Drifter #6 Angel

Suddenly the woman was standing over Nigel. A beautiful angel of death; clad in black silk and crinoline.

He opened his mouth but, as lightning quick as a snake strike, she placed a single, ice-cold, finger over his lips.

"Shhh" She whispered.

Fear gripped Nigel's body, paralysing him in her red eyed stare. Her dress gathered around his prone body as she bent over him. "Shh" she whispered again, consoling him.

"No?" Whimpered Nigel, as she opened her mouth as if to kiss. Her icy palm clamped down over his mouth, and he felt her lips against his neck.