Post by crowsrlaughin on Oct 27, 2005 12:51:17 GMT -5
She woke up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding without recess, blood pumping to every edge of her body.
Beating...
Beating...
Breathing...
Does she dare peek under her bed, or does she pull the covers up over her head?
Gulp!
She sighed and crawled out of bed, wrapping her slight, fragile arms about her youthfully endowed chest. Squeezing tightly, moving to the window to look down over the earth below, standing still within her vision.
Sigh.
Moonlight danced across the land, dividing and splicing through the trees that formed a canopy overhead.
Turning she moved to grab her silk robe to throw over her nightgown, moved down the steps and outside to her garden.
Whoosh!
Walking along the cobblestone path restless, almost as if she was the walking dead, letting naive eyes of celestial blue raise to the moon. Sitting down upon one of her benches, a cool breeze greets her, setting golden curls askew.
Beating...
Beating...
Breathing...
There was a noise. No, don't look behind you...don't dare to envision what it could possibly be.
A hand was placed upon her shoulder.
Gasp!
She chanced a look behind and up to the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. He seemed to illuminate in the pale, reckless glow of the moon. Her eyes were unable to wander from such macabre beauty.
It was as if he walked out of a silent film; a regular Valentino. But why was he here? How did he get here? No questions, his eyes seemed to command.
Don’t speak.
Lust.
Beating...
Beating...
Breathing...
He smiled. She smiled. They stood up as one and he took her into his strong arms. They danced. They waltzed. He moved like an angel, feet gliding as if they were adorned with wings.
She was entranced, lost in him...lost within him, his very being. They danced to what sounded like the music of the night, to what seemed to be a millennia of twilight.
DOn’t speak.
Lust.
His lips had found hers, which met with an unpleasant yet familiar metallic taste, but it was a dominating flavor. Had she ever felt more alive? He had to be an angel with such gentle lips.
Don't speak.
Lust.
She replied with her own kiss, her arms twining about his neck. Holding tightly to her delusion, this perfect night gentleman. He had seemed to form from the very mists. She purred as his lips eagerly traveled down her jaw line and to her neck. But then it went terribly wrong. No.
Don't speak.
Lust.
Beating...
Beating...
Breathing...
It was the first tear of her skin, the assault of his fangs into her neck that was like being poked with two surgical needles at once. Oh! Oooooh! Then the decrease of pain, like an addict entering the desired state of euphoria.
An acid trip...ecstasy trails...heroin addiction...it all flooded her mind. Her heart sped up as if on speed or PCP. She could do anything. He empowered her. His tainted saliva kept her blood flowing, full of fear, lust, aspirations, inspirations, love, sorrow, and anger. Every emotion sent her adrenaline shooting full speed. But slowly, like any drug, it began its downward spiral. She couldn't feel her legs now; she wasn't even sure if she was on them anymore. Where were her feet? He was holding her...that is all that mattered.
Her skin began curdling as if maggots were birthed beneath her flesh. It grew wrinkled and dry, sliding against muscle like a crepe sleeve. She had aged fifty years in moments; he was drinking her dry. She then screamed, or tried to, thrashing against him till he laughed and threw her to the ground.
She felt a snap...was that bone? She couldn’t even look. Every bit of her was in pain now. Grasping for what used to be her midnight lover but was now a twilight fear. He would not help her. He picked her up then by her throat, nails biting flesh, welts of red left along one remaining expanse of fair skin.
Adrenaline still pumping.
Don't speak.
Fear.
Be..a..t..ing...
Be...a..t...ing...
Br...eat...hing...
Everything was getting so dark, so filmy. Her eyes were fighting to remain open. Then it was over. A simple crushing of her windpipe, like plastic in his grasp. Snapping her neck in two...snapping it right in half, like an animal. Leaving her head to loll along her neck. He left her lying there in whatever excess vitae remained. Her gown now saturated in this new hue. The moon caressed over her pale body like sparkly diamonds, preserving her in this state of endless ecstasy.
Don't Speak.
Silence...
Silence...
Death...
