Mi corazón cenicero

Domingo en Fuego

Primrose stood by the open window in the bedroom. Deep olive skin stood out marvelously against the pale lights coming from outside. She was hardly all that conscious to the noises of the ever so New Orleans that buzzed outside, either. She stood there, a mere marvel. Between two fingers was a clove cigarette. She brought it up to her lips once more and inhaled, shortly followed by the exhale of a silvery cloud of smoke. "Oh, darling, won't you come back to bed?"That voice chimed out from the other side of the bedroom. His voice was smooth as silk and as sweet as honey. The faintest of smirks trailed across her lips. Her deep hazel gaze drifted back towards the bed. His long, slender body outlines perfectly in the dark room by the dim light coming in from the windows. It was Silas, her witch boy, who'd addressed her that time. Beside her was her gorgeous undead lover, Whyspher, tourniquet tied around his arm and a needle slowly sliding into his wrist.

Silas dropped the blankets from around his waist, trailing to her from where he had been on the bed. He stopped once he was behind her. His slender hands trailed up her naked figure. Finger nails grated along up her hips. Hands dragged her in closer to him. His lips soon found themselves buried in her neck, and his fingers twined in her hair, too. A soft shudder fell from Primrose's lips. By the goddess, these boys sure did know how to please. There was not a moment on nights like these that she could manage to stay away from the bed for too terribly long. One or both of them usually ended up coaxing her back to them. 

"Silas..."A soft , pleading murmur fell from her lips. "Come back to bed."He whispered in her ear. He nipped daringly at her ear lobe as he spoke. The feeling of his breath against her. The feeling of his bite. It was entirely overwhelming. The cigarette that was once pinched between her fingers fell to the floor, without as much as a single notice from either of them. She turned to face her lover now , her fingers knotting their way into his hair as the pair locked lips. He hoisted her up around his waist with both hands, and carried her back towards the bed. Gods, his touch was intoxicating. His voice, even more so.  "We're not showing you any mercy tonight, love." 

The moment she was set back on the bed, two pairs of hands crept over her body, and she was engulfed by them. Silas had since crept to one side of her, and Whyspher on the other. "Quiet now."the vampire teased , all the while he planted kisses along down her body. He smirked up at her as he linked her legs around his shoulders. Silas, on the other hand, continued to nip and suck along her neck. His hands raked roughly along her breasts. A strangled cry escaped her as the warm breath of her lover hit her core. Silas chuckled darkly, leaning up to find her earlobe once again. "I told you we weren't going to take it easy on you, now didn't i?"He breathed out. Primrose closed her eyes and let herself give in to them.  Oh, how easily she could drown in their many nights of macabre pleasures. 

Soon the dark hours of night would fade into morning. And into flame, too. 

That morning, Primrose stood barefoot out on the pavement outside of their apartment complex, silk robe wrapped tightly around her body. Silas and Whyspher were on either side of her. The witch wore a lose pair of pajama pants and socks. And well , Whyspher, Whyspher wasn't wearing a damned thing aside from a thong. Lovely. On the 8th floor, they watched as deep black smoke filtered out from their bedroom window, and water from the hoses of the many fire trucks around them practically drenched the place. 

"Well, fuck."A soft sigh fell from her lips. 

"At least it didn't set the entire complex on fire."Silas noted, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"I really liked those curtains, too."Whyspher murmured. A soft tsk followed his words. 

"Fuck the curtains."Primrose huffed , shooting a look up at her lover. "Think about all the heroin we had in there."She lowered her voice as she spoke that time. Her dark eyes moved back up towards their bedroom of which they were still putting out. "I suppose we're going to have to go visit Mattias tonight if our stash is ruined, now won't we?"Silas noted, once again on the bright side of things. The younger vampire couldn't help but to smirk just a tad at that.  "Come along, boys."The vampiress mused, trailing along ahead of them towards the pay phone on the corner of their street. If it weren't for the fact that she usually kept a few dollar bills in the pockets of her robes , it was entirely likely that they'd be completely and utterly fucked right now. 

Slender fingers pushed the quarters into the slot, and she soon set to pressing in a phone number. 

She had always liked to visit de Esced. It was a local gothic vampiyre night club owned by one of their good friends. A celebrity among the undead , at that. Mattias Kaiser. A rockstar of their species as a whole, truly. And a damn good drug dealer. Their history with him had been a long one. One of which that had started in the early 70's, for her.  He was the one that had turned her in the first place. She had only been 17 years old at the time , the only child to two hippie , teen parents from New Orleans. Funny how she found herself all the way back there, after all this time. Funny how even centuries later, she was still wrapped around his finger like never before. She stood by the pay phone now, hand rested on her hip whilst she waited patiently on the answer of her creator. A dashing smirk graced her features. If there was anybody that would get her out of rough shit , it was him. 

Ring. Ring. Ring. 

And finally, click. A smooth Hungarian voice sounded from the other side of the phone. 

"Mattias Kaiser, what may i do for you?"