A Tender Hand from a Violent Crest

Whispering is for the Dead

Cassandra groaned, dragging another corpse towards her freezer. Mother was gone, Daniela was off flirting with the maids AGAIN, and Bela was nowhere to be found. It left Cassandra bored to tears. She hooked the corpse onto a hock and began to grab her beloved carving knives. At least she could enjoy this still.

One last survivor was lying on a slab. A fugitive supposedly from the US, she had managed to snatch out of customs. A brown haired white man in, a now in shreds, fine black and white suit. The garb of an agent, or so the ID in his wallet claimed. Yet he had been on the run.

Cassandra grinned, slowly approaching the man on the slab. He mumbled incoherently. She suspected he was intoxicated somehow. Maybe he had a cyanide capsule that'd gone bad? No, no. Cyanide, even spoiled cyanide, wouldn't make a man bable like this. She briefly considered an actual autopsy after she killed him, but what made him loopy didn't exactly concern her. She made sure his shackles were good and secure as she circled him, humming along to a song she had heard recently on the public radio. It had an energetic vibe to it that would definitely have fit Daniela's tastes, but Cassandra would admit that it made a fantastic murder song.

She lightly tapped out the chorus notes onto the stone slab as she circled him, mumbling a word or two. "Hooked on a feeeling..." she muttered as she looked over the man's meat. He was a heavier man, likely rich in blood. Plenty of fatty tissue for the hounds too, and she didn't smell alcohol so his kidney and liver were likely healthy and rich. Perfect treats for her pets!

"They know... they know.... they wanna stop it... its tonight... ITS TONIGHT!!" The man suddenly Shouted much to Cassandra's shock. She jumped back, slashing at his face in response.

"Hush it manthing! You just lay there and let me work. You can scream, but no yelling ya got it?" She wagged her knife at him, as the man continued to pant and mutter. He kept on repeating something about the full moon. Cassandra just shrugged, smirking as she suddenly stabbed the knife into his wrist, making the man scream. Well, at least the crazy ones made great screech toys. Whispers were for the dead, as her mother had always told her.

Alcina groaned slightly as she stood up from the hotel bed. 5 stars or not, it did not compare to the mountain of pillows and comfort she had back home among her daughters. She stood up, opening the curtains to bathe in the cool moonlight, overlooking the beautifully illuminated city of Paris. A smile formed along her lips as a light groan came back from her bed.

Turning her head over her shoulder to gaze at the tangled mess of sheets to see the red-haired beauty that slowly rose from her sheets. The woman was a picture of beauty, with an hourglass waist and perfect curves top to bottom. Her heavy red curls often obscured her face, but Alcina could see the brilliant mind that this woman hid behind a facade constructed out of her beauty and male expectations. Her tanned skin seemed to turn a light pale color in the moonlight as she began to slide from bed, only the half hooked semblance of underwear on her her hips, leaving her now well bitten body for Alcina to enjoy.

"Why did you leave bed, my love?" The woman asked, her voice a slow and breathy tone that made her always seem to have a teasing or flirtatious tone.

"I am simply enjoying the night light, my precious," the lady mother answered, turning as circling an arm around the waist of the approaching woman. "Don't tell me you are still so tired, are you?"

"Mmm..." The woman leaned into the touch of her lover, head rested upon her belly, for Alcina was far too tall to simply lean into her bust. "You drain me so much sometimes. It can make it quite hard to do my job when you visit," she playfully countered, poking at Alcina's side lightly.

Alcina grinned, flashing those fangs briefly, which filled the smaller woman with an ache in every bite mark. "Can you blame me?" She retorted, caressing the cheek of her fiery haired partner.

"I certainly cannnn, at least when we were supposed to be here on real business," she responded with a poke to her breast, just above Alcina's heart. She was right, though she was clearly just playing around. They were supposed to be in Paris to negotiate a few deals, maybe even offer a chance at a more open life for Alcina and her daughters, but whenever Sara was around, Alcina found she simply could not contain herself. She was the assistant ambassador to the United States, but ever since their first meeting, it was clear that she was the brains of their operation.

"Oh hush with work, we get so little time near one another," Alcina countered, caressing the sides of her dear lover. She ached often to be away from her, so rare as it was for her to find someone equal to her own in mind.

"Which is why today's meeting is so important, Alcina. If everything goes right... you may be allowed to travel freely internationally now," she ended with an almost deafening silence. Alcina's hold on her seemed to tighten, joy bristling through her for a terrible few moments of bliss.

"What...?" She answered shakily. She had assumed they were years from that.

"If today's meeting goes well, I may even be assigned as the... personal Ambassador to your chosen country." She said with a certain amount mpunt of romantic tension, her finger lightly tracing a heart on Alcina's sternum.

"You'll get to meet my -" she was cut off by the finger of her beloved.

"OUR girls now," she responded with a loving smile. "Maybe even someday, giving them a fourth sibling of their own?" she playfully purred the word. Alcina was over the moon. This kind of news sent shockwaves through her system. This was happening far faster than she could have ever hoped for. Nothing could make this night any less than fantastic.

She lifted up Sara in a twirl, laughing in joy as she danced lightly in the moonlight. Their lips met fairly soon after, just as a knock came to their door.