He awoke in the middle of the night to find his sheets
damp with sweat. He could still hear the mysterious woman from
his dream beckoning him to join her. He could still see her beautiful
form silhouetted against the full moon in that open field. He
had been having this recurring dream for the past five nights.
Although there was nothing inherently alarming with the dream,
it still left him with a sense of apprehension. There was another
feeling mixed with his apprehension which he could not quite make
out. It lay buried just below his consciousness. He vaguely sensed
that this emotion was some combination of a longing need and excitement.
He had not been able to concentrate for the past
few days. The image of that mystery woman kept invading his thoughts.
He felt somehow in touch with her, as if they were soulmates or
lovers. He could not stop thinking about her and how beautiful
she was, and the wanting inside of him kept increasing.
He stares blankly at the ceiling trying to make some
sense out of the situation. The pale light from the full moon
floods in through the window casting a dull glow about the room.
As he is lost in thought a rapping sound comes from outside the
window. Turning his head in that direction he sees her shadowy
form framed by the pane of glass. Getting out of bed he moves
with dreamlike slowness until he is standing in front of the window
gazing into her eyes. He is lost in her beauty in a trance-like
state and does not try and comprehend how she can be floating
two stories up in front of him.
He stares into her eyes for what seems like an eternity
before she finally speaks. "I have been waiting for you and
now you are ready. Let me in." He is dumbfounded for a few
moments before he can respond. "But you're a vampire."
"Yes, and you were meant for me. Let me in." "But
you're a vampire." "I promise not to kill you; I am
bound by my word. Let me in." The power in her gaze is too
much for him. Feeling his will drain away, he undoes the latch
and lifts up the window, stepping back as she climbs into his
room.
With her in the room he can see the fullness of her
beauty. Her skin is white, but not pale, in fact it seems to almost
glow in the moonlight. Her hair is long, straight and dark. Her
eyes are a beautiful shade of brown. Her lips are full and red.
She reaches out to him and brings him into a tight embrace. Gazing
into her eyes he is lost in their infinite depth. Bringing her
lips to his she kisses him, pulling him closer towards her. Her
kiss is passionate and her body is warm and full of life, much
different then what would be expected from one of the undead.
She loosens her hold on him long enough to remove
his nightshirt which she discards on the floor. She resumes her
kissing, staring at his mouth and moving her lips slowly down
his neck and chest. Reaching his abdomen she removes his shorts
then steps back to undo her robe, letting it slowly glide to the
floor. Staring at her perfectly proportioned body, he is again
captivated by her beauty.
As she embraces him again, the sensation of her naked
flesh against his sends tiny electric shivers through his body.
She leads him to the bed and gently forces him down onto it. Kissing
him again she forces herself onto him, who is definitely more
than willing and able. The sensations she gives him are more fantastic
than anything he has ever felt before. She brings him to soaring
new heights of ecstasy. He has never felt so completely with someone
before in his life.
After what seems like an eternity of lovemaking,
it is over. She leaves him almost breathless. He is able to pant
out "thank you" as he holds her tightly. She kisses
him briefly and then brings her mouth to the base of his neck.
Snapping to alertness at the realization of what she is about
to do, he stammers "no, but you promised." "I promised
that I wouldn't kill you, but I didn't say anything about not
feeding. Hold still I don't want to cause you any unnecessary
pain."
As her canines pierce the skin of his neck into his
jugular he utters a single gasp. The pain is intense, as intense
as the pleasure before. But this too brings him to new realms
of sensation. The feeling of her taking part in his life force
is incredible and in its own way erotic. This gift of his, no
matter if involuntary, is the pinnacle of sharing and closeness
that is possible between two people. He holds her tightly as he
feels her gain strength from him.
After a few minutes she eases up and stops drinking.
Running her tongue over the small wound on his neck, she causes
the blood to congeal. Smiling at him she once more kisses him
as they embrace. The salty taste of his own blood on her lips
and in her mouth is oddly exciting and pleasurable.
Leaning her head against his shoulder as they continue
to embrace, she looks at him as he gazes again into her eyes.
He whispers "stay the night with me" which is somewhere
between a question and a request. "Of course I will lover"
she replies smiling. "Tonight and all those that will follow."
Copyright 1993, Will A. Sanborn - was1@shore.net