Constance and Moira: A History Lesson

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'After all these years, Moira, I have finally come to appreciate your talent,' Constance quipped, glancing up at the sunken, bloodied face of the maid. 'Is he dead yet?'

'Not quite yet,' Larry panted as he struggled against the suffocating man.

'Well, make sure he's off the property before he expires. I wouldn't care to encounter his carcass ever again.' Moira modestly wiped her mouth with her handkerchief, watching as the burned man struggled to drag the still breathing body out through the back of the basement door. 'You're not going to help?' Moira scoffed at the woman, leant casually against a door-frame, arms folded.

'I'm not touching that thing. If your conscience has different ideas, you go and help him.'

'I did my part,' Moira uttered, shamefully, wiping her mouth again.

'Oh yes, and we all know what a task it must've been for you,' Constance rolled her eyes, lighting up a cigarette.

'I don't enjoy it, you know.'

'Oh, I'm sure,' the blonde sneered, blowing out a cloud of smoke through pursed lips. Moira sighed in frustration before storming over to Constance and knocking the cigarette from between her fingers. She looked back at the maid, startled.

'I'm not a whore, d'ya hear? I'm sick and tired of your constant, tiresome name-calling,' she exclaimed, angry tears pooling in her eyes. Constance remained shocked, eyes wide, until she brought a hand up to her mouth, obscuring her laughter.

'Oh, please,' she giggled, throatily, angering the redhead further. 'You seduce every goddamn man you meet.'

'That isn't true,' Moira screamed back at her.

'You desire that cheap satisfaction you must get from being degraded.'

'Stop it.'

'You can't help it. You seduced me, for Christ's sake!' Constance yelled, betrayal swimming in her wide eyes.

'I loved you,' Moira spat back at her, shaking with rage.

'Sure, hell, call it whatever you want,' Constance waved, dismissively. 'But I bet you still felt the same glow of humiliation and sickening perversion over your skin when it was all over. Because that's all you ever really cared about,' she whispered, nastily. Moira narrowed her eyes, pierced by Constance's cruelness, before swiping an open palm straight across her face. Constance groaned, open mouthed, as she brought her hand to the stinging cheek. Moira let out a single whimper as she stared with fury at the aghast blonde.

'I loved you,' she whispered again, almost silently into the darkness. Constance let out a short, sharp pant, her hand still holding her face, before Moira wiped the tear that fell from her ghostly eye and lunged towards Constance's open mouth, sinking into its heat. Constance wrapped her lips around the familiar taste, around the tongue that gently tickled the walls of her mouth, breathing heavily. Moira's hands cradled around the blonde's neck pulling her in further. Constance moaned quietly and involuntarily before suddenly pulling away, pushing Moira back, breathing deeply.

'Get that cock-sucking mouth away from me,' shesneered, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Moira panted, aghast, tearsstill staining her cheeks, as Constance slid off into the shadows and towardsher escape.