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"My eyes are burning" "That is to be expected. It's perfectly normal." Silent. For a second, anyway. "How so?" "It just is. Now hush." Alexander touched her forehead, his cool fingers a relief on the hot skin. "How much did you take, you crazy pixie?" "Mmm?" "Exactly how much of the potion did you take?" "You are talking in riddles, silly boy. I thought you were allowed to look into my heart. You love me, do you not? When did that stop." She did not ask it. She just stated it plain out. Well. That was embarrassing. "I never stopped loving you!" He said in a whisper, trying to pull her close; but she would have none of it. "Leave me alone, Alexander, you impossible boy! Don't you know I took the biggest size, the 'Kings Nest'?" And, since Alexander was much too elegant a creature to openly gap at her, he gasped and clapped a delicate white hand to his mouth. Scoffing, Mirabelle looked at him with disappointment. But why was it disappointment? HE was the one who should be feeling disappointment! She had promised that she would no longer take potions, yet here she was, at it again for the third time in one month. "You know, boys in the 'real world' do not gasp like you. When they are surprised, or upset, or scared, or exited even, they use these words called cussing or swearing. Far more interesting than you, I'm sorry to say." Alexander gasped again, though this time, his mouth hung wide open. "Mirabelle! Is that why you took the potion? To go see...THEM? Of all things!" "Shut up! Please! You can be such a bother..." "Was that one of those cursing things?" Mirabelle tilted her head in lazy thoughtfulness. "I believe it was." Why did she sound pleased? So very pleased. As Alexander walked her to the lake, he wondered what he could do for Mirabelle when she herself didn't even know what she wanted done for her.

"If you didn't look so grim all the time I would share some of the secrets of the world with you," I whispered into his ear, stroking his cheek a little too roughly. Personal space was never an issue for me and people who had their own little bubbly worlds could just go die. "Petrichor. Do you know what that is, Conan?" He shook his head frantically, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. Poor thing, he was trying so desperately not to cry. I leaned in even closer and rested my chin on his head, my arms twining around his skinny ass body tightly, his face now pressed against the front of my neck. "Mmm, baby, you're so warm. Did you know that, Conan? You're so deliciously warm it should be sinful! Petrichor, my dearest boy, is the scent of the rain on a dry earth." I felt the last shift in my gums finally take place. I grinned.  "Alas, sir knight, the only 'water' to rain down on this dry earth will be your blood." He burst into sobs that sounded like a wild animal, clutching to my shirt, struggling to breathe through the tears raking his body. "Please! Please! Maggie, I don' wanna die! Why are you doing this!? Why? Please! Please don't!" I watched him for a long while, his tears being an astounding and pathetic thing to witness, the mass quantity of them soaking my neck and running down my chest to be cradled in between my breasts. Goodbye, Conan. My fangs tore into his jugular so easily it was like biting white bread. His gushing blood was my Fountain of Youth, offering me life, speed and power. Even after I drank every last drop from his veins, making a mess in all my pleasurable gorging, I got down on my hands and knees to lick the spilled blood from the soil. Every last drop, every last blood cell, every atom in that substance would belong to me and me to it. I licked until my tongue was numb; tasting the earth and blood and pure grim of the world reminded me of evilness deep down in all of us. I rested my back on a tree, breathing hard from the feelings and pure ecstasy. I could not remember what it was like to be a human.

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