To the fridge she goes, opening it, letting the cold air meet her coldness.  So much delicious food, and Bestie's don't got the fresh rawness of the meat.  Got two bottles of Corona in hand and thinks about what to eat with it.  Her Bestie's such a good cook.  Gets to Blake, makes her stop feeding for real for her.  Making her Bestie's leftovers disappear is only one of Blake's freaky, nosey habits.

It's cold, yet Blake's panties are wet, maybe Blake's been having some boys over while Bestie's out at work.  Or, maybe it's the other thing, you know, Bestie.  Bestie's hot steamy romance novel collection.  Or it's Blake's.  It gets hotter, Blake can feel her ass and the backs of her thighs warm.  Much like when she can hear her Bestie or read some of her Bestie's writes.

A presence.  Someone who knows Bestie?  An invader.  Ices right back up.  The Corona bottles in her hand frost up.  Oh, Blake knows who it is now, this intruder.  Not that one guy, someone else.  Someone to kill Blake Knight.

She can't tell sometimes.  Can't sense it.  See it coming?  Nope.  Maybe, maybe not.  She lets herself get distracted.  Maybe it's Bestie's power over her.  Maybe someone else.  She gets drawn to them as much as they get drawn to her.  Her ancient advesaries, the Universe Itself and Reality Itself.

Hmm, how to explain this to Bestie.  Milk white eyes show.  That inhuman, crazed smile.  You know that new movie, Smile?  Ooo, how about Truth Or Dare?

Blake lets the fridge door close.  Not another one.  This one enters, approaches her fine-ass backside.  Impatience, this Child of the Moon, like the OTHERS, are supposed to stop her.  They're supposed to slay her.  She's supposed to die.  Why can't THEY see that?!

"The answer's simple, FUCKER.  It's because of you.  You made it happen before any of them were even born, were even created."

She lets one bottle of Corona drop, it shatters, the scent of Mexico wafes up while Blake pops the cap and just chugs.

She's patient.  She's done a lot.  Seduced them all.  Continued the corruption.  Never lost her way.  True to the way.  Showed the finger to the good ones, the holy ones, and the noble ones.  A girl's gotta have some fun along the way.

"No take backs.  It's in YOUR rules."

Empty bottle crashes to the floor.  Blake laughs.  Her claws come out.

"Let's go, Stud.  Let's see whatcha got!"