by MaybeDarkPink
He's going to taste like grass, clean and strong, sharp as a blade rising up from brown soil. Like summertime only better, she'll run her nails and then her fangs down the length of his body, separating green skin from tasty flesh underneath. She wonders what color his blood will be, red or yellow, purple, blue. She wonders if his organs will be pink. Maybe his heart will be the same shade as the foam that rises from the sea...
She claps her hands in anticipation. She's ready to lick the twin cheeks, stick her hand up his backside, and rip. She's going to see things when she eats him, his visions will travel over her tongue and down her throat and settle in her stomach. She's going to see Daddy's face, revel in his reaction, get a glimpse of a future filled with hope and glistening virgins' blood.
Drusilla will feast, then she will dance, and then she will find her missing piece, her baby doll, the little brother Daddy always promised her. She will drink from the green man and everything will fall into place. There will be stars and moons, hearts of demons, and screams of innocents when she finds the answers to her questions.
Published LiveJournal: A Darker Shade of Pink — 13.01.2004
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