Interlude #2 – Lamae​

Daintily walking around in the night Lamae pushed one of her pale hands up into the sky. A large smile crossed over her face as she pulled her open hand shut cutting off her view of the moon that seemed to just barely come between her thin fingers.

Barefoot she continued to walk tracking his smell.

The aroma just barely reached her nose as she took in another deep breath hoping to catch another glimpse of it. The mix of ice and blood, of her and him, of her revenge that was not quite done yet. Slowly she thought back to the boy.

Her eyes seemed to shimmer for a second as she thought back to her first taste.

It came across her tongue like frigid ice filled with power, yet it was all unused. The masterful flavor was a breath of fresh air, and she loved it. Unlike the rest of the plebeians around on who she fed, it was completely lavish.

A manic grin stretched across her face as she started muttering, "Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine! Mine! All Mine!" before starting her walk once again.

She couldn't stand it, the thought of anyone, anyone at all touching her precious little delicacy. The woman's fingernails seemed to grow into long gleaming claws as she gripped onto a nearby handrail. No one else would have him, ever.

Metal groaned as she suddenly let go leaving behind an indented pipe of steel perfectly showing the size of her hands. Straightening her red satin dress, the Blood-matron continued on with her walk slowly pushing down her emotions retracting the claws from her fingers.

The red glow perverting her eyes seemed to fade as they turned back to baby blue with her grin following soon after. Underneath the bridge water and thunder started to take over as the woman let out an ominous humming as she walked.

Hopefully, she'd only have to cross the bridge to see him again. A little bit of the mania from before came back as she lovingly whispered, "Soon..."

If anyone were to be listening that night they would hear that humming go all the way from New York to Long Island