Story time!

Told yah I'd post writing!!

I dropped the man’s body, sucked dry of his blood and no longer breathing. Another man disabled from touching another woman ever again. I smirked and nudged his face with the tip of my perfectly polished Stiletto. A dark chuckle found it’s way out of my mouth. I bent down to grab his wallet out of his back pocket, I opened the billfold to find his credit cards and his driver’s license, which told me he had lied about his name and age. I grabbed the two hundreds out of the pocket and stuck it down the front of my dress.

I began to walk away from the body, let the wild animals finish him off. As the cool wind blew my black hair forward, I began to feel the fresh, warm blood run through my body. Every inch of me came alive, the venom in my body became active and began to devour the red and white blood cells. I could feel my long black hair become livelier, my pale blue eyes were now filled with the venom and blood, making them look a pale violet.

More attractive to the human eye, more desirable. Every man’s eyes will fall on the tall, curvy, long-legged girl in a black cocktail dress and black Stilettos. Their eyes will be hypnotized by the way my hair bounces and cascades down my back. When I smile they’ll have to introduce their selves to me. And once they look into my eyes, they’re good as dead. Dead man walking.

Women will have to talk to me, at first to make sure I won’t steal their men. But once they hear that voice in the back of their mind that they could never compare, they want to know how to be like me. They want to befriend the friendly girl that they have seen their boyfriend, husband, or date looking at. Being my lover is a bad idea, being my friend is even a worse idea. Lovers just get two things: Sex and death. Friends get many more things, death is a blessing.

I started to hear the hum of soft music and people talking, laughing, having a merry time. A dark memory slowly places itself to the front of my mind, making me feel and see and hear that night that I will forget…