Beauty and the Beast: sarcasmstilinskii
Aleece was on her roof listening to the familiar song of the cicadas, watching a late fog settle over the expanse of her southern home. The warmth settled in her skin but never reached her bones, there was always a chill inside her. The chill of death, but when you die, that chill tends to stay with you- even if you find a way around the dying forever bit.
A car rumbled up the shared drive and Aleece lifted her head and then sat up, watching the automobile rumble up to the house a few yard from her own, just over the hill. No one had lived there for years, she would have known. Word in the city was it was haunted, she always thought that was a bit ironic seeing as how she was the dead being living in a home. She had known the family that lived there in the 50s, the ones that had died- the ones she had killed when she turned.
Aleece effortlessly jumped from her four story roof, living in a plantation home gave her a spectacular view of the spacious yard she shared with her only neighbor. Landing on silent feet, Aleece dusted her shorts off and wandered through the fog and damp grass to the home she hadn’t been to in so long. Her bare feet barely sunk into the soft earth, walking weightlessly through her preferred time of day, blanketed in early darkness with a bloody sky behind her.
“Hey,” she called offering a wave before the scent hit her stopping her cold. Her heart gave a sharp beat, a deep thunderous roar of life as electricity surged through her veins like warm blood. Such a sweet and toxic scent sent her head spinning so fast she almost didn’t notice the response. “Hey uh, you just move in?”