Jenny

A single bit of mist seeps from the box. It flows into the circle and swirls like a tiny tornado. A form begins to coalesce.

A pair of black six inch stilettos forms from the mist. Long pale legs come next. A fabulous figure dressed in a skimpy black dress becomes solid. Full breasts and erect nipples strain again the sheer black fabric. Elegant pale arms form next, with long slender fingers that end in black claws.

You don’t need to look to know that Jenny is in the circle.

“Hello, Morgan. I knew in the end I could count on you. I’m not even angry about the box. It’s enough to know you wanted me back.”

“Jenny.”

“Look at me, Morgan.”

You don’t know what to do.

“Look at me ,sweetie. I promise I won’t bite, unless you want me too.”

You look up. Jenny’s face is pale and perfect. Her lips are cherry red, contrasting her skin. Her eyes are dark. Her pupils glow red like lights in a seedy district.

You could easily lose yourself in her eyes.

“Well, Morgan, now that I’m back I think it’s time I made the world mine. Don’t you think?”

Thinking is hard, while looking into her eyes. You just nod in agreement.

“Would you like to help me, Morgan?”

You find yourself really wanting to please her. After all she is your friend.

“Of course, Jenny.”

She runs a clawed finger along her tongue, cutting it.

“Come, Sweetie, give me a kiss.”

She holds out her arms. You walk into her embrace. With her heels she is taller then you. You tilt you head up and kiss her. She holds you tight as your tongues intertwine. You taste a sweet metallic flavor and realize it’s her blood. She breaks the kiss.

“God, Jenny, what did you do?”

“Oh, Sweetie, god has nothing to do with it. I gave you immortality. Can’t you feel it?”

She’s right you do feel strange. There is an unpleasant burning sensation inside you.

Jenny gets behind you and begins to massage your shoulders. Her hands are strong and relaxing. Still the burning persists.

“I can make it stop. I can make you feel so good, Morgan. Just say the word.”