Glitter in the Air
Drusilla remembered snow, but it had been a while since she'd actually experienced it. Cold didn't really have an effect on her, though walking down the center of the street, hands outstretched to catch at the silver flakes, head thrown back, her dress swishing around her calves, could attract attention. Not that Drusilla noticed. She stuck out her tongue, catching a snowflake on it.
It didn't melt.
"The glitter in the air, it whispers to me," she sang, half-closing her eyes and swaying back and forth. Her arms lashed like snakes as she spun in place. "Whispers, shhh, shhh."
"Miss? Are you all right?"
Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the question and Drusilla smiled at the handsome young man. "Oh," she said, "I'm lovely." Her fingers walked up his chest. "But the snowflakes say something terrible's going to happen to you."
"What?"
Drusilla grabbed his skull, biting deep into his throat. The heat of his blood roared down her throat, melting the snowflake that had been in her mouth.
"They sing," she said, letting him slowly down to the road. "They'll sing to you, if you listen."
Written for D. M. Evans