Blood Orgy Of The Psychedelic Witch

Chapter 1

Rose guided the brush down an expanse of her long, black hair as she stared back at herself through the small bathroom mirror. It wasn't particularly thick, but had a habit of becoming rather unruly compared to other girls with thin hair. Staring deep into her green eyes, she thought, You better not expose me when anyone tries to look in. She would rather gouge them out than reveal her soul, or whatever the expression was. That ruined the game.

Not the game of life, but the many she conjured up for her own amusement. Rose's games . . . where no one else can win and the rules always changed. Games no one knew they were playing until it was too late and she came out victorious. To her, what fun was life if those around you weren't playmates.

Who cares what they thought. Rose was out for herself.

Life was about living fast and sinning hard.

She shook her head as if to erase any of these thoughts and went back to assessing her face. It was a compulsion whenever she passed a mirror, even if it was a fleeting glance.

But she had to hurry before Steven found a convenient time to barge in. That man was a darling—one of the very few people she actually liked—but the guy could get on her nerves from time to time.

"Where you going this time?"

Rose was shaken from her thoughts by Harper's voice and she glanced at the girl through the mirror as she leaned against the doorframe of the petite bathroom they shared. Now she had a head of chestnut hair Rose would've loved to have. But Harper was better for something else: she was the perfect player in Rose's games.

As she leaned in the doorway, she was admiring Rose through her reflection with lustful eyes that wanted what they saw, but could never have. Rose knew this well, and exploited it for her own amusement.

"Don't know," she replied. "Me and Steven are just gonna hit the town. How 'bout you?"

"I think Emilia's swinging by."

"Well make sure she keeps her greedy mits away from my side of the room...if you know what I mean," she muttered. "She wants something she can buy from Steve. I'm not supplying for any mooches."

Harper rolled her eyes. Would she ever get over that one time? She played the event over in her head. Emilia wasn't one to dabble in illicit substances, but she could be childlike, and like any child, prone to strange urges. This time it was to do something sinful. Already aware that Rose had a problem for the dust of ground Tazmanian beetles—a potent stimulant. Her boyfriend Steven was a dealer and didn't help the situation.

One night when Emilia was over with Harper, she convinced her to find Rose's stash and let her try some. It took some persuasion but finally Harper managed to produce a small bag of the stuff and, needless to say, things didn't end well.

The night ended with Harper trying to calm down the hysterical girl in the bathroom when Rose came in to find the remnants on her desk. She was hissing snide remarks for the rest of the week concerning the situation. She's held a small grudge against Emilia ever since. Hell, she wasn't a fan of her to begin with. The girl was nothing more than a stupid child to her.

"That was just one time," Harper protested. Living with Rose wasn't bad. She was pretty easy-going, but at the same time a conniving bitch that could get under Harper's skin. She asked herself many times why Rose felt the need to eat others alive for her own enjoyment. She knew she was one of the lucky ones. Their meeting up and becoming roommates was all a matter of convenience. Both weren't making much and couldn't live on their own, even in the dive of a city they lived in. They needed each other for a roof over their heads.