The Immortal Gift

Marina and Clemence pushed around the kitchen like they had something to prove. Pots clattered. Steam fogged the windows. They wanted the place perfect for Cherry and Nata. Meanwhile Cherry and Nata were already inside, eyes locked across the room, tasting metal in the air. Each felt the other the second they stepped through the door. Two predators trying to pass for dinner guests. They smiled. They drank the wine. The whole time their jaws ached to drop and finish it quick. Instead they sat, legs crossed, pretending hunger was only for the food. Clemence asked Nata about work. Marina kept touching Cherry’s wrist when she laughed. Every brush of skin made Nata’s pupils narrow. They smelled the blood under the perfume, the pulse under the jokes. By the time the plates hit the sink, the act cracked. Nata stood too fast. Cherry’s fangs slid down despite the warning look. The room tilted. No more hiding. The choice rose sharp and ugly: kill the lie or kill the girls. They chose the bite. Two clean punctures, two sharp cries swallowed by hungry mouths, and the dining room lights buzzed while death turned into forever.