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It ends like this, Jennifer licking her fingers, smearing the blood across her lips, her eyes black, while she grins, teeth as sharp as knives. “Haven't you always wanted me to eat you, Needy?” she says “Just fucking dig right in, get my tongue up your pussy and go to town?”
Needy kicks aside the arm, picks the gun up out the floor and points it at Jennifer. “How the fuck did you come back?” she asks. Her hoodie's ruined, fucking guts and black slime all smeared across it. She's got some of it in her mouth too, from when Jennifer welcomed her back by jamming her tongue down her throat.
“It's easy to come these days,” Jennifer says. “Why wait for boys when you can take care of yourself. Self-care's all the rage, I hear.” She takes a step forward, holds her arms out. “Let me take care of you too. I can see you're all wet.”
Needy bares her teeth and leaps.
She fucking hates Jennifer the first time she meets her, just can't stand her. Mom arranges a playdate and it goes to shit as soon as Jennifer pushes Anita into the creek and goes back to drink tea with the dolls while Anita cries her head off.
“It was an accident,” Jennifer's mom says and Anita's the one that ends up apologizing for upsetting Jennifer.
She doesn't want to see Jennifer ever again, but that night, Jennifer climbs into her window and snuggles up against her. “Sorry,” she says. “Mom says I can be a real bitch.”
Anita gasps. “You can't say that,” she says. “That's a bad word.”
Jennifer yawns and flops her arm over Anita. “I can do whatever I want."
She does.
Everybody wants to fuck Jennifer. Doesn't matter if she's alive, dead, a fucking demon or just a teenage girl that acts like one. They look at her and their brains shut off.
“They're all so boring,” Jennifer says, painting Needy's toes a pale pink. “They look at me like I'm a fucking blow-up doll and I have to do is open my holes so they can stick their dicks in me.”
“You know,” Needy says quietly,“you can just tell them to go away. You don't have to be with someone if you don't want to.”
Jennifer laughs and the nail polish smears. She grabs some acetone, a cue tip and holds Needy's foot in her hand as she cleans it off. It has to be perfect, Jennifer always says, even if no one sees it. “The more of them I fuck, the less they own me.”
Needy doesn't think that's how that works, but Jennifer's blowing against the polish on her foot before she kisses one toe. Her fingers tickle under Needy's sole until Needy squirms in her grasp.
Jennifer's always doing shit like this and Needy tells herself, it means nothing. It's just what best friends do, nothing more to it.
She's wet when Jennifer releases her and she knows Jennifer saw it.
Needy's got a lot of time to think about Jennifer while she's locked up in the loony bin and even more when she finally escapes.
She still doesn't really know what the fuck she is, was. Possessed by a fucking demon, yeah, but like what kind? Apparently, they've all got a shit ton of names and she really should have talked to Grandpa Levi before he died, but that would have meant to going to synagogue on a regular basis. Mom's made it clear that she doesn't do that shit anymore, especially now that her daughter's an escaped convict.
Hard to believe in God when all hell breaks loose.
It's up to Needy to break into Grandpa's old office, rummage through his papers, figure out what the fuck is going on with her now. Jennifer's dead and the demon should be toast, but here Needy is, hearing voices in her mind while her mouth aches for flesh, and it's a bitch to get any kind of sleep wit that shit going on.
She sleeps on a park bench that night, hoodie crumpled with papers and Jennifer grins at her in her dreams. Except it's not her, because for one thing, she's pretty sure Jennifer had two tits, not six.
Needy opens her mouth and it just comes to her, right on her tongue. “Eisheth,” she says. “I'm not going to go around fucking everyone.”
“Oh, honey,” the demon says, her black eyes staring directly into Needy. “I'm not horny. I'm hungry.”
A girl walks into a bar, covered in blood. She sits at the counter and the bartender stares at her. “What the fuck?” he says.
“Costume party,” she says. “I went as a murder victim. Do you have any scotch?
He takes the twenty she gives her, passes her the glass. Her fake ID's somewhere in her pocket, but he's not asking a fucking word, not with her looking like she just came out of a crime scene.
The cops are going to have so much fun questioning him tomorrow.
“Anything else?” he asks. “The kitchen's closing in five minutes, so if you need anything to eat, you have to order now.”
“I've eaten,” Needy says.
It starts like this.
“I fucking loved you,” Needy says, as she brings Jennifer to the ground. It feels good to be strong, to show Jennifer exactly what she can do. “You fucking cunt.”
“I know,” Jennifer says. She's pinned under Needy, waiting for her to either kill her or kiss her. Needy mentally flips a coin and it comes up head. This time, she kisses Jennifer fiercely. There's no way to tell whose blood is whose mouth, not when they're sharing it like they do everything.
Her fingers go down and into Jennifer's pussy. No underwear, which Needys roll her eyes at. Someone thought she was getting lucky.
“I'm going to fuck you,” Needy purrs, “and you're going to wait until I tell you to. I'm tired of fucking coming second.”
Jennifer's writhing against her fingers, but she grins up at her, fond and proud. “Needy, you'll always come first with me.”
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