Interludes and Ecstasy

Alice, having finally recovered her mind, actually loves being a vampire. Rather than resenting Nashira for formerly viewing her as prey, she sympathizes with the ancient vampire for the delimma she faced in turning Alice, and thus, risking Alice's sanity. Together, Alice and Nashira enjoy a night out, hunting women in a lesbian bar, and making love in-between each kill. --That night, Alice had already seduced and murdered three women, all of them handsome butch lesbians in boyish cropped jeans and undercut hair. Their hair was always dark, their eyes always gray. Indeed, they looked like younger versions of Nashira, a fact which the ancient vampire noted with much amusement when Alice met her on the edge of the dance floor. --Nashira only chuckled softly and held Alice from behind, enfolding the shorter woman in her arms. That night she was wearing a black suit with a white button-down shirt, but instead of an ascot, her collar was loose and unbuttoned, showing just a hint of marble-white cleavage. Her black hair, meanwhile, was flowing loose, silky-straight, and long behind her shoulders. Alice thought she looked as unbelievably beautiful as ever, like the chiseled statue of some ancient goddess, with her high cheekbones and slanted, intense eyes. --And afterwards, when they lay breathless and spent, Nashira would carry Alice to her coffin, and they would cuddle inside it the day through, as birds sang and sunlight played across the flowers in the garden, and they would sleep and often enter each other's dreams.