Hearing another person say her name, her name that she had yet to release to the world, filled her with an electric thrill. Her blue eyes glittered with glee as she released his hand, watching the bloody lip print sit like a jewel upon his knuckles. It was a beautiful piece of art, something to remember her by. She could tell that this man would appreciate such things.
His grin was countered by one to match. "The Boogeyman is appropriate," she said softly, touching two fingers to the stripe of blood running down her chin. It was sticky, beginning to congeal, though that didn't bother her. She rubbed her fingers together absently, smears of blood teased into small balls by the motion. "Good," she replied with a vicious smile. "I can't wait to compare notes." Kayla's eyes fluttered open, taking in the dark shadows of her bedroom. She was rolled over on her side, arms clutching a pillow to her chest as she laid tangled up in the sheets around her. As she slowly began to take in the world around her - hadn't she just been in a barn? - she couldn't help noticing the sharp, metallic taste in her mouth. Clearing her throat, she watched a blast of blood droplets spray her pillowcase, drawing her attention to the dark red pool that had accumulated before her lips.
She abruptly hoisted herself up with both arms, sitting in a push-up position as she looked down at the blood on her bed. Touching two fingers to her lips, she felt the familiarly sticky sensation that had come just moments before in her dream.
The laugh was loud and raucous enough to make her cough, but she didn't stumble. She just laughed and laughed, collapsing on her back and feeling mouthfuls of blood bubble and gurgle over her lips as she guffawed, rolling from side to side on her sheets. Things had just gotten infinitely more interesting, and she couldn't be happier.
((OOC: NO FAIL. WE FINISHED THIS. WE ARE AWESOME.))