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The slender fingers ran across of the smooth top of the desk…Covering over a small, glass angel figuren. “Ma’dam? How did you know Ma’a?” Vedette’s lips curled upwards…The child was so sweet…so naïve. Such a shame. “We we’re very close, L’ve”  The blonde curls moved away from Vedette’s hallow vision, as the turned to face her. “Where is she? Did she tell you where she was going?…” Grinning, the dead women rolled her head…Pops and cracks as the skull moved along the joint. Images..memories flooded her mind. “Mmm…You mean, L’ve. Is she in Heaven?” Quick, bright…vivid images.
Vedette never had a problem remebering a victim…Quickly throwing her eyelids open, what was left of her eyelashes brushed against her eye-lid. Opening her arms, the small child climbed into the embrace obeintdently. Leaning forward…Dry lips brushed against the girl’s blushed cheek. “L’ve…pet. What shall I call you…”
“Grendal…My mother named me Grendal.” A quivering voice replied. “Lovely..Grendal?” Nuzzling her head into Vedette’s stitched bossom, she only yawned.”Let me give you some reassurance…You mother shall never make it into Heaven. God, will never embrace, your or she after I. After me…” Confused, Grendal lifted head. “Wha-“
As Vedette spoke to the child…fingers made it’s way towards the girls cotton nightgown. Claw-like fingers teasing the shaking skin beneath. Grendal never was able to finish her sentence.
As the dirt incrusted nail  found it’s way to the femine adam’s apple, Vedette pushed in. “Hmm MMm…And good night…” Lowering her head from the bleeding Grendal’s throat, Vedette placed her forehead in the nape of the ten year olds neck. “Go to sleep…little baby.” A giggle broke the song. For Vedette always did enjoy the spilling of females blood. The gender was so…dramatical. And their screams were so delicious…
Placig the young girls body into the chair; Vedette slide onto the floor, placing her head into the young girls lap.”Pupp’it. Oh! You so much fun to play with!’Another giggle  exploded from her. “Heaven..Oh God doesn’t want a basterd child like you. Don’t you know….aren’t you even aware? You’r dearest ‘Mummy’ was going to burn I the lowest reigons of Hell with or without my help. Though, if I may say so myself, she was worth every cent I paid for her.”
“Oh Pet, your trembling…it’s so much..less when you don’t scream.” Frowning now, her mood became sour in that instant.”Scream you little bitch.” The same claws the dug into the sun kissed neck, now dragged into firm thighs. “Trouble maker. You weren’t suppose to die yet…I’m still hungry.”