bound_nephthys (bound_nephthys) wrote in bound_rp, @ 2014-05-27 21:58:00 |
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Hot. Fresh. Life in it's most exquisite form flowed into the mouth of the young, dark-skinned woman that lay curled around the man sprawled out on the large richly made bed. A private room on the second floor of the saloon held the two in an embrace that would sustain the life of one while taking the life of another. It didn't happen often, but Clara Elizabeth was hungrier than she'd thought. And it wasn't as if the piece of meat underneath her wasn't begging for it. She'd seen him the night before, abusing one of the other saloon girls that worked here. If there was one thing that Clara hated, it was a man who beat on a woman. Those deserved the same kind of hell as those that hurt a child in her opinion. Fangs were detached from the femoral artery of the filthy swine once she'd made sure she fed enough. She wanted him lethargic. Weak. Unable to fight back against the nightmare that was walking, talking, letting him know exactly why he was experiencing this atrocity. She wanted to see that fear in his eyes as he realized there was no fighting back this time. He wasn't completely stupid. He knew what was coming. Grinning, the Queen that would be known as Eleanor Nichols much later in life tilted her head slowly to the side, as if imitating a confused puppy, then leaned down close to the man's face. "You really shouldn't hit girls, dear. You never know which ones hit back. And now... now you never will." It was so easy to reach out and cradle the man's neck in her hand. Even easier to snap it with one twist of her dainty wrist. And then, Clara was standing gracefully, slowly, and covering her corset and underwear with her dress once more. She looked pristine, as if she hadn't just drained a man almost dry. As if she hadn't just snuffed out one more life from the world. It didn't matter that the life was a wasted one. She did what she did because sometimes... sometimes people needed to be punished. Sometimes people didn't deserve the life they'd been handed. And her retribution was swift in comparison to what he deserved. On top of that, she'd made sure she was no longer hungry. The man tasted like booze and bitterness, but she didn't care. It filled her stomach and kept her going. She was not one to be picky about where she got her next meal when the need arose and there were plenty deserving wretches at her hands. It made it so much easier. And afterwards, she could always find her partner and enjoy him in infinitely more ways. Just that thought alone made her smile. And on that thought, she made her way down the stairs of the saloon to the first floor. There were still several people present but she could always find her man. Her French soldier. Her heart. Upon tracking him, the woman slid easily into his lap and smiled, twirling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. "You know, love, we really shouldn't have left Tombstone as early as we did. Did you see? The Earps and Holliday made a right mess after we left." The Earps and Doc Holliday had been a fun bunch to hang around with in Clara's opinion. But Doc especially. She wanted to turn him, but she'd refrained. When she'd seen the newspaper article, she hadn't helped but smile. Maybe they'd make a trip back just to add a very special bunch to their nest. "What have you been doing down here without me?" It helped that he'd known what she was doing. And it definitely was a plus that he knew there really was no one else for her but him. Oh yes. That made their relationship so much easier. And so much nicer. And infinitely more fun. |