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'You lay there, sleeping……. ‘sleeping’….that’s a strange word in this context. Do you even sleep? Maybe, ‘sleep’ is just a word I use, describing something I do not understand. Maybe, you’re not asleep now, anyway. Maybe it’s just your way of putting me at ease, your way of comforting me; making me feel like I still dwell within regularity. Even as I wonder this, you’re wide awake, reading my thoughts with faint amusement, savoring the immense control you hold over me.'
As if on cue, her eyes snap open, and she smiles. A sly, knowing grin. I was right.
She rose up, drawing her raven hair back, and drew up her legs to her chest ; never breaking eye-contact with me the entire time. “You didn’t let me finish the job last night." Her voice is like a knife on velvet. Sensuous. Lethal. So soft, so tragic. She could kill with angelic grace. And I’d beg for it.
“I…didn’t..” I manage to stutter out something.
“Didn’t what? Hmm? “ The voice gets softer, even more charming.
“I didn’t…want it.”
“No? Why ever not? “
“I don’t think I want to turn into…..”
“That’s what they all say, love. Funny how that never stands.”
“No.” I said, my voice finding some solid ground. “ I’m sure I don’t want it. “
“You’ll want to stay your utterly weak, fragile, far too frail self then? ” She’s almost smiling. She knows she’ll talk me into it. She knows she’ll get her way.
“Yes.”
“Can’t I change your mind? “ She asks, almost cooing this time.
“No..”
“Are you sure? “ Her voice is almost a throaty moan now, as she leans forward, eyes locked with mine again, and holds my face in her hands, kissing me deeply. She digs at my mouth with her tongue. It’s intoxicating. I find myself unable to resist her as she slowly pushes me back down, enveloping me. It’s blissful, ecstatic. The kiss lasts almost for a minute, until she raises her mouth, and, smiling, bares her pearly white fangs, poised to sink down on my throat.
I push her away, and get up. The resonating cascade of emotions that had been built up, breaks apart in an instant. She’s almost hurt by what I did. She just sits there, leaning against the pillow, turning her head sideways, locking me in her disappointed gaze. “You’re so damn stubborn.” She says. Venomous emphasis on every word, voice clearly betraying discontentment. “Yeah well you can’t blame me for trying to be humane.” I reply, still struggling, trying to return my breathing to normal.
She folds her arms, clearly annoyed. “I can’t believe you humans.”.
“Why ever not?”
“I can’t believe you humans…it’s almost ridiculous!”
“What is? “
“Your fascination with our kind. I don’t get it at all. You endlessly revere us, your literature, your arts – even some of your lifestyles - overflows in awe of us. And yet , you dread us. You’re terrified of us. I just don’t get it….what is your fascination with us anyway?”
“….I don’t know. It’s probably a morbid attraction of sorts.”
“What is it about us? Our world – what almost all of your kind knows as a myth – why’re you so allured by it? What is it about us that explains your enduring fascination?”
“You’re asking the wrong guy. I’ve never been remotely interested in it.”
She barely heard me. “Is it the overtones of sexual lust, or the immense power which we hold? Is it our immortality you covet?”
“Look, I really don’t know what dark, hidden parts of humans’ psyche are aroused and captivated by your kind, and-“
She cut me off. “And if that is what humans are attracted to us for, at the end of all this debate, I still don’t get why you’d refuse your initiation.”
I was incensed by that last insinuation. “You know I’m not attracted to you for all those reasons. I don’t really give a damn about your power, your immortality, or whatever.”
She was a bit taken aback by this sudden flurry. I could see it in her face. Strike one. I went on. “I’d known you two years before you cared to share your little secret with me. And I’d already fallen in love with you then.”
She couldn’t come up with a scathing reply to that. In fact, she couldn’t come up with anything at all. Counting strike two, I pitched on.
“It was because of…..ah hell – forget it. It was for a lot of reasons, and you …not being..human….wasn’t one of them..”
Strike three. But that wasn’t about to stop me.
“And I’m really sorry to disappoint you – but I really think I’d prefer staying the way I am. I could do without all that power. I could do with only you.”
And there it is.
Silence.
Sadistic torture, times like this.
“Sorry for that.”. It’s a quiet, subdued statement. She also means it.
“I’m really, really sorry. “ . She reaches over, holding my right arm with her own, eyes carefully cast downwards. Somehow, it’s a sight that makes my heart turn over with affection. I’m a sucker for it.
“But….I do want you for life, you know. You’re the one I’m in love with. There’s no getting around it. There’s only one way we can be together, forever.”
I didn’t have anything to say. I knew she was right.
“And you know I’m right. “ She continued, fighting back a grin. Reading my mind again.
“So.” –she continued. “What should we….. do about it?” That silky, entrancing charm was back.
“I really don’t know. Lets-“
“No. I got a better idea.” She cuts me off, grinning.
“Like what?”
“Well….since you’re not too keen on turning….”
“Yes…? “
“Well…..I could …you know…slow down your aging……” She says furtively, an amused gleam in her eyes.
“How?” I asked, bewildered.
“Here - I’ll show you.” I feel her lips curving into a smile, as she kisses me again ; pushing me back down on the bed.
If I was your vampire
Certain as the moon -
Instead of killing time,
We'll have each other until the sun.
If I was your vampire
Death waits for no one.
Hold my hands across your face
Because I do believe our time has come.
The way we see it
We are one and the same
Destined to be in harmony
Both seeking hearts to burn with, in accord,
Burn In flames
She says "love is blind
We're all destined for change"
Put her lips up to my ear
Her breathe, cold, freezing on my face.
This is where it starts
This is where it will end
Here comes the moon again.
