She thrived on his blood. Every night she came and took a vile of it…just a vile. It was so pure, so beautifully ruby, and so innocent. When the melted crimson liquid touched her ever-gleaming lips, she was in ecstasy, murmuring words of pleasure by his ears.
Tag: old woman
Our Lady of Times
An old woman walked across the street. Bearing with her the mystery of time… Withered old Dame, splendid behind her furrowed features and dark eyes. Nothing had her beaten down and dying. Nothing could make her go back to the old acosmistic world.