disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and if I did, I
wouldn't admit to it, because the movie sucks ass. It makes
good femmeslash fodder, though. :) Credit for the dialogue
goes to the scriptwriters, who I paraphrased.

author: cheebs!

email: chbkamen at optonline dot net

site: http://bite.to/bloodandfire

rating: R

Soul Survivors: Illusion

The feel of cool metal against her back was nothing new to
the young brunette, though this experience itself was. The
stall was sticky with things best unthought of, though she
couldn't have, had she tried. Her mind was elsewhere, caught
in the intense, bluer-than-blue eyes of the woman between
her thighs.

She answered the cerulean gaze with her own; dark and soft
where the other's was brilliant and hard, and was forced to
grip the top of the wall for support as her knees buckled.
The other woman had taken the look for challenge and had
renewed her efforts, mercilessly tongue-lashing her swollen
and sore clitoris. She gave up trying to focus her vision
and instead concentrated on the sensations being visited
upon her.

Soon, far too soon, panting gave way to moans which would
have been embarassingly loud anywhere else, but seemed right
in the tawdry surroundings. She tossed back her tangled
ebony mane and screeched her pleasure through her crimson
pout. It echoed off the unidentifiable masonry, mixing with
similar cries from other denizens, until she could no longer
tell hers apart.

Life was good.

Life was gone.

Cold lips nipped and sucked at her as colder fingers trapped
hers in a deathgrip. She was pressed backwards, the icyness
biting through her thin top indiscernable from that of the
corpse that held her there. Yes, corpse, that's what it was;
stimulating and thrusting and licking and making her scream,
but dead all the same.

As if reading her thoughts, it pulled back, lips moist and
glistening, eyes glittering as they bored through her. Those
vivid orbs gave no expression as the flesh on its face
decayed and regenerated in a nanosecond. Catlike, it raised
the hand that had been inside her a moment before and licked
it clean with a swollen, bluish tongue. "Love these unisex
bathrooms," it purred.

She smiled her agreement. "Great party." Her mind drifted
to her friends; where had they gone?

"Let them go. You belong here now." Its voice wove around
her, enrapturing her, as its skelatal fingers again entered
the girl.

Breathless, she could only whimper in reply. Erotic groans
grew louder, filling the room.

"Your friends aren't your friends anymore. You belong here,
with me." Each syllable was punctuated with a stroke against
her inner walls, until she felt she would explode...and she
did, with a banshee's wail, fireworks detonating behind
closed eyelids.

She slowly came back to reality and grinned broadly, ferally.
Snaking a hand around her new lover's neck, she pulled her to
her feet. "I'm not going anywhere," she growled lustily. "I
like it here."