Mary

She's beautiful, this lady. She's sweet like sugar packets. Her eyes are a deep red, glinting like jewels. Her lips are plump, having an appearance easily comparable to maraschino cherries.

Alex's hands find her hips, easily resting on them. His mind wanders as he imagines his hands sliding over her body. His hands stay put. Ever so gently she kisses him. It's a little sticky and just as sweet as Alex imagined.

It's soft and drawn out. Eventually she draws back. Smiling at him. Her lips ghost over the crook between his neck and collarbone. Sharp fangs scrape over his skin. She leaves.

Licking his lips Alex finds it tastes like almost any other lip gloss, a metallic tang assisting it. This woman is not human. Alex doesn't mind.

Small beads of blood have appeared over the small scratches left by her fangs. He wipes them away with his finger. The blood staining his finger. He can't find it in himself to mind. His finger smells the same way the metallic tang on her lips tastes.

Alex breathes in deeply, exhaling slowly. He walks up to the beautiful wooden table. A decorative table covering on it. It holds hot water, a variety of teas, sugars, and honey.

Pouring water into a cup with honey Alex picks out a tea. He's never heard of this brand before but the tea's name is cool. "Memory" He opens the packet. Dropping the tea bag into the water. It seeps out red.

Alex sips his drink as he walks, maraschino cherry lips pressed on the porcelain. Garnet eyes taking in the intricate detail in the wall pillars.