SirenCymbaline

"I'm Bettie. I'm a demon, we don't have souls where I come from. We're all lawyers and corporates, see. Angels don't have 'em either, for the same reason. I've never ...

Now Bettie liked Annie. She was voracious, uncompromising, had an exotic taste in souls. All the best qualities a girl could have. But she was beginning to stay the centre ...

"Oh, I know. That's why I can't drink brain fluid anymore. But they got my crocodile stomach acid, so I'm happy. Bettie, by the way." she said. She winked, and ...

"Sailing! Fascinating. Will you join expeditions, or get your own- ooh! You could get a licence-" Bettie's eyes burned with little star shaped lights. She loved licenses. She had too ...

Bettie paused, taken aback. Rowenna took her questions so seriously. Had she really made the conversation so tense? She giggled. "Oh honey, it's not an interrogation. I'm just playing. You ...

Bettie whistled. Then she leaned back, and closed her eyes. "Ah, of course, of course. I must have insulted him by even asking. My apologies, Rowenna. But by now, you ...

Bettie's eyelids lifted just a millimeter higher. "Ooh. An original Dracula? My stars. Is the old man still kickin'? -If you'll forgive my nosiness."

"I'm Bettie. Capatalist scum, pop idol export from Hell. It's sweet to meetcha." she said, voice like honey. She already had her drink, but she leaned over the bartop gratuitously ...

Bettie sipped at her diet crocodile stomach acid, content. "They have blood. No need to be shy." She said to the poor vampire woman. "I can smell it. Juuust under ...

Boris caved in. He hugged Damascus back. “I’m- I’m happy too.” he said. He grabbed on tighter. He hid his face behind Damascus’ head. “Don’t leave again.” Boris insisted. “Whatever ...

Maybe now that Marciella had heard about Baba, now she'd be willing to talk about herself? Baba hoped so. "What are they like? Where do they live?" Baba asked, beginning ...

Boris was already preoccupied, having appointed himself as Bo's guide in a laughable attempt at an act of penance. No, because it was simply the decent thing to do. And ...

“Oh,” said Bettie, after Tobias had fled, “He’s shy, for a host.” Her voice was sympathetic, but the amused curl of her lip threw it off. “It’s you.” said Guy, ...

Baba perked right up. They loved talking about their family. "Yeah, I got one! I started out as an old skeleton, what Mr MacGregor the wolfman found on the barn ...

Baba sat cross legged, and leaned in. Baba was learning a lot.