It was bitterly cold when I stepped out of the theater into the night's air
after watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show on All Hallows Eve. I drew my leather
jacket tightly around me and pulled my hands up into my sleeves for warmth. I
hate the cold, but Rocky provided me with an emotional feeding frenzy. It filled
my dinner bill for the week, an empath's paradise.
I've been going to Rocky for eight years now, I never missed a show. It was
always the same, the show, the people, everything, but it provided me with ample
nourishment, and that was what mattered.
Everyone was leaving to do the 'after Rocky thing' and I was left alone. Being
an empath left me with no friends, for they never outlived their usefulness. As
the winter wind absently blew leaves across my path, I sensed a presence.
I quickly turned around to put a face to a feeling and there he was. No one
knew who he was, but like me, he never missed a show. Where as I would feel the
people, he would watch them. His eyes searched for something, I don't know what.
He was beautiful and he moved like smoke. He dressed in leather with long brown
hair and dark mysterious eyes.
I could feel his hunger, it ate away inside of me with such intensity I almost
couldn't control it. It was a feeling that was new to me, bestial and primal in
its nature. Sometimes I'd have to leave the theater and release my building wild
passion before I lost control. An overload of intense feelings could knock me
out or worse kill me. I knew the danger, yet I felt drawn to him, drawn to his
hunger. I realized I had been staring, when his eyes locked in mine. I couldn't
look away and the hunger began in me again.
His eyes issued a warning at me and the force of his anger made my head pound.
He got in his black car and drove away. Ignoring the pain of his silent threat,
I got into my car and followed him. My mind started to wander as I fantasized
about tying him down and running my hot tongue slowly down his solid muscled flesh.
I would feed upon each pleasurable emotion he felt, letting it slip inside and
fill me with its power. As I fantasized, my breath became heavy and the road disappeared
from my view. My hand expertly parted my pink lips feeling the hot moist flesh
underneath. A familiar beat began in my head; my blood lust had once more been
birthed into existence. My hand kept time to the
primal, pulsating rhythm. My heartbeat left my body and surrounded me growing,
sending shudders throughout my physique. I exploded in a wet pulsating wave as
flesh and fingers became one. My mind was jerked back to reality, as I realized
he had topped his car and I had automatically pulled in behind him. I
quickly glanced at my surroundings, but I had no inkling of where I was. He
had gotten out of his car and was rapping on my window. His dragon ring clicked
absently on the glass. I turned off the engine and got out of my car.
I took in his emotions of rage as he threw me forcefully up against my car
pinning my hands behind my head screaming, "Why did you follow me?" I could easily
handle his anger. I leached it from him and he loosened his grip on me. He asked
me again, "Why did you follow me?" I answered him with my hands, which I ran down
his shirtfront feeling the marbled flesh beneath.
This surprised him. I could feel an old familiar longing welling up from hundreds
of years past. Hundreds? I continued to explore his fine features and he continued
to retreat far into the past.
I ran my fingernails up and down his back, drawing blood. He arched cat-like
throwing his head back trying to control something. What? I couldn't sense.
I brought my scarlet lips close to his pale throat and gently nibbled on his
flesh. Without warning I increased the intensity of my teeth and bit him ferociously
wolf-like. He moaned.
I looked up at him, he was so beautiful the hunger in his eyes made him all
the more desirable. His blood called to mine and I kissed him. At first, I was
gentle, but that soon faded as my hunger intensified. I was soon devouring him
with my kisses and he responded in kind. Our tongues met with electricity as my
hands undid his leather belt and unzipped his pants.
I released his demon from its leather prison and felt it press hard against
me. He broke away from our kiss and his emotions changed, they embodied dreaming.
He had become lost in the dream. He kissed me again drawing me into him, impaling
his tongue deeply through me. He threw me down against the still warm car hood
and pinned my hands above me. He pulled up my leather mini-skirt and launched
into me with inhuman strength. I wrapped my legs around him pulling him deeper
within me. I felt pleasure and pain in one intense sensation. His thoughts became
my thoughts. His world mine. In my mind red eyes pierced the darkness and bore
into my soul devouring what they found there. His nails ripped through my leather
jacket cutting into my flesh.
He was fiercely pumping into me as if his life depended upon it. My mind lay
on the edge of his world and mine. My head exploded as we came in a rush of monochromatic
light. I was unsure of whose reality I had emerged from. He slumped over me, releasing
my arms and resting his head on my chest. He was physically and emotionally spent
and so was I.
He raised his head to look at me as tears of blood ran down his cheeks. The
full moon glinted off them likening them to rubies. One fell from his cheek to
mine. With delicate care he licked the drop of blood off of my cheek and kissed
where it had been. He drew me up to him and he held me cradled in his arms. He
began nuzzling my neck, slowly kissing, and then running his tongue across the
pale skin. His hot tongue sent shivers of excitement running through me. He bit
into my neck, at first there was only pain, but that soon gave way to a very gratifying
sensation. Wave after wave of bliss washed over me until I was bathed in it. My
body was no longer mine to control. I was his. My spirit fought to be released
from its earthly prison. I could feel nothing but the ecstasy of the moment, the
delight of becoming one with another being. Our souls intermingled and I felt
his emotions as my own. In our hunger, we devoured each other within until all
that remained was the physical shell. And then there was darkness.
The vampire laid his dead bride down upon the car hood and knew what he must
do. He was empty inside, there was nothing left. It had been so long, but now
he was free. The morning sun rose in ribbons of light that ripped through his
being, but he felt no pain. He became one with everything, and then there was
Teresa M Verdin 2003©
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