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"My mother warned me about your type," James murmured, a twisted half-smile plastered to his face.
"Oh?" She purred, her voice low and amused. She shifted in the armchair languidly, her long, toned legs uncrossing with a whisper like stolen satin. "And what did dearest mother say about my type?" James gulped. 
The merest hint of a threat hovered over end of the ostensibly harmless question, the very tip of a razor sharp claw concealed just beneath velvet fur. He tore his gaze from the woman's undoubted loveliness and mulled over the white wine he held for a moment.
"Well..." He began, taking a sip of the wine and focusing once more upon the woman, "She said that women who... look like you do, talk like you do, smell like you do... That they're not what they appear to be. That they are made from the skins of kittens only to contain the poison beneath. They're trouble, in simpler words."
He took another sip and continued to drink in the form of this beauty, lounging in her leather chair. Fine, almost sharp features framed piercing eyes of a deep green that never left James', much less striking eyes. A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth, though never parting the full, unpainted lips. It never touched the woman's eyes - certainly never crinkled the smooth skin around them - which held a dark mirth all their own along with a touch of... something else. A hunger, perhaps. James, his own filled with the same such, saw only lust in the deepest recesses of those piercing green eyes. The shrill, cautioning voice of his late mother was easily lost in the depth of his desire. 
The woman lifted herself lightly from the armchair and padded over to where James sat, hips swaying with every graceful step.
"And what do I look like?" She leaned in towards him, her eyes never leaving his, "What do I sound like? Her voice was barely a whisper. The skin on his neck turned to gooseflesh where her warm breath touched it. "What do I smell like?"
James' mind was awash with sensations, rooting him to the chair with an overpowering sense of lust and wonder. Desire. You look like, you sound like, you smell like desire. He wanted to speak the word, but the totality of her beauty held him in its thrall. Not even a gasp could escape him as her lips brushed against the corner of his mouth. He could resist no longer. His arms around her held her close as their lips met with a burning intensity no simple flame could match. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to be one with this absolute ideal of womanly perfection. Pressed against her, James' ardour filled his mind - he wanted more, more, more! His caresses turned to scratches, his kisses to bites and she responded in kind. An odd, papery noise like torn rice paper accompanied a more feverish nip and he pulled back, fearing he had hurt her. James stiffened as he took in the damage. He had clearly broken the skin of her bottom lip but there was no blood, no flesh... But for the fact that there was a clear gap between the skin there was absolutely nothing there - it was like a break between clouds filled with darkness. Fear returned James' thoughts to him as spikes of ice, but he was paralysed once more - not by beauty, but by terror. A terror of what lay beneath.
She noticed the rigidness of his posture and drew back from him, those piercing green eyes once more locked upon his own.
"Something... wrong?" The woman purred. An eerie chattering seemed to come from where he had bitten her, vibrating to the tune of her hushed words. The wrongness James felt exploded within him and he realised that he was trembling - no, he was shaking violently. As much as he had been in the throes of passion just minutes before, now he was under the sway of terror.
"Don't you want to touch me, to taste me, to be one with me?" James only heard the chattering now, like dice striking the inside of his skull. He could take no more. He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, using every little drop of will he had to wish away this... this thing before him. This thing that could not - DID NOT - possibly exist.
"Don't you want to see me?" The voice continued, the purr harmonising with the horrific chattering to scrape against James' nerves like icy razors. He held his eyes tightly shut, his wish for this to not be real a mantra echoing in his head. The sound from before, that sound tearing rice paper, began anew, this time slow and even. He tried to drown it out with his inward chanting, but it ripped through his thoughts effortlessly. Just keeping his eyes shut had become an effort. He tried, tried with all of his being to wish it away - it couldn't possibly be there, it wasn't there it wasn't there it wasn't there - and then it was gone. There was silence. James reached his hand out, hoping -praying- there would be nothing in front of him.
Thin fingers grasped his hand just as the voice spoke once more.
"Look at me."
His eyes shot open.
Taking in what was in front of him broke the paralysis, but only so far as to allow him to recoil further into his chair. The woman that had been still remained, but only as far as the bottom half of her head. The rest of it dangled from her head in a long strip, as though the skin and hair had unwound from her form to reveal a black nothingness beneath.
"Am I not desire, James?" The chattering was now louder, much louder, with more of the void revealed, but James terror number him from the scraping agony of it.
The creature pressed the end of the strip into his hand and began to twirl away from him, as gracefully as the woman had moved almost an eternity ago, unravelling more and more of her skin and revealing more and more of the void in the shape of the woman before. Something twitched upon the ribbon of skin and hair and clothing the woman had become, and he looked a little more closely than he had dared. Two deep green dots, the piercing gaze that had stared at him before, still locked upon his eyes. A scream escaped him and he recoiled back into the chair. The creature emitted a sound like a thousand broken teeth striking a stone floor. James clutched his head in his hands, the sound threatening to crack his skull. It took him a few seconds to realise the thing had been laughing.
He wanted to close his eyes, to wish it all away once more, but something like an icy wind pressed against the underside of his chin and raised his head.
The creature was crouched over the chair, one void-finger lifting James' face to see what had once been its face - what was now just a gaping void.
"Look at me, James. Look at desire. Look and see."
The chattering echoed in his thoughts as he stared, transfixed, into the void. It grew louder with every passing second, turning every thought into nails, spikes and broken glass. He stared for an eternity, taking in the emptiness and turning it into his pain. He stared at nothing, nothing but - a speck of white appeared in the void. First one, then another and another. More and more, until the black was seething with ivory dots, drawing closer to him. He tried to make out what they were, squinting  to see just a little clearer. There was a certain sharpness about each dot, growing more evident as they drew closer. The swirled around him, nearer and nearer. They almost reminded him of - teeth.
James finally had a reason to struggle, but it was far too late. Ribbons and ribbons of teeth swarmed around him, turned red as they sawed away at everything he had been. One final scream escaped him, a scream cut short as the white turned to void once more - this time for good.