used her finger to trace an imaginary circle on the bar's oak table top. "I guess what I'm trying to say in I'm kind of jealous…"
"Jealous?" Bloody Mary repeated back.
"I'm sorry if this makes me sound like I'm some spoiled brat but…." pausing for a moment she looked deeply in though. "I only known you for a little while but you live your live so happy, so carefree…" she lowered her head, almost in shame. "You have a job you seem to love, you don't worry about having enough money for the bills…I remember I used to live that way…"
The little confession made it all clear to Bloody Mary about Beauty's little problem. She wanted freedom, she wanted to be free of her chains that bind her to the ground. A part of her wanted to live life with no rules and to be untamed.
"So, you want to be free?" she asked to make sure her theory was correct.
At first a long pause then a slow nod. "I guess that's one way to put it…sorry if I made this depressing-"
Before she could speak another word Bloody Mary's used her hand to raise her head like she did when they first met sober at Open arms. "I told you, your my guest, do as you please." she purred. "Besides, isn't it normal to live as one pleases? doing whatever one wants? Its all part of being human after all...or fables in some cases."
Beauty's eyes glances away, avoiding the woman's hypnotizing like eyes. Her fingers drummed nervously against her thigh. "I guess...but you know how it is. We can't put off our responsibilities just for our own selfish desires... there's times we got to do stuff we don't like because sometimes it just has to be done." she heaved a heavy sigh. "I mean to live a life like that, it would be a dream come true! No more being in debt, not more work...but is just has to be done... no matter how much I want to live a carefree life and all the luxuries that it has..."
"I think it's possible." Bloody Mary pipped up leaning in closer to Beauty. "You want the life I live after all, right?"
"I suppose..."
'And I can give you that...'
Two glasses were place in front of them, one was a tall glass with a lemon wedge on the side, the other was a martini glass with an olive speared on a thin white plastic stick.
"Here you ladies go." the bartender said as she returned to fixing other drinks for the other customers. She watched in amusement as Beauty took her first sip of the long island ice tea. Her eyes lit up visible surprised.
"To strong for you?" she asked sipping her martini, feeling the strong taste of gin and vodka run down er throat leaving a burning sensation.
The wavy haired woman shook her head. "No, I mean I can taste the alcohol in it and its stronger then any drink I ever tried. But I think I can handle it." she daintily sipped again.
Knowing how much of a lightweight she was chances were she would drink herself drunk to try to keep up with her...but who was she to stop her?
She smiled and plucked the green olive off from its stick and plopped it into her mouth...this night kept getting better and better...
One long island ice tea and a small rum and cola later Beauty was already started to show signs of drunkenness...she doubted the champagne they had earlier was helping. Even though she showed signs and seemed to know it she still trying to keep up with Bloody Mary who already downed over twice the amount of booze as her and had barely any of the effects.
"Its not a contest." she mused in humor as she sipped yet another rum and cola cocktail served with cold ice and a lime wedge on the rim.
"N-no, I can keep going." sipping the last of her rum and cola. "Any other drinks you would suggest?"
It was with that question an idea sparked in Bloody Mary's mind. A wicked smile spread on her face as she said.
"How about a body shot?"
Bloody Mary laid spread out on the floor, a small crowd of women surrounding them but giving her and Beauty a decent amount of space. She removed the jacket of her pantsuit which left her clad in a white shirt, which was rolled up enough so you could see her fairly toned stomach that was lightly sprinkled with salt. A lemon wedge in her mouth- why she go with a lemon again? Why didn't she request a lime? The sour juices of the yellow fruit caused er lips to pucker around the wedge uncomfortably. It was already to late to request a lime wedge instead, a crowd had already formed around them cheering the two women on.
Then there stood Beauty in her blue dress and shot in hand. She looked nervous...chances are it was stage fright. Moving her head ever so slightly she gestured Beauty to start. The blonde took a deep breath then knelled down on her knees next to the salt covered woman. Her head slowly lowered downwards to her stomach. Bloody Mary sucked harder on the lemon wedge to resist the urge to moan as she felt her tongue slowly lick off the specks of salt. The feeling of her tongue with its warm and wet saliva slide against her skin was beyond arousing, she wouldn't be surprise if within the next few seconds the sour fruit would not be enough to block her urge to 's tongue worked its way way back and forth was driving her insane!
Eventually Beauty lapped up every last speck of salt, now it was time for the shot of vodka. The blonde woman took a quick deep breath then downed the clear and strong shot in a instant. The way her face scrunched up in disgust made it clear it was far to strong and bold for her. Now, the last and Bloody Mary's most favorite part of a body shot.
The charming lady gulped nervously as she brought her lips to the lemon wedge. The final part of a body shot was the person who licked the salt and drank was to then eat the fruit out of the person's mouth...only they could only use their mouth. Her pearly white teeth lightly bit onto the fruit nibbled slowly and the sour lemon juice dribbled down her chin in a messy manner. Of course she lips puckered from the bitter taste of the lemon juice, she slowly inched closer and closer to Bloody Mary's heart shaped lips. Juice gushed onto there faces creating a sticky mess, eventually Beauty's lips shyly met with Bloody Mary's, the wedge was devoured within seconds as if the tart taste it carried didn't exist. There alcoholic tasting saliva mixed with each others as kissed. A round of applause from the small crowd...
The rest was a blur, no surprise really both of them drank beyond their hearts consent. It was also not surprising they ended up in another hotel room like last time.
Amber eyes slowly cracked open as well as a small smile on Bloody Mary's face. Breathing in the scent of cheap motel room and sex that lingered in the dry air, she glanced downwards next to her. Deep in a slumber from the drunken night her sleeping Beauty's (No pun intended) head rested on the satin pillow they shared. Reaching over she grabbed a box of cigarettes with the brand name "Huff n Puff" labeled onto the slightly dented box, and then retrieved a navy lighter. After selecting a cigarette that was held in her mouth.
With a swift moment of her fingers the lighter emitted a flame. She brought the end of the cigarette the lighter. She inhaled deeply, allowing herself to gaze at Beauty's sleeping face and body. Her nude body was covered in hickeys, bruises and many other love marks she left on her. It was just like the first night they had together. Exhaling sharply, a puff of grey smoke escaped into the air. Running a hand through Beauty's messy hair a small groan came from the woman next to her.
"Morning," Bloody Mary greeted once again warmly just like the first night. Her captivating blue eyes open slowly. Bloody Mary took s moment at admire the hickeys scattered on Beauty's swan like neck.
Beauty muttered as sh slowly sat up, shutting her eyes tightly she rubbed her temples. "My head..." the blonde woman moaned. Chances were the amount of booze she drank last night wasn't helping with her head.
"Want me to make us some coffee?" Bloody Mary offered as she scooted closer to Beauty. Her lips latched onto her ear and nipped away gently. It had seemed the charming woman came to her senses, her eyes popped out again, her mouth hung open in shock.
"What did..." Beauty trailed off and gently pushed Bloody Mary away.
"What? Not a fan of coffee?" she joked leaning closer to the newly awaken woman and gave her a light peck on her plump lips.
A small muffle of protest as Beauty once again gently shoved Bloody Mary off. "Mary, please...I-I can't do this..."
Bloody Mary raised an eye brown at her. "You said you didn't have work."
The blonde shook her head. "No, its not that..." she took a deep breath. "I...I have a husband..."
"Oh..." Bloody Mary blankly said, of course she knew Beauty had a husband. That was what she was known for, she and Beast were the longest lasting couple out of all the Fables...but she just acted like it never mattered, an it didn't...to Bloody Mary at least. "I don't mind," she reassured. "Long as I'm still your number one girl." she purred.
"No," Beauty's eyes sadden. "This night and the night before...there were all mistakes, I don't even know if I'm into women-"
"You can like both, like I said I don't mind." she reminded.
"Look," Beauty got up and gathered her clothes which were scattered around the room in a messy manner. "You seem like a really great person, and you have a great life...and I had fun, it was the first time I had fun in a long time...but I have a great and loving husband at home... yeah times are tough but we're working on them..." she slipped on her clothes and took one last look at Bloody Mary. "Goodbye, Mary..."
Bloody Mary stayed completely still, time slowly ticked by... reaching in the night table drawer she pulled out her silver gun. Gritting her teeth in anger at the very though of Beast's face. A cruel smirk spread across her face as she got out of the hotel bed.
'Time to raise hell...'
Sorry if Bloody Mary's a bit OOC, it was tricky having to write her while with Beauty. Also can someone email or whatnot Fanficion that Boody Mary isn't in the character slot?
Please review.