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Bettie's pointy grin stretched wider. She had had no reason to provoke Annie's forcefulness, but for the thrill in itself. Bettie pushed, and met pull. She parried, and met thrust. ...

Bettie appreciated Annie’s caution- it was sweet, really- but she couldn’t resist the temptation to test her patience, to spice things up. She curled around her, hopped over her legs, ...

"Wonderful." Bettie led Annie out onto the floor, slowly at first. Just as they stepped into the middle, the lights turned a ghostly green, and sounds of percussion jittered rapidly ...

@TheMulticoloredCyr you're right, I did miss that! thanks for the notif Bettie took the searching hand. She looked into Annie's pupilless eyes, and smiled. "Hey," she said, "Howsabout a lil' ...

"Nah, he just collects souls, tries to take over all the afterworlds. It's pretty lame." said Guy, mildly bored. He looked back at Rowenna. "That sounds tough, though." he said ...

"Oooh," said Bettie. "Imagine that. You must have so much power- maybe I should go find myself a soul." She gazed dreamily at the marionette man across the room. "That ...

Baba spat out their introduction quickly, more interested in admiring the sunflower. Just a little "Baba." before they grabbed the hat, and shoved it into their face. They stared in ...

Bettie loved interviews. She leaned playfully back against the bar, causing the imaginary cameras to overheat. "Souls are for mortals. I'm not going to die, so what do I need ...

"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."