Darkness calls and I must answer.
Out the door, into the night, not sure where I'm going or why, but knowing I must go. I can hear
you calling me, you who have been gone so many years now. My imagination of course...won't my
shrink have a field day with this one! Well, imagination or not, I still must go.
 No
moon tonight. It should be dark but it isn't. The stars spread across the sky sparkle in the
quiet still lake until facing the water is like looking into a vast tunnel sprinkled with light.
I stop a moment to savor the beauty of the night sky, just a moment before the intensity of the
call pulls me on down the beach. My feet make soft, wet sounds as I walk along the narrow strip
of sand between the lake and the cliff.
I'm starting to be a bit afraid now as my mind starts to exert itself over my heart. Are you
really calling me? Am I as crazy as they say I am? Living alone all these years, here at the
place you disappeared so long ago. Spending my nights alone, wrapped in your memory. Oh beloved
insanity, if I can believe it's you, what does it matter if it's not real? Onward, faster now
that both mind and heart are in agreement.
Running across the sand, careless of my footing. Running towards you. Oh yes, towards you and
always and only you. Pain of a sudden. Unexpected, sharp...my stride breaks and I stumble, falling
to my knees. Blood, warm on my foot, pouring from the cut. I can feel it, see it black in the
starlight, smell it coppery sweet in the night air. I feel dizzy as I struggle back to my feet.
A few steps and I fall again, sobbing, as I feel your call wash over me. Crawling towards you
now, overwhelmed by pain, by the heavy darkness. A light breeze and the stillness of the night
is disturbed.
Gentle waves stir on the calm lake. The sound of the moving water grows louder and louder, impossibly
loud. The low waves roll over my body, gently, warmly. Noise. Shatteringly loud, crashing as
if these small waves were yards rather than inches high. The waves are speaking your name; a
whisper at first then louder and louder until the water shouts your name, my name, echoes your
call. My body yearns toward you but I can go no further. Your call is all around me now and I
cannot tell which way to go. I feel the waves tugging at me, pulling me gently into their embrace.
I close my eyes and smile as the warm water enfolds me. One way or the other, I'll soon be in
your arms again. I don't struggle. I lay here drifting in your name.
My eyes open wide as the water rushes from me and strong arms lift me upwards into the cool night
breeze. Your arms never felt, could never feel like this and yet...your face, pale in the moonlight,
is above me. Your hair, long and wild as always, caresses my skin, tangling in my arms. I shiver,
and your body is chill against me, not burning hot as I remember your embrace. Fear, pain, beginnings
of panic. Then your eyes meet mine and you whisper my name and I am, as always, yours. Struggles
ended before they began I lie passively in your arms, content to go wherever you might take me.
Away from the beach, the sound of the waves fading behind us, sand giving way to soil, grass,
trees. The forest blocks the stars as we move within its darkness. Then suddenly, total darkness,
and the sounds of the night are muffled in stone. I stare down the darkness of the cave. Black
blacker than blackest night, but wait...a flicker of light, swiftly gone and far away but growing
steadily nearer, steadily stronger, until finally we stand before a single candle, the sconce
set into the stone of this hidden retreat.
Scraps of cloth cover the floor in one corner, candlelight gleaming on silks and velvet...sumptuous
fabrics, but tattered and faded with age, scattered about the stone floor haphazardly. To this
corner you take me, dropping gracefully to your knees and laying me upon this strange nest. The
cold of the cave seeps into me and I shiver again, and now your hands seem warmer against me
as they strip me of my sodden clothes. As the last vestige of my clothing slips over my feet
you pause, my wounded foot cupped gently in your hands. I whimper a bit from the pain and lay
back against the clothes, trusting you, loving you. I feel your gentle kiss on my foot and I
smile...are you going to kiss it better? My eyes fly open when I feel your tongue softly licking
the blood from my ankle. I start to pull away but your hand on my leg is firm as stone and I
cannot move.
Not now, and not when your mouth moves over the cut and your tongue probes its depths and pain
shoots up my leg as ! your mouth locks on the wound and you begin to suck at the free flowing
blood. I shiver uncontrollably now, my eyes wide, locked on the sight of you feeding from my
pain. Your lips against my foot grow warmer even as my leg grows cold.  Again
I start to struggle against your grip but your hand presses into my stomach now, half hurting,
half caressing and I fall back in surrender...I could not resist you even if my body were capable,
not you, never you.
After an eternity I feel your mouth traveling up my leg, your lips warm now, my skin ice-cold.
Your warmth works it's way to my groin, nuzzling, licking, tasting as you used to do so often.
My eyes are closed in pleasure now, in remembrance, though the chill is spreading up my leg and
into my hips. Then suddenly, pain! A small scream escapes me and weakly I lift my head to see
your mouth locked on my inner thigh. I can see you clearly now, your eyes feral, your lips draw
back in a snarl and I can see the fangs deeply embedded in my flesh. I grow colder still.
Finally, you move up, your body covering mine, uniting with it, with me. I'm a great mass of
cold now, but your fiery heat warms me and I find myself moving with you, with the rhythm of
your love. I throw back my head in ecstasy and your fangs fasten on my throat. Yes. Pain, pleasure,
all the same. Take me, take all of me, I am yours. Burning cold as your face draws back. I see
the wildness fading from your eyes as my body starts to spasm and I can feel myself starting
to fall into the blackness. Your eyes widen and you whisper "no..." I smile to reassure
you as the tears, blood red, overflow your eyes and you scream now, "No!" It's all
right, my love, I've always known I would die for you...but I have no breath to say the words
and your sobs overtake you and you hold me to your chest as I lay dying. Barely, just barely
I can turn my head, kiss the blood tears from your neck. Something in me stirs, strengthens at
the taste and I lick the scarlet trails from your skin. You draw away again and I hiss, protesting.
Your eyes are wide and wondering as you look at me and then savagely your lips plunder mine.
I bite at your mouth, tasting the blood that flows from your torn lip, greedily sucking at this
small wound. Oh, it hurts to feel the warmth flowing from my body faster than it's coming from
yours! I whimper as you pull your head away from my lips but only for a moment. Your own hand
is at your throat, the nails impossibly long and sharp and then blood is spurting, flowing, covering
us and you are pressing me to the wound, my greedy mouth clamping onto that heat-giving fountain.
You shudder and I can feel your body moving again with mine, but both of us burning now and pleasure-pain
flooding every vein in my body. I can feel your pleasure building, building and I throw my head
back and scream as it bursts over me, carrying me with it.
Afterwards, after I've licked the blood from your body and you from mine, after the joyous tears
streak crimson down both of our cheeks, after all the words that lovers whisper in the night,
I lay in your arms as I feel the sun rising outside our sanctuary and the cold lethargy of day
starts to overtake me and I am not afraid, because I know that tomorrow night, we will rise...to
feed.
Forever more.
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