*It's 3 in the morning, and I've been awake for over an hour... I decided to use this time and create a story*
Would it be a lesser story if I were to say the night was not stormy and cold? That thunder left its howling rage upon someone else's doorstep and that lightning did not rip apart the sky with blinding streaks?
Perhaps.
But this night is like so many classic nights. Rain pummels the windows, millions of tiny demons determined to break through and invade the devastation behind chilled glass. Vibrations shake the floor and walls, quaking as all the gods in the heavens release their fury.
A sin is being committed. This I think I should tell you upfront. As the midnight wind screams its melancholia, a life is being stolen and given, all in the same blood spattered breath.
Her naked body lays in natural splendor, candlelight dancing off her curves, melting into the shadows of the bed. He watches, black eyes keen and vibrant, the slightest droplet of crimson trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He waits.
She had been the sweetest he'd ever devoured. From the heat radiating off her body, engulfing him in flames, to the succulent ripeness of breast and core. Nearly forgetting his hunger, he satiated his lust. As she arched her back with climax, calling out to her orthodox god, he said a prayer to his heathen ones, teeth finding purchase in the fragile flesh of her throat.
Her body fell limp. One arm held her close as he drank with greed and desire. Oh, how he'd never tasted anything so fresh. Like robust wine, she intoxicated him, his mind blurring with each passing moment.
And then he knew.
It would be a shameful waste of so much beauty. The moment her veins began to withdraw, her life flowing delicious and hot, he gave her back. Two crescent marks stained her ivory flesh, her skin no longer flushed with passion. She lay, soft and delicate, an angel without wings, beneath him.
Admiring his doing, he contemplated the consequences of his actions.
Living an eternity in solitude, finding comfort in the cloak of night, feasting upon the gullible and craving, he wanted more. Needed more. He wanted to walk the streets with a semblance of pride and joy. And he had her now. He'd have her forever.
Just as dawn breached the horizon and he heard the vampire's calling to retreat, she stirred. Eyes fluttering, mouth quivering, she graced him with a sad but bewitching smile.
Man...this is quite intesne here. Well done, especially considering the time of day. Hopefully you actually got some decent sleep since then. :)
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
Bugger that! You need the Sandman after all. :) Invite him to come with the Boogieman for muffins. :)
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
*insert pirate tone here* Argh Argh Argh! The classical blood thirsty cursed foul case, ey, matey? *end impersonating * well I guess it's true that Vlad Tepes the Impaler has inspired more movies than anything else in the world, and it still isn't getting old! it still makes me shake to the boots... of fascination more than of fear... of excitement... hehe anyway, this is very graphic (without the "porno" part in the front, just plain graphic ) well, as always, you've held the bar high for all that this story involves: narration, imagery, vocabulary, display, twist at the end... wow! you know? that's like WOW!... I mean... how beautifully unexpected and original... maybe I'm not so literate to know everything that's been written about vampires, but I haven't met that situation from all that I know so far... thank you for the read! sharing is the most beautiful thing besides actually writing it hehe much love keep it gutter keep us enthralled and do get some sleepy sleep time, you deserve it you know, sometimes dreams can be more inspiring than insomnia
Haha, good point Alexe. And Poe, I do have to agree with all he said about your story writing abilities...maybe you can help me out sometime...I need some skills, lol. But more importantly, get some sleepy sleep time. :)
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
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