The full moon shone enticingly, luring Jamie out of her desired den. It was a tradition she had taken up since the one she had loved died. She was sure she was the cause, five inch slashes on each wrist enough to drown a small country in sorrows. Amie was such a lovely girl, Jamie noted. With straight blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes, addition to soft, smooth, pale skin, that made vampires burn in envy. Jaime could remember the last thing her lover said to her before she had died.

“ Let me, be your body, your chance to escape normal boundaries between the living and the dead. I hate you. “

And scarlet lines danced up and down the angels arms, and she bled out. One final kiss, shared between them, as the body was lugged and buried. In such a shallow grave, as she would be back. Jamie wrapped the jacket around her body, black hair whipping around viciously, brown eyes closed, as her mind conjured up the delicious image of naughty things. Goosebumps rose lightly on tanned skin. She smiled, then…there was the best part, where she’d open her up and lick at the decaying flesh, tasting blood long spoiled, long rotten, and very delicious. Mmmm.

She pushed open the iron gates to the cemetery, stopping momentarily to eye the familiar graveyard. Christian Art, and dead trees, the smell of death littered this place and it made her even more hungry. She shut the gate and wove her way between the graves, most of which where either broken or stolen. Such insolent fools she noted before kneeling down, she let her hands and fingers rummage around the tombstone. Reading for what was the millionth time.

She carved that herself, with her own knife, that Amie had given her. She fingered the letters and smiled a truly sick smile as she stood up and dug through the dirt, with a shovel she always left here. Minutes passed and the lovely casket was revealed. A dark red, with dragons crawling over it, she took a breath, blowing the extra dust off. She single handedly pulled the casket out, and opened it. Gasping as adrenaline pumped through her body. She flipped the locks and opened it up, and delicious creaking sound reaching her ears.

Inside the casket, lined with red silk, was a body. Decaying as it nothing was wrong, wrinkly skin and closed eyes. Jamie was fine with that because she had stolen the eyes and jarred them, a reminder of the blue eyes she constantly drowned in. She noticed that when the moon shone just right, Amie looked alive and well, and seemed to be smiling at her. She ran her fingers through the thinning blonde hair, amazed at it’s new texture. Soon, though, this body, of her beloved would be too useless and mushy, or she might drag the casket and burn her. So she could smear the ashes on her later.

Maybe she was mental..but she always though she was in love. And love remains even after death, this was just her way of showing it. She ran her fingers across the wrinkly skin, it was quite most, and she ran into the cuts and gashes she put in Amie, because she needed a place to bury her own hands, feel the squishiness .She always did take “Being Inside Of You” to a literal and extreme case. She slipped her hands into a gash and felt the organs there.

“Oh, Gooey. I always did like that in a woman. “

She kneeled outside of the casket as she placed a kiss on Amie’s lips, loving the cold texture she got there. It was always a way to get things start, she exited her hands and cupped Amie’s face, gooey remnants sticking to her. She placed gentle kisses along that face and down to the neck, as if Amie was responding and loving it. Those gooey hands cupped the decaying breasts, feeling them and moving them around, the nipple hardly recognized. She shifted her weight and suckled on one of them. She could hear herself moaning, gods, she loved this woman and everything about her. She switched and used her hand to tease and flicker at the other one.

When she was satisfied she left the chest area, tracing a stick trail to the belly button. She flicked her tongue in it, swirling it around, loving how the skin was mushy and molding to her every need. She stopped, and stripped, taking off her clothes, and her underwear. She dragged Amie out of her resting place and placed her on the ground, in a sexy and irresistible position. She straddled Amie’s hips and continued with her familiar journey down a familiar body.

She nibbled her way down the decaying flesh, feeling aroused and the stout contrast. She tipped her head back as she starting to finger the dead girl. Murmuring silky promises of love and faith. She moved her fingers in and out, and flicked the no-longer-there clit. Purring as she imagined the live Amie’s reaction. She waited for what it seemed right and spread those legs open. Hearing a pop of the knee. Oh, she dislocated her knee. Oh well. She stuck her face in between those lovely legs and proceeded to eat her out. Amie’s taste was still exquisite. Even after all these months of being in the ground, she licked her moist until, she was satisfied and peered at the lovely, sunken face.

Jamie noted that she was still pretty, still hers, and she was still very much in love. She once again, kissed the dead girl, one sided French kiss. She delved her tongue inside the mouth, tasting death to it’s true extent. She moaned into the kiss and continued to “tease” the dead girl. Kissing, licking, nibbling, and flicking her tongue into the gashes, tasting bloody and decayed body parts. She moans and positioned herself to hover over Amie. She reached for those pale fingers and manipulated them so as to where Amie was “fingering her”.

She panted and started to ride those fingers, holding them straight with her own. She purred happily and started murmuring things. Divine things, holy things, about how she still missed her, and dreamed about her so many nights now. She looked up into the moon, her magic spot being rubbed to perfection. Her muscles clamed and she released on those fingers, slowing down and breaking the contact. She panted, saying how great she was, and sucked her own juices off. She planted more kisses along Amie’s face, and lips, enjoying her for one last..heartbreaking time. She let Amie lay there, as she dressed and kneeled one more time. She dipped her tongue in and wiggled it around, looking for any traces of blood left. She found it and licked keenly. Now, the ritual was complete.

She put Amie back in the casket, and closed it. Burying the hole with extra dirt. Though, the casket was out, she gripped it and dragged it home. Where she then proceeded to have more sex with the dead girl. And finally, she burnt her. Saving the ashes in a purple jar.

And she was fine with that, because Amie said she could. And what Amie wanted, Amie got. Even if she wasn’t alive to feel it.