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Authors: Rachel Green
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The question is why?”
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Felicia awoke in the street, her head pounding, her body sore. Why was she lying on the ground? Where was Julie? What was that tantalizing smell? She stumbled to her feet, brushing off the worst of the dust and dirt from her clothes. She had no idea where her car was but her head was pounding enough for a bottle full of mescal worms to have taken residence. The sky had deepened to a shade of Prussian blue and the streetlights were flickering on.
One thing she was certain of was she’d lost several hours of time. It was already dark. She remembered meeting Taliel but since then, nothing.
She ran her tongue across her lip, looking for the bruise, but her lips were full and whole, and her leg bore no trace of the cut she’d received when she had fallen. A hand to the forehead revealed no wound from Taliel’s branch either, though her fingernails scraped off traces of dried blood, proving she hadn’t dreamt the whole exchange.
Where was she?
She blinked, and the world shifted into pinpoint focus in monochrome. Splashes of color intruded–lines and trails marking where people had walked, dogs and cats had prowled and a thin green line along the gutter where a rat had run. Bright splashes of yellow overlaid the trails where dogs had urinated.
She caught the scent of children’s sweat and ice cream, and knew where she was. The Royal Park was over to the east, the gallery north. Familiar territory. There was a dance club two streets away.
Felicia began walking. She wanted something, but was unsure what. Food perhaps, or sex. Her thoughts crowded into each other. Sex was food, wasn’t it? She increased her pace, her strides lengthening. Prey was food.
She entered the club with barely a glance at the doormen, dropping money on the counter without even checking the amount. They allowed her in without comment.
Felicia could smell the heat of desire emanating from the groups of dancers, their lust a deep red tinged with the mauve of desire. It was almost a living organism in itself and she followed it to the upper floors, the crush of velvet overwhelming and intoxicating. All the pseudo-vampires and potential suicides were lined with a swirl of yellow need.
She picked one at random. A female she vaguely recognized. Her scent was musky, a purple of decay overlaying the basic red of lust that Felicia zeroed in upon, crossing the intervening space in seconds and whisking the girl away from her gaggle of sycophantic friends faster than she could voice an objection.
“Do you–”
Felicia silenced her objection with a kiss, holding her head with both hands and forcing her tongue into her mouth. She struggled for a moment before melting into Felicia’s grip, surrendering to dominance and the promise of sex.
Felicia shifted her hand to the girl’s waist, pulling her in close and sliding one leg between the girl’s, holding her upright with a thigh and increasing the pressure. She took the hint and moved with the music, performing tribadism while Felicia sucked the breath from her body.
Felicia wrapped her fist in dark hair, pulling the girl’s head back to expose her neck and planting open-mouthed kisses along her throat, the girl’s scent turning almost black with want as she shook under a small orgasm. Felicia’s teeth grazed the skin, feeling the strong pulse through her lips and tongue. She slid her hand up the taut bodice, and her sense of red desire turned electric blue with sudden pain.
She yanked backward, stumbling into the pair of barely-legals behind her as she raised her hand to the light. A thin black line was etched into her palm, the mirror image of the chain that the girl was wearing. A silver chain. The music was suddenly louder than she could bear and Felicia felt close to vomiting.
“Wait!” The girl hurried after her as she fled the dance floor, intent upon finding the toilets, but Felicia ignored her, the pain a far more pressing matter than the prey.
Felicia
* * * *
Felicia awoke in the street, her head pounding, her body sore. Why was she lying on the ground? Where was Julie? What was that tantalizing smell? She stumbled to her feet, brushing off the worst of the dust and dirt from her clothes. She had no idea where her car was but her head was pounding enough for a bottle full of mescal worms to have taken residence. The sky had deepened to a shade of Prussian blue and the streetlights were flickering on.
One thing she was certain of was she’d lost several hours of time. It was already dark. She remembered meeting Taliel but since then, nothing.
She ran her tongue across her lip, looking for the bruise, but her lips were full and whole, and her leg bore no trace of the cut she’d received when she had fallen. A hand to the forehead revealed no wound from Taliel’s branch either, though her fingernails scraped off traces of dried blood, proving she hadn’t dreamt the whole exchange.
Where was she?
She blinked, and the world shifted into pinpoint focus in monochrome. Splashes of color intruded–lines and trails marking where people had walked, dogs and cats had prowled and a thin green line along the gutter where a rat had run. Bright splashes of yellow overlaid the trails where dogs had urinated.
She caught the scent of children’s sweat and ice cream, and knew where she was. The Royal Park was over to the east, the gallery north. Familiar territory. There was a dance club two streets away.
Felicia began walking. She wanted something, but was unsure what. Food perhaps, or sex. Her thoughts crowded into each other. Sex was food, wasn’t it? She increased her pace, her strides lengthening. Prey was food.
She entered the club with barely a glance at the doormen, dropping money on the counter without even checking the amount. They allowed her in without comment.
Felicia could smell the heat of desire emanating from the groups of dancers, their lust a deep red tinged with the mauve of desire. It was almost a living organism in itself and she followed it to the upper floors, the crush of velvet overwhelming and intoxicating. All the pseudo-vampires and potential suicides were lined with a swirl of yellow need.
She picked one at random. A female she vaguely recognized. Her scent was musky, a purple of decay overlaying the basic red of lust that Felicia zeroed in upon, crossing the intervening space in seconds and whisking the girl away from her gaggle of sycophantic friends faster than she could voice an objection.
“Do you–”
Felicia silenced her objection with a kiss, holding her head with both hands and forcing her tongue into her mouth. She struggled for a moment before melting into Felicia’s grip, surrendering to dominance and the promise of sex.
Felicia shifted her hand to the girl’s waist, pulling her in close and sliding one leg between the girl’s, holding her upright with a thigh and increasing the pressure. She took the hint and moved with the music, performing tribadism while Felicia sucked the breath from her body.
Felicia wrapped her fist in dark hair, pulling the girl’s head back to expose her neck and planting open-mouthed kisses along her throat, the girl’s scent turning almost black with want as she shook under a small orgasm. Felicia’s teeth grazed the skin, feeling the strong pulse through her lips and tongue. She slid her hand up the taut bodice, and her sense of red desire turned electric blue with sudden pain.
She yanked backward, stumbling into the pair of barely-legals behind her as she raised her hand to the light. A thin black line was etched into her palm, the mirror image of the chain that the girl was wearing. A silver chain. The music was suddenly louder than she could bear and Felicia felt close to vomiting.
“Wait!” The girl hurried after her as she fled the dance floor, intent upon finding the toilets, but Felicia ignored her, the pain a far more pressing matter than the prey.
Felicia
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