Kisses and blood
Sprawled on her settee, wrapped up in her flower kimono and a soft quilt Liv watches Jean-Paul Belmondo kiss Jean Seberg. Watches him run a thumb across his lower lip before he dies. The screen goes dark.
Liv licks her own lips, tasting the tingling after-taste of the girl’s sweet blood. Wild mane of springy golden curls and lip-gloss tasting of strawberries. Yeah, strawberry girl, who so perfectly draped her gentle curves around Liv’s cold limbs, when they were dancing till the wee hours. Liv still fills dizzy from her kisses. Drunk from the crowd’s mad energy and all that blood.
There was a flash of regret on the girl’s face when Liv told her that she couldn’t take her home. Liv would have loved to, but how to explain that she had to be alone after sunrise, could not share a bed with a mortal just like that.
But actually it’s not a mortal’s embrace she desires. All that tenderness and frailty, those brittle bones. Almost sickening, all that sweet mellow blood, like syrupy lemonade when in reality she wants wine.
Slowly, Liv’s hand sneaks down into her kimono and parts her own flesh. Teasing herself, like the girl had teased her in a dark corner under the boys’ greedy eyes. Like Miranda had been teasing her while Liv had slowly drained her. How she had always loved Miranda’s small shrill cries ….
Miranda, who’s gone and dead now. Nothing but ashes. Golden hair rotting in the damp earth. Killed by Sean, that callous, cold-hearted bastard. Sean, who has two different faces and a cruel smile. Sean, who kisses by far too good.
Liv bites her own tongue, tastes hot blood while her hand speeds up its movements. And hates herself that when she comes it’s with Sean’s name on her lips.
Liv licks her own lips, tasting the tingling after-taste of the girl’s sweet blood. Wild mane of springy golden curls and lip-gloss tasting of strawberries. Yeah, strawberry girl, who so perfectly draped her gentle curves around Liv’s cold limbs, when they were dancing till the wee hours. Liv still fills dizzy from her kisses. Drunk from the crowd’s mad energy and all that blood.
There was a flash of regret on the girl’s face when Liv told her that she couldn’t take her home. Liv would have loved to, but how to explain that she had to be alone after sunrise, could not share a bed with a mortal just like that.
But actually it’s not a mortal’s embrace she desires. All that tenderness and frailty, those brittle bones. Almost sickening, all that sweet mellow blood, like syrupy lemonade when in reality she wants wine.
Slowly, Liv’s hand sneaks down into her kimono and parts her own flesh. Teasing herself, like the girl had teased her in a dark corner under the boys’ greedy eyes. Like Miranda had been teasing her while Liv had slowly drained her. How she had always loved Miranda’s small shrill cries ….
Miranda, who’s gone and dead now. Nothing but ashes. Golden hair rotting in the damp earth. Killed by Sean, that callous, cold-hearted bastard. Sean, who has two different faces and a cruel smile. Sean, who kisses by far too good.
Liv bites her own tongue, tastes hot blood while her hand speeds up its movements. And hates herself that when she comes it’s with Sean’s name on her lips.