AND THEN THERE WAS DARKNESS...

By RED


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.

HUNGER...

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.

HUNGER...

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.

NO÷

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.

ANGER...HUNGER...ANGER...

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.

SURPRISE...LONGING...HUNGER...

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.

LONGING...HUNGER...BLOODLUST...

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.

HUNGER...BLOODLUST...DESIRE...

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.

BLOODLUST...DESIRE...PLEASURE...

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.

DESIRE...PLEASURE...HUNGER...

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.

PAIN...PLEASURE...BLOODLUST...

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.

RELEASE...GRATITUDE...BLOODLUST...

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 darkness.

Teresa M Verdin 2003©

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