Moonlight glittered silver on the trees. Each leaf was defined in acid
iridescence. The full round face of the moon peeked through the oval leaves and
into gray eyes. The gray eyes, smoky like quartz, were momentarily eclipsed by
eyelids fringed with thick black lashes. The lashes brushed against cheeks
smudged with the remnants of the night's mascara. The cheeks were tickled by
wisps of black flair. The hair was swept back and held by spidery hands with
sanguine nails. The corner of the right pinkie fingernail rested in the bend of
the full red mouth. The full red mouth parted slightly to reveal strong sharp
white teeth. The teeth were eased apart and full-throated laughter rang out of
the mouth. The laughter carried down into the city tar below and a man awoke,
startled, in his bed.
He sat up in the dark, clutching the thin bedsheet to his chest as if it could
offer some protection against the dream that woke him. Cold rivulets of sweat
ran down his forehead over his cheek to his chin to drip onto the powerless
sheet. He glanced from side to side to see if he were alone. Yes, she had dumped
him. How could he have forgotten. He still didn't understand why they had to
break-up and stop having sex. He felt going out and fucking were mutually
exclusive events. She didn't. That didn't matter now, he had better things to
dream about. In the blue-defined room, the moon shone in and made patterns on
his white sheet front the leaves on the tree outside his window. The vision of a
pale red-lipped lover hovered over him. He shook his head to clear it, spraying
sweat drops onto the pristine sheets. He never could get back to sleep after
having a dream that vivid. He decided to take a walk.
She watched as the tall sleek man walked out of his house. She thought about how
it would feel to run her fingers through his long light-brown hair. She thought
about all of the life coursing through his veins, and how it could all be hers.
But this was a fine specimen of a human, maybe she would keep him around for a
while. He could work as a snack. She waited under her tree and twirled around,
letting her long black skirts swish about her booted ankles. She could see him,
now, a block away.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing, his phantom lover come to life. He
ambled over to her tree and tried to think of something clever to say. He
managed a "hi". That was all he could think of besides her. She eclipsed his
reality, was eternity incarnate. She smiled at him and removed the need for
conversation by kissing him passionately. He felt a sharp pain in his tongue,
but then she began licking it gently, and all of the hurt vanished. As she moved
from his mouth to his neck, all he could think about was how he wanted to belong
to her forever.
She sighed. She longed for the man who could resist her. What good was a willing
food source for a companion. Didn't anyone try to resist a blood-sucker anymore?
More and more recently, victims welcomed her advances if they didn't actually
invite her in the first place. She was sad to see such a sweet face fall by the
wayside, but she was searching for a mate, an equal, and he was not it. She
stroked his hair gently, it was indeed as soft as she had hoped, and as he
murmured, "I love you,' she bit into the tender flesh of his neck. He didn't
struggle, but happily abandoned himself to the pleasurable vortex that she
hurled him into with her last kiss. As she set his body beneath the tree and
stepped away, she bad one regret. She wished she had made love to him while he
was alive.
But then again, death and sex are not mutually exclusive events.