Heat, no, it's hot. The air is boiling, smoking, flaming, melting, flowing over bare shoulders, burning them with boiling water. The hand involuntarily contracts, clinging sharp claws with fresh manicure, into the thin skin, from which the bright varnish turns purple, and the fingers are burned with hot liquid. Each time it is more difficult to endure. The girl growls nervously, exposing a grin.
-Everything is fine? - The best friend looks anxiously from somewhere on the left, chirping with her thin voice, which also melts in the air and falls off in droplets somewhere a couple of millimeters from ears burdened with shiny gold rings. Claudine whispers something inaudibly, but comes out a hiss.
Now it was absolutely not up to someone's attempts (she would say something aloud - I'd have to regret longer than a criminal who had been sentenced to life in one of the cheap prisons on the outskirts of the city, which you can only say "should be, but only be" ) to reach you. The only thing that attracted the attention of the girl - it's clearly stand out figure sitting at the table opposite and sipping hot coffee (probably Americano). The gaze of the golden eyes now and again touched the light lips, which slowly sipped a brown liquid.
Surprisingly, this caused in Claudine some anger, which she could not help. Wild desires awoke in her at the sight of this spectacle, that they managed to drown out the pain. The feeling of a strong hunger was awakening, from which she wanted to attack a defenseless victim and devour her with giblets, and before - to listen to desperate yells.
As soon as the green, deep, like a jungle, the eyes tore their eyes from the screen of the mobile phone gleaming in the right hand and crossed with the hungry gaze of gold eyes, in the air one could almost hear this furious roar and quiet whine when Claudine's head jerked to the left. The girl did not understand what she was saying, she was clearly panicking.
Listening to her own words, she managed to disassemble only "Good today's weather". After a couple of seconds, when she still decided to shut up, Claudine swore that she would forget what had happened as a terrible dream and would never remember again.
"Claudine, your hand!" - Draculaura snatched the hand of her friend, but she did not cope with herself and collapsed into a swoon, with a loud knock banging against the tile, while tearing her arm. This day promises to be remembered by something incredible.
"Hey, what's wrong with her?" - As soon as a gentle velvety voice reached the girl's ears, she immediately fell into a trance, feeling only some kind of vibration. The words looked more like a meowing than a human voice. She seemed to fall into the abyss, saying goodbye to reality and hearing only a distant echo from somewhere above.
-Эй, I'm asking you. Your button is on / off. has jammed? - long fingers, looking out of a bright red glove, pulled the girl out of the muffling whirlpool and taught breathe again
She would like to say that in reality it was not so good and not usually ends disappearing into oblivion, but it just so happened that a swoon best friend is not particularly influenced her nervous system, because the case is by no means the first time, but about the options "It's like paradise" she would not have refused. How unexpectedly an atheist decided to believe in the existence of the other world, for in our birth angels are impossible. "Red-haired angel, reminiscent of an incredibly beautiful cat." As it is easy, it turns out, the dogs become fans of cat.
-And what? .. - Claudine asked while considering waterfalls of red hair. These red hair really could charm anyone.
-With a pale girl, what? Oh, yes, here you have a sect "disappearing from this world," as I see ... And not only ...What happened to her hand? - a couple of blinks involuntarily forced to wash away the remnants of glamor and completely surrender to the passionate affection of life, which is clearly decided today torn someone's dreamy little soul blind hopes and tales.
-She's ... She fainted crashed ... - mumbled once proud, fierce and strong werewolf-girl that now resembled a cornered puppy, who resides on the borderline between "what is happening" and "If only it ended quickly and painlessly" .
-Wow, unexpectedly, it's not taken for granted, it's an interesting fact, for the confirmation of which it is necessary to be a candidate of sciences for the "Prize for Breakthrough in Medicine". Can I have your autograph? - after this phrase the girl chuckled and tried to raise Ulah. - I think that us need help of someone who definitely knows where she lives, if you, of course, do not prefer to call an Ambulance.
"No, the ambulance can not help her. Or have you forgotten who she is? So we'll take her home." Claudine lifted her friend easily, but seeing the attempts of "a beautiful creature from sleep" to help, she loosened her grip and allowed her to pick up a girl with a heart tattoo under her left eye on the other hand.
"Thank you for helping me." Claudine spoke slowly and calmly, but in her soul she was shaking so that if there was an exorcist nearby, would try to drive out of her the devil. She wanted so much to yell at what she saw before her. Before her sat the most beautiful girl in her memory, smiling defiantly and occasionally throwing a lazy glance at the vessel, outwardly resembling a girl with a swarthy, delicate skin and long chocolate curls that glistened brightly in the sun.
"You could have done it yourself, I could see how lightly you raised it from the very beginning." The girl shuddered. It is not destined to be proud and wayward wolf-girl. Morality and moderation in such a situation are out of place.
-In any case, now you are also helping me, so I sincerely thank you - it could be clarified that the girl herself would not have decided on such a step as sterilization of the wound (but it is still silent about the presence of three persons in her house, each of which would insist on a few seconds of torture). Be that as it may, the sensitivity of Claudine ran quickly from the "weak-willed wooden puppet" to "a creature that senses the collision of atoms by the skin," so to call this mild affair torture could be with obvious stretch.
-Yes, there's nothing to thank. I could be said to have imposed myself, initially coming to your table, grabbing your girlfriend, and now this list also includes an imposed penetration into the house, and even into your private room. "She laughed uncomfortably, wrapping the wounded skin with a snow-white bandage. - and justifies it all just because I wanted to help and disinfect the wound with means that are not even my property.
"If for you to come to my house, just enough for someone to get hurt, then I'm ready to cut myself to pieces, so that only I could get your attention - a whisper involuntarily poured through teeth with uncontrolled sand, which gnashed gently, scratching the walls and imperceptibly drowning in itself an awkward look of green eyes.
"If, in order to hear such words from the lips of a sexual beauty, just enough spill coffee, easy help with the delivery of an almost weightless girlfriend to the house and bandaging the hand, then I agree to do it every day - her lips parted in another grin.
The hand, covered in a red glove, pushed a wide enough chest hidden under a black T-shirt with white stripes that could be seen on the black cloth with incisions from claws and threw it onto a soft bed, the springs of which waited in expectation. On each side of the leather belt, which holds the dark jeans of the overturned girl, knees, contrasting with the black jeans cloth, fell with gaping holes. Long fingers dug into the tissue near the flaming face.
Claudine growled uncontrollably. Only a white bandage touched the red hair, which was burning with a burning flame, the dry lips stung into hot, inviting and slightly damp, which still felt the taste of bitter coffee, and left behind in the already forgotten cafes, and forgotten next to him paid by check. Reality again began to burn, melt, flow with boiling water, burning the skin. But at that moment everything was different, it was not just a desire, it was an awareness of power, control, the likelihood of satisfying desires. Hot liquid flowed over dry lips, filling the withered cavities, penetrating deep into the hearth, starting to burn the throat, followed by the chest, hands, belly, lowering down to the very tips of the fingers, as if a hot sea foam.
