[Requiem] - Ice Water Kiss

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My body is still warm from the fight as the taste of blood explodes in my mouth. The girl quivers in my grasp and my skin tingles in response as the vitae floods my system, burning through me, hot, sweet and hollow.

I find another and top up a little more; thankfully guitarists are still cool and humans are still dumb.

Back in the car, Carrie looks like she's in the grip of a fever. Her bite sends a feeling like ice water through my veins and for a moment I almost will her to lose control; to let the cold fire rage up and destroy me. It's a momentary urge and I'm glad she keeps her head.

If she ever kills me, I want to be crushed in battle; not surrender myself to a nihilistic impulse in the back seat of a battered Yugo.

Earlier, we spoke in soft voices of hidden pasts; of blue blood and false faces. I don't know if she told me the truth or just another level of her lie, but she told me something and that's more than nothing. It was cold on the lawn and it wasn't the same with only one Chance who carries the name. Like she says; even the best parties end.

Back at Court, she still looks fragile, so I slip a hand under her arm and let her shrug me off, trying not to smile at the flash of anger that slams aside the fragility and banishes it to the back of her diamond-edged smile.

It doesn't surprise me when she leaves without saying goodbye.

It doesn't surprise me when I hear that Poppy has gone missing.

It's only when Poppy turns up, scorched to shit but still mobile, that the evening manages to surprise me again.