22:00
Claudine is happy now. If she were asked the question, "What do you lack for happiness?", she would scowl at the person who asked about it, and then tell him about who he is and where he should go. Because she is happy and everyone knows about it.
If they know - why do they ask? All that is needed is always written on her face. Now she does not need a guy, despite the fact that everyone is constantly trying to introduce her to different guys. Not to mention that now she has so much to do, that there is absolutely no time and no desire to be someone's own she-wolf. But there is something else. What she always hid from other people's eyes.
07:00
The rays of the morning sun are slowly sneaking up to the crumpled pillow, on which are wavy curvy brown hair. Their hostess woke up. These rays will not make her stop and curse all that exists for waking her up. She woke up earlier than usual. For some reason, I did not want to sleep. Anyway, she must to stop by Draculaur and pick up the fabrics for the new collection.
Claudine headed for the shower, hoping that he would help her wash off all the bad thoughts. Werewolf's claws found a thin crust of dried blood. And one more. And one more. This time her mistress overdid it. The wounds will heal for a long time, if every Sunday, a pair of tenacious claws scratch the skin, again and again tearing it to bloody memories on a white blanket of a cheap club.
10:00
-You know, yesterday Claude and his friends and I went out to a party with his friend and there I met his ... hmm ... Another friend. You know, I liked him so much. Can I introduce you? - Draculaura did not stop, constantly trying to improve her friend's personal life. Sometimes her attempts even amused, and sometimes she just wanted to tear off her head. They are no longer children. Especially soon she will have a child, and maybe not one. Claudine could not wait for this joyful event. Perhaps caring for children will fill all the free time of Draculaura, then she will not have time to offer Claudine Wolff different guys.
-No thanks. I'll sort it out with my personal life, "the she-wolf smiled.
22:00
Grin with two sharp fangs flashed in the half-darkness of the old room. Claudine never has feelings in himself, never allows himself such excess as restraint. She loves and at the same time hates. Her fangs cut into the skin of the cat, the nose eagerly inhales the cat's smell from short red hair.
I want to tear her up for the feelings that she-wolf feels for her. There is nothing worse than this. Because each element of their senses poisons the air, clogs the hearing, makes them run to confession to a snow-white friend. Because no one will ever perceive them as they would like them to be perceived.
In response to the cunning smirk of the red-haired she-cat, Wolfe sharply guided her sharp claws over her delicate skin, eating a smell of blood so pleasant to a werewolf. Now she can feel the cat moaning enthusiastically, with her thin fingers leaving a bloody trace on the gently-chocolate skin; again clinging to old wounds, which had not even covered even a thin layer of skin.
But Claudine does not care about the wound, she likes the process.
"Toralai." Claudine called quietly to her beloved, after their bodies were completely covered with such "love tattoos."
-What? - Without any claims, Torah answered, straightening her hair.
"Tell me, why do I love you?"
-I do not know. I've never been this interested. I love you too, but I do not know ...
Why do I love you? - the look of the deep eyes of the color of the moon peacefully drowned in the cat's marsh-green eyes. "I do not want a guy on this earth." Why do you attract me? You know that our relationship, the relationship between the two girls, can kill my career. What will others think of us?
"Tell me, are you a good friend?"
-Frankie and Draculaura say yes.
"Are you a good designer?"
-Customers say yes.
-Then why do friends or clients have to go beyond those relations that are predetermined? Why do they think they have the right to climb into your bed and into your personal life?
"I do not know, but ... I think after the confession they will think badly of me."
-Well, everything, I'm sick of it! - Before this quietly licking paw, Thoralay fell through. "Either you'll confess to your friends tomorrow, or we'll never meet again!"
"Well, I'll try, but ..."
-No "but". Otherwise, you will not see me again!
"All right," Claudine whispered softly.
Monday, 12:00
A cafe near the office where Count Dracula's daughter worked.
"Claudine, so what did you want to tell me?" - unlike a friend, Draculaura happily wove what the waiter brought her a couple of minutes ago.
-Ulah, I have ... I have g ... Ulah, I have a girlfriend. Her name is Toralai.
