DARK LUST

She lays still, peaceful, unaware of her fate.
Every breath she breathes feeding the innocent dreams,
molding her sleeping conscious. The room rests,
serene, all dressed in white, a last attempt to induce
a southern sense of virgin purity. To the left
stretch glassed French doors, wide open as if inviting
in the mysterious black of the night. The moonlight
pours in, tainting the white room with temptation, and
eerie longing. The white curtains dance to the
inexpressible silence, with the flirtatious fall air.
She drifts in this beauty nightly; unaware of its
perfection, only her hidden dreams dare to yield to
the same air. This night, however, will be different.
Already she paints a new destiny, turning toward the
silhouette that stains the moonlit canvas. With her
long dark lashes resting on her blushed cheeks, and
dark hair fanning from her pale untouched skin, she
dreams on. The same silhouette dominated the doorway,
drinking the sight in its unspoiled and tempting
likeness. He observes, undetected, unmoving. With his
back to the moonlight, the lust in his gray eyes is
hidden within the mysterious shadows that dutifully
hide his face. This face is chiseled not only in
physique, but also in time, an unchanging, cursed
being, the only indication of weariness rests in his
eyes, which in themselves sport the same lifeless,
penetrating stupor as the first day he felt the
thirst. But to him the past played no part at this
stalled moment, with his limitless existence time was
no measure. Around his pale face hung dark, windswept
hair, it blew in the softening breeze. His build was
evidence of countless nights of hunting and feeding,
each muscle sculpted to artistic perfection; but much
like a sculpture, this being was chiseled in stone,
never to be altered. Chilled, as the night of which
we speak, was the heart that ceased to beat so long
ago.

His curiosity, lust, and driving thirst prodded him
closer to the sleeping girl. His long black coat
caught the wind as he stepped inside, but the blissful
beauty didn't stir. The girl's pale velvet skin could
be seen despite the towering shadow, he now cast over
her.

He approached the radiant beauty, who breathed a
thousand lonely nights on her rosy lips. He traced
her elegant outline with his lustful eyes, envying the
sheet that enveloped her tempting curves as it warmed
her, as the man's chilling presence ran an unknowing
shiver through her.

Unable to distinguish between her dreams, and the man
that stood before her, she awoke peacefully at the
cooling touch of this thirsty being, running a finger
down her satin skin. In a daze, beginning to realize
the erotic reality of this dark silhouette that
guarded her, she gazed up. Unfazed at her awakening,
as if knowing that the white room and the innocent
white gown, she gracefully wore, failed to cleanse the
mind of this beauty; the subject of her dreams was as
clear as the moonlight that bled past the mysterious
man.

She arched her back nonchalantly, as if posing, as
her sheet was removed exposing her fair skin. His
thirst surpassed him, he lowered himself over the
girl, her expression showed her begging to be taken,
her skin begging to be touched, and life begging to be
tasted.

The stranger glided his hands across the lady's soft
satin skin, running exited shivers down her virgin
back. He found himself overtaken by lust, setting his
thirst aside; he made love to the girl. He sensed her
desperate innocence, read the hungry desire in her
dark solemn eyes. It was a blind, senseless matter;
the peace of the night rarely disturbed. But as far
as lovemaking goes this, unlike most details of the
story, was no exception. The girl's soft heating skin
writhed under the immense power of the stranger. He
controlled her then, like none had before; his
presence within her powered her bucking hips, and
blinded her with burning pleasure. He steered her
through the darkest of her fantasies, searching her
divine body with guilty curiosity. Her skin now shone
in the moonlight beaded with licentious sweat, she
gasped in erotic bliss. The stranger's hair draped
over her awed face, her own clinging to her heated,
and moist skin. She arched her elegant back as she
reached the height of her pleasure, gasping in
ecstasy, and feeling her loins seize in erotic,
orgasmic rapture.

Feeling the beauty quiver under him, brought him to
peak too. However he was reminded of his task when
the senseless pleasure was stolen from him. There was
no emotion to feel, no heart in which to feel it.
Filling her sweet virgin flesh he quickly moved from
one high to the next. Simply knowing he had changed
her life would not suffice for him; and he decided, as
he moved up along her sweet velvet skin, to trap her
in this moment forever.

He felt a burning desire creep up through his body.
He traced along her slender neck and shoulders with
his eyes, mapping what will scar the girl in more ways
he could ever imagine. He felt his thirst now blazing
inside him, his senses were tuned, and his lust for
her mortality, fresh. Just by touching her he could
feel her blood rush inside her. Her heart pulsed the
indescribable sensations she had just felt, throughout
her body and onto the searching hands of the stranger
with whom she shared her bed.

That night as the mysterious man leaned over this
innocent girl, the moon disguised itself behind a
thick film of clouds. The white pure room became
tainted by the dark of the night. Shadows lurked in
crevices that before held no ambiguity, no mystery.
The still white bed lay in the shadows drenched with
the sin that bound the two. As the moon slid neatly
behind the clouds, our mysterious lover ran his
aching, teasing hands along the girls neck prolonging
his own unique lust.

Brushing her dark hair away from her neck, he watched
her pulse beg from under her pastel skin. Nuzzling on
her neck for a while, he feels his hunger overtake
him.

Feeling his body flush with desire, his fangs emerge,
glinting in the milky moonlight. He licks his lips,
and his fangs before finally slowly sinking his jaw
deep into her innocent neck. The girl is torn out of
her bliss, her eyes stricken with horror. She
struggles trying to escape her doom. The vampire's
eyes fall closed, feeling the hot blood seep from his
lips, still drinking. His lips drip with scarlet
remorse, trickling down her neck, and distaining her
sheets, now lined with sin. His moans are muted, he
feels the energy drain from the girl. Her body
seizes, her back arched, she gropes the stained sheets
beneath her. Her screams are silenced by the new
sensation overtaking her body. He slides a hand down
her slender neck, down her chest, holding her down;
acknowledging that the beating of her heart had
tapered…the first step of her transformation already
taking effect. Alarmed, she clutches his hand on her
chest, knowingly, both cupping her breast. As their
hands touch he feels her body had cooled.

He retreats from the bed, draped in sheets of red
lust, and regret. He steps back observing what he
would be leaving behind. The beauty's stare was
chilled, fixated on the vampire; her eyes follow him
as he makes his way to the gapeing doors. Her arms
lay stretched above her head, her legs sprawled limply
on her bed. She glances down herself, the blood still
crawling on the fabric around her, her hair draped
around her face. Her expression stale, shocked, but
her chest still rose and fell. A new being thrived
within her, fled through her blood, it overtook her
being, her existence, her future.

The vampire stood, filling the doorway, drinking in
the sight. Revitalized, he stepped backward slowly,
cautiously, preparing for a new hunt. The cold
lashing air slaps his coat against his masculine legs,
and his hair falling over his blank eyes. He speaks:
"Never may you watch the sunrise; your existence, now
driven by inhuman hunger, is eternal. You will live a
life of lust, of desire, of endless searches without
appeasing. No time is long enough, and no soul taken
is consolation. Your life, the hunger, the lust, the
search…all everlasting"

The room now holds secrets. The white that before
held the walls sanctified, holds shadows. The girl
lay on her bed stained with lust, filled with a
newfound ache. She gazes toward the gapeing doors,
which now stand empty, longing to explore. She felt a
signature stomach pain…as she stole for the black of
the night, leaving behind the truth, the purity and
conformity that had so long governed her life. She
peered over the balcony, and in climbing down; her
eyes fell upon a young man. She felt her body jolt
with desire, a familiar tingling flirting within her
loins. His broad build emphasized, and his fresh skin
glowing in the pale light of the moon. Her eyes
burned with lust, a foreign thirst flushing her body
hotly. She approaches the stranger, brushing against
him softly. Confidently she runs a finger along his
shoulder, tracing his strong neck. Her hunger over
takes her, and she feels her virgin fangs appear to
grow. Her body tingles with a high no sexual
encounter could induce, a burning from the pit of her
stomach, traveling downwards to her yearning lips…and
her mouth watered too, begging to taste. She gave in,
her teeth deep in the young man. The blood that flows
from her lips now is hot, dripping with excitement,
and the release of a decade of lies left behind...