It Still Burns (Lilith, Part III)

Previous parts from Lilith:
I - Woke up hungry
II - The starter

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Some Gundry will match Lilith's story perfectly

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Her green dress was sweeping away the dust from the road. You could see her shoe tips with every step forward, like a swimmer moving up and down in the sea waters. Her shoes were swimming in a dry sea of dust and soil, only it wouldn't be dry for long. Soon, soon the bloody rain would wash everything away and everyone, everyone would feel her two pointy fangs on their flesh. 

Sharp and shiny, like the well-whetted blades of a hunter ready to find themselves in the warmth of an animal's body. A warmth for her long lost, forgotten and deprived. Her eyes were only looking forward, her head would not turn to spare a glimpse on the flowers along her way, the bushes with the leaves that shone silver under the moonlight, or the lover names carved on the bark of the trees.

Lilith had only one mission and nothing could distract her. She stopped suddenly in front of the next house she found.

"Ebony?"

"Meoow."

"Go on without me, darling, I'll be joining you in a while."

"Meoow."

Lilith went up the three front steps. A weird feeling in her stomach held her up. She raised her right hand and the door opened. In the dark house her eyes wandered around and then she headed straight upstairs to the bedroom. 

She was right behind the closed door. As she breathed in, she slightly moved her head and it creaked open. There was a wedding dress on the floor and a black jacket right next to it. Her eyes followed the trousers and white shirt that were scattered around the bed. Then she looked at the white sheet as it was pouring down on the black floor, like a waterfall of pure white innocence that was about to be lost. She followed it all the way up to the bed, watched it as it was entangled around that young woman's white shank. The white sheet kept going up around her waist, her back was half covered and Lilith could make out her well formed shoulders resting on a young man's chest. 

Her curls were moving up and down rhythmically, following his breath. His hand was gently placed around her neck.

Lilith got flustered for a moment, she froze. Her freckle felt like it was burning and her hand moved unconsciously towards it. She remembered.

But she was there for a reason.

She came closer to the bed. Sniffed the woman's hair that smelled like cinnamon.

"Hmmmm, cute."

She pulled those curls aside, licked her fangs and allowed them to pierce her soft skin, the woman was slightly shaking, she couldn't scream or resist. Meanwhile, the man was already awake but unable to move. As Lilith was enjoying her meal, she spoke to him:

"Aah! She tastes so sweet and warm, and tender. I bet you said the same when you laid with her here tonight. I wonder how you are going to taste... Strong, a bit bitter maybe. I'll know in a while, don't worry. Yes, you can hear me because I'm in your mind. And no, this is not a bad dream, at least not until your eyes are shut for ever."

When the woman's body stopped moving, Lilith pushed it to the side and headed to him. 

Her finger drew circles around his belly button and then slowly slid upwards to his chest. It stopped for moment, slid back down again and softly went past his pelvic bones. All this time Lilith's eyes were emotionless, cold as if she was incapable of showing any feeling, perhaps even feeling any feeling.

"Dead men have no heart... and the same applies to some of the living. Don't worry, I promise it won't hurt."

She said as she caressed his cheek and pushed his head to the side leaving his strong neck with his veins swollen and pumping exposed. 

"Like I said, you're bitter."

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*Original story by @ruth-girl - Steemit, 2018

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