Skinners

The table is set, the candles are lite. The white night sky has opened up and the snow has started to fall.
I stand in front of the big broken window taking in the cold air before going over to light the fireplace.
As the flames rise and slowly brightens the room.
I hear him gasping for air as he looks up at me from beside the fireplace. As I kneel down to him I say.
     Your name I do not know. But the blonde, blue eyed,
Demon in the other room. Her name I know quite well although it has been twenty five years since we last spoke or even seen each other our hearts are one.
     Our souls have been forged together in blood a very long time ago. I hope you don't think you are the first that this has endured this because you are not. We done this so many times before.
      As she walks over to the doorway and looks over at me and says.
       This fucking bitch of yours won't die goddamn I've stuck her so many times that her skin from titties down won't be where able.
         It will be fine my Lacey Baby just remove her face while she is still alive. You will enjoy the sounds that she makes.
          Now you, you only have a short time left before your lungs are filled so now it's time for me to begin.
        
I walk over to the doorway as she stands and turns towards me as the crimson drips from her nipples and runs down her ravishing body we look into the darkness of each other's eye. Seeing the faces of only our victims that we wear on this cold, snowy night as we move towards the fireplace leaving foot prints of red across the room, we stand in front of the warm fire as the snow blows through the big broken window around us as our tongues touch and that taste of her bringing back all those memories of us from so long ago.
We make our way down on to the floor and as I enter her wet goodness we let the wickedness pour, for now we have made it back to where we belong. In the blood covered arms of each other.