❛ be smart and you’ll never have to worry about getting killed. ❜ she hums with a soft chuckle, the affectionate gesture on sally’s end in ridding the countess’ cheek of the tear more appreciated than elizabeth can ever voice. however, the moment is lightened by the former junkie, and she can only be thankful for that when their focus is shifted. ❛ if my queen desires dope and booze, then that’s what my queen shall have. ❜ hands slide down to the other woman’s rear, squeezing briefly as a quick yet hungry kiss is stolen before she’s pulling away to disappear into the bedroom. ❛ what would you like, darling? ❜ she calls from the other room, locating the dope for the both of them to indulge themselves in before re-entering the main living area of the penthouse suite. ❛ anything you want, we’ll get it. ❜
The kiss left her panting for sweet air and wanting more… more of everything Elizabeth had yet to offer — as greedy as such a thought might have been. It wasn’t riches and silken gowns the junkie sought out by letting herself be turned into a creature, but someone to call her own and who wouldn’t hesitate to claim her lonely soul in return. She was it, the Countess at the hotel Cortez… with her elegant swinging of perfect hips as she came back to her carrying hundreds of dollars worth in fine cocaine. Sally’s brown eyes lit up in childish excitement at the familiar sight of toxic powder, stored inside a plastic bag that called out to her as though it was music for her mended heart. Unable to stay put much longer, she practically skipped over to Elizabeth’s side and placed a rushed kiss to her cheek - sneaky hand posing itself atop the woman’s bottom that belonged to her now.
“Call me your queen again and you might regret it… you and your dirty talk can say bye-bye to getting rid of me, baby.” Without as much as a fair warning, Sally proceeded to pluck the baggie out of the platinum vampire’s fingers. “Let me — it’s back to the old days for me.”