Mothers Day, Lower Manchester....

Her glittering eyes filled with rage and anger as she swept the small frame along the back streets. It had take her days to heal from that brute's wounds and she had discovered several of her havens destroyed. Petulant lips pouted prettily at the man that approached, her tongue darted out to dance across the full lips. His eyes took her in slowly and she knew she had him before he even looked back into her eyes.

Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold, she's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll turn the music on you, you won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow, she got Bette Davis eyes

It didn't take long to find their way to one of the out of the way motels, her soft laugh and the promise of more to come when she let him slip a hand down to the curve of her ass, squeezing. She had to hold back a growl and let it come out a quiet purr thinking he looked alot like that two timing Wyatt Chaser. She had been careful not to leave any bodies where they could be found...since that night but this one...yes this one would find its way to that interfering wenches room.

The door clicked behind her...his hands reached out to clamp down on her shoulders, the game was on and this mouse was going to suffer the pains of hell before he died. She smiled sweetly for him as he leaned down to capture her lips under his in a hungry kiss. Oh how she abhored the feel of lips on hers but she stood letting her body tremble as if in pleasure. Her hunger and his were equal yet his wouldn't be as satisfying as hers.

And she'll tease you, she'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious, and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
She got Greta Garbo's stand off sighs, she's got Bette Davis eyes

Tonight would be different.. she let his hands roam across her shoulders , pulling and tugging at the soft blouse that covered her form. In his urgency he ripped the buttons down the front and she stepped back shaking her head in a teasing manner, no words left her lips as she slowly pulled her finger tips down the front of the blouse and slipped if off her shoulders letting it drop...next in a sensual strip tease she let her finger glide over her pale flesh to slip first one strap of the bra off her shoulder, allowing the lace to fall from the well rounded breast. His eyes followed her hand, his head bobbing up and down as she slipped the other strap down uncovering the other almost perfect breast.

His eyes widened as did his smile, the clasp coming free and the wisp of lace following the torn blouse to the floor...fingers moving to the short skirt letting the zipper rasp as it decended. His hand moved out to help push the fabric from her waist and down over the wisp of black that she wore underneath. Her girlish giggle and the blush she forced to her cheeks made him draw in his breath in quickly groping at her waist pulling her against him. He missed the glitter in the depths of her eyes in the semi darkness as her fingers moved to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his chest and down his arms, letting the suit coat and shirt fall.

She'll let you take her home, it whets her appetite
She'll lay you on the throne, she got Bette Davis eyes
She'll take a tumble on you, roll you like you were dice
Until you come up blue, she's got Bette Davis eyes

His body glistened with the sweat.....his skin tasted salty under her tongue as she hovered above his heaving chest, s eyes glazed and passion filled in the aftermath. His heart pounded...beating fast, his body squirming under her roaming fingers jerked and bucked reacting again to her administrations. She raised her eyes...looking at the length of his body and as his eyes closed her hand came up the claws forming out of his line of sight giving him no chance to do more than scream in pain as her finger tips pushed into the sternum with all her power dragging them down the length of his chest to his groin.

Her body pinioned his bottom half to the bed as his hands clutched at the gaping slide down the center of his chest. Diving at the spurting blood that jetisoned from the open artery in his chest the blood dripped from her chin as he screamed trying to push her off him. She laughed a throaty laugh as her clawed hand slided into his side laying the skin open like a filet mackeral, sliding along the length of him to press a bloody kiss to his lips, cutting off his scream. The glitter of hatred danced in her eyes as she sat up lifting the clawed hand, the cackling husky laugh at the look of sheer panic in his gaze and the pain as her claws swept down ...seperating his manhood from the rest of his body.

She'll expose you, when she snows you
Hope you breathe with the crumbs she throws you
She's ferocious and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy, she's got Bette Davis eyes

She could still hear his last screams as she smiled and stood under the hot spray of the water. Her body radiated a soft glow from the feeding and her eyes dancing mischieviously as she stepped from the shower, watching the last of the the wasted blood flow down the drain. Dressing in the skirt and borrowing his shirt and jacket she leaned down to collect her prize from the floor where it hand landed. Stroking it softly like a pet before wrapping it on one of the motel towels and slipping it in the suit coat.

Looking around the motel room for any evidence she might have missed she glanced over at ...fishing through the pocket of the jacket and pulling out his billfold she opened it to look down at his license. He was a resident of Manchester...even better the smirk grew on her lips as she dropped the billfold on the nightstand, money and credit cards intact. Her fingers slipped in the pocket of her skirt pulling out the business card of Wyatt's that she had lifted from his desk. On the back was scribbled a name and she laughed almost happily as she slipped it into the mans wallet where it would be found. Patting his pale cold cheek before walking to the door...without a backward glance she slipped out leaving the door ajar and disappeared into the shadows.

And she'll tease you, she'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious, and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy, she's got Bette Davis eyes...

[Lyrics: "Betty Davis Eyes" by Kim Carnes.]