I think I need to get a new dress. But what kind of dress? Maybe a red one. Red is a good color. Right? Whadaya think? Or maybe black? Which one? Or maybe both in one... Whatcha think of the moon tonight? Really red, huh?Sarafine stared at her quizzically for a few moments before she spoke gently. 'Angel, did you have too much blood to drink?' The vampire looked back at her with her big red eyes. So her answer was yes. As she smiled, Sarafine noticed a few drops of blood drip from her teeth. She sighed and took Angeleke by the arm. It would take a bit before the blood drained out of her and the blood-spell would be over. Some time for her to go hunting.
Afternoon experience: autographing exposed legs, outstretched in lines like matchsticks. Afternoon epiphany: Those with smooth, hairless legs would soon lose all evidence of my contact when the sweat causes the ink from the marker to run. I am ephemeral. Skepticism would be the reaction to those with thick leg hair, as their curls frazzle the lines of my name outward illegibly. Among the scaly-legged, I flaked off immediately, like I never was at all.