Entry 4
A Visit from a Slightly Sinister Gentleman CHALLENGE!Inspired by Rose's Vampire Entry
The hair she is brushing now is like a wisp of cloud... the softest... the softest she has ever, in her life, been allowed to touch, to caress. So soft... she wishes to embrace it with her hands, her arms, her whole being. To have such softness wrap around her body with nothing in between...
"Your hair is very lovely, sir. So very lovely. It reflects well in any light... like the moon!" She glides the comb through... from the top of his proud head to the tip of his silvery hair. Slow... like lovers taking a leisure stroll. Slow... like swans swimming in a lake. Slow... to savor every delicious second like a favorite dessert. "Your hair is so long, sir... with barely any tangles! How can such perfection exist in this world?"
"That is enough, Hani. You have spoken quite enough for one day. If only you had the ability to carry out important duties well... as well as you carry on meaningless conversations." Of course, he knows. Of course, he knows his hair nears perfection. It had been made so by the mistress, herself. His entire body had been molded in the image of a god. A masterpiece... a masterpiece so grand, it had drained her wits, reduced her to the small, forgetful thing that she is now.
It is his duty to guard her and keep her... every second of his existence... for she is his mother, his father, his one true mistress. He believes this, truly... with his entire being. To serve her... serve her well until the very hour of her demise.
"You will cease talk now, Hani. Do you understand? I must have full concentration." He must. Especially today... in this very moment. A gentleman of unknown origin had come calling earlier this afternoon. Mister Kim, he claimed to be. Mister Kim Jaejoong.
"Miss Xinling, if you would allow me to remain by your side. I can be of use. Change the waters. Crush the paints. Clean your brushes. If you would allow—"
"Junsu. Do you intend to disregard my command? I have dismissed you. I have no need for your assistance nor do I have need for your company."
"But, Miss Xinling... to leave you alone with a gentleman... especially—"
"When you are needed, I will call for you."
And so, he must wait. A gasp for air. A quiver in the heart. A call. Her call.
His long, sharp nails extend, piercing into the white, tender flesh. Blood is spewing from her neck where his teeth had ripped through. His angry eyes look up pass the bloody mess to the small woman sitting behind a wooden easel. She seems unnaturally disconcerted by his violent behavior. "How long must I drink this cold blood?! How long must I embrace this cold corpse?!"
The small woman does not seem to care much for his questions as she continues to mix the paint.
"Let me partake in your warmth... just for a while as payment. It will only hurt a little. I promise."
Her hand stops in mid-stir. "Oh." Her eyes lift from her precious paints to watch him stand. "Ah, I see. While painting your likeness, I had completely forgotten it."
"Forgotten what?"
"That you are not just a model acting out a scene. You are indeed, truly, a dirty, blood- vermin."
"Why... you little wrench. You dare insult me to my face?!"
"Jaejoong..." She holds up her brush... as if to measure the size of his head. "I would not take another step if I were you. One miss beat of my heart and you will be dead. More dead then you have ever been in this life and the next."
A gasp for air. A quiver in the heart. A call. Her call. And, by Junsu's hand, he will be dead. Quite dead.
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