the red ....

Every weekend, the routine was the same; she left work in a hurry, to get home and take an aromatic bath, then she would sit for hours in front of the mirror beautifying herself. Her final touch, always a red dress, because she liked to attract attention, also highlighted her beautiful light skin, crimson lips and her silky black hair that covered a little the great neckline in her back. She returned from her big night of partying, looking as beautiful as when she left home, only that the fatigue of so much dancing forced her to carry her heels in her hand, while the cold and irregular cement on which she walked massaged her feet at every turn. Passing that path, he traveled it so many times that he could easily reach his destination with his eyes closed if he wanted to, which is why he did not mind letting his eyelids fall to dedicate himself to listening and smelling the night that fascinated him so much. He advanced slowly, seeking to be surprised by some detail that he could ignore when filled with the images that passed through his retina, it was then that he discovered... an agitated snort, accompanied by a particular smell that carried a light wind that barely moved a couple of hairs. She was afraid to open her eyes and lose track of what had caused so many sensations in her body... She continued like this, widening her nostrils, so that the tasty smell of wet metal would guide her to the exact point of origin... one, two, three … dozens of anxious steps, and he stopped at the entrance of an alley, the place was a party of sounds and smells that clouded his reason. Moans, moans, heavy breathing, something that tears or breaks; finally a squeak that forces her to quickly open her eyes, to see them there... on their knees, sinking their fangs and tearing the body of that man to feed, then she dropped her heels, in the crash of these against the ground, they were they realize that they are not alone, they turn around, stare at her for a second and go back to their own thing, she can't resist it, she throws herself on her knees, crawls on the ground... her stomach seems to consume itself, it forces her to writhe and convulse, but it all ends, when she sinks her teeth into the body of the dead man, the warm taste of iron awakens her senses again, she feels life flowing inside her, it makes her vibrate, burying her face again and again in the viscera of that body, not to let escape that feeling of fullness... She was right, red is her color! And her blood her new dress, she will surely return to that alley again, to dine with her family.