[i]“You liked what I did to you, just a little while ago, didn’t you.”[/i]

Lisette's face tightened and her eyes narrowed on Mila. She didn't answer, assessing the angle that the other woman was coming from suspiciously. However the flirtatious wink was enough to make her loosen just a bit as Mila advanced forward. [i]“I could do it again, anytime you wanted. And now we have this one,”[/i] Lisette looked down at Charlie whose halfhearted squirms barely even caused the vampire to flex. [i]“To temper our appetites whenever we please. Let’s take her with us, like one of Booker’s pets. Our own little snack and servant. That’s all I was using her for anyway. What can I say? I’m greedy and I want both of you.”[/i] The words haunted Lisette, sending a shiver through her already chilled body. "I know you are." Her voice was thick and her eyes hard as she stared at Mila, lust burning deep inside her irises. "You're a monster Mila, like me, destruction is in your blood." The two women, at this point, were inches apart, and would have been closer had there not been a third body between them. In a moment of thoughtless lust Lisette considered disregarding the girl and taking Mila into her arms. Yet her practical being didn't want to lose leverage, so she kept Charlie snuggled against her breasts and Mila leaned closer. 

She felt the other woman's lips on the corner of her mouth. Tender and sweet and hesitant. Lisette let herself be kissed, still holding her captive in a tight embrace. "I'm glad you've come to your senses." She murmured against Mila's lips, ignoring the struggles of the human that suddenly became more desperate. "We would make quite the fearsome team. Imagine the carnage." Her voice was wistful as she thought of it. "And us, standing on our mound of dead. Powerful. We wouldn't have to hide anymore." Excitement flashed through Lisette's face as her lips churned into a fearful grin. "It would be just like the old days Mila, no more sulky in the shadows, picking up scraps in alleyways."

Lisette pressed her lips forcefully against Mila's, working her tongues between the older woman's lips to gently stroke her canines. "Imagine." she whispered.

Charlie felt sick. 

She stared past Mila, whose body was pressed against hers, with her mouth agape. She could hardly believe the words that had just come out of the woman's mouth. That wasn't Mila, not at all. That was some alien creature so unlike the woman that Char knew. [i]But you don't know her.[/i] Her subconscious reminded her, making the young, naive woman wince against the two stoney bodies keeping her captive. No, Charlie didn't know Mila. They were strangers... worse even Mila was a predator and Charlie her prey. 

She could feel Mila’s hair brushing against her cheeks, the air came fast from her lungs as she felt Lisette’s body squish her closer into Mila as the two beautiful, exotic creatures connected. Her physical being felt this as tears started to roll from her lifeless blue eyes, down her Porcelain cheeks to drip onto Mila's shoulder. Once again Charlie bore the pain that came with trusting too much and falling too hard. It was like her chest had cracked open and her shredded heart was exposed for the world to see. And the feeling. The sinking, formidable feeling of loss and abandonment crept into her and embedded itself deep within her gut, speeding through her body like a virus and paralyzing her in that upright position. 

"Stop." Her voice cracked. "Please stop. Please." Her breath came in little quips. "Just stop... just...." She broke down. Tears glistening her cheeks and chin, dripping like a waterfall of sadness pooling from her heart. "Kill me! C'mon! Just do it! Hysterical now she let her head lull forward to rest her forehead against Mila. The motion didn't seek comfort, it was more a motion of a person who knew that they had lost everything. "I'm dead anyways, so please just make it quick and painless." She struggled against Lisette's uncomfortable grip, defeatedly trying to remove herself from the steel cage. It was useless, or so she thought, until the vice like grip let loose and Charlie fell forward, through Mila, and onto the ground. A dull thud resounded as she landed on the carpeted floor, first to her hands and knees which quickly gave out so that she was curled in a ball, a puddle of tears already forming beside her. "Please kill me." Her face looked up at Mila, a pang of something in her chest as she begged the woman with her eyes. "If you ever felt anything at all."