Mika and Robyn love this world. Especially the cruelty of it. But a scientist wants to end the bad things that happen on earth, including them!
Robyn let out a mouse-like squeal as she flew into the concrete wall and grinned in sick pleasure. She pushed herself off the wall and crashed down to the wooden floor with a sharp scream. Her long red hair was tied in a loose knot between her shoulder blades and was streaked with dried blood from wounds inflicted days before. She had a long, wide bruise along the length of her cheekbone, but it didn’t seem to bother her. the dark-haired man straddled her and violently backhanded her across the face, the sharp edge of his golden signet ring creating an inch-long cut at the corner of her mouth. She giggled. “I love it when you do that.”
“I know you do, baby. That’s why I do it.”
Robyn tensed her muscles, threw him off of her and climbed on him. Putting her face close to his, she ran her fingers over the curves of his face, drawing blood from the side of his nose with one razor-sharp fingernail. “Do you love it when I do it?” She ran her finger over the cut, collecting most of the blood, and licked it off. “Mmm.”
“Absolutely.” He smiled and clasped his hands behind his head. “You’re the only one can make me scream.”
Robyn sat up and rested her hands on his chest. “Mm. I like the screaming.”
The dark-haired man – his name was Mika – lifted her off him, as if she weighed no more than a feather, and sprang to his feet. He wiped the rest of the fresh blood from his face and sucked it from his hand. Robyn was more than happy to let the thin trickle of blood make its tracks down her neck, enjoying the sensation. Mika opened his eyes wider and watched with growing interest as the red liquid dripped down her skin. It was so red. And her skin was so pale. Even now, it was just an enchanting contrast.
Robyn took the elastic band from her hair, snapped it around her wrist and brushed frantically at her flame coloured locks. It was amazing how shiny that hair could become within a few minutes, and how the bloodstains seemed to mostly flake out. She reached up and ran a hand through Mika’s brown hair – a rare show of friendly affection. “What’s wrong Mika?”
“Nothing. I’m just looking.” He caught a handful of hair at the side of her head and moved it away. Mika nuzzled his face in her neck. “Listening. I can hear it in you, you know. Rushing around you.”
“Can I go play with my toy?” Robyn whined in a tinny voice.
“Can I? It’s been a whole day,” she reasoned. The tangy smell of blood was too much and her tongue flicked out at the corner of her mouth. The taste of her own blood disgusted her, but she couldn’t let anyone see her looking battered and injured. She followed Mika up a flight of stairs to the attic and banged the door open. He left her to play but left the door open.