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FOR THE LOVE OF A VAMPIRE

By Jesa Jaisai

She came on wings of death, silent, pursuing, without knowledge.

I watched her bare feet land quietly in the field where I had been gathering firewood. I was instantly mesmerized by the lucidity of her skin and the translucence of her wings, which appeared to be made up of hardened, leather like skin and thin veined membranes that pulsed visibly in the moonlight.

I quickly ducked behind a tree that I had been standing near. The armload of firewood that I had been carrying had already dropped to my feet in the tall grass; my shock had caused it. I did not know what to think of a naked woman with wings landing in my field. Apparently, by the alarmed noises my cattle were making, they did not either.

The frost had not yet settled in, but the air still hung with an approaching bitterness, and I marveled at the fact that the cold did not seem to bother her. I watched her scanning her surroundings. It was an odd thing that I had not yet bolted. I was rooted to the spot.

Suddenly, startling emerald eyes discovered me in their travels. I inhaled sharply as she cocked her head and contemplated my existence. Her hair, the color of freshly spilled blood, framed her abnormally pale face and was a startlingly noticeable contrast to her flesh.

Her frame was slender, but for a woman, it was considerably built. From where I stood a good distance away, I could tell she was a few inches taller than I was. She began to walk toward me with intent, taking long strides but at the same time seeming not to touch the ground beneath her. It was as though she glided toward me, and before I could have blinked she was beside me.

Would she kill me? I did not know. She took notice of me fear and her thin, bloodless lips pulled back from perfect snow-white teeth and smiled. Somehow, the simple gesture settled my stomach a little. If she could smile and express happiness (or perhaps murderous glee) then maybe she was not a bloodthirsty otherworldly creature come to take my life. But then, I could not tell what her intentions where. I knew nothing of her. I only silently prayed for my life.

She looked to be fascinated by me. I did not know why. She brought her hand up and gently ran her clawed fingernails over the lines on my face. Her fingers found my pulse, and I stiffened, as she lingered there as is transfixed by my lifeblood.

I wondered, insanely, what would happen if I was to touch her. I wanted to more than anything. Had she put a spell of some sort on me? The closeness of her presented no warmth, and her sea green eyes did not blink as they stared into mine. She was driving me mad not with anger, but with the mysteriousness of her, and the mounting desire to know everything about her.

And then she spoke to me. I jumped at the sound of her voice. It was like velvet rubbed the right way, but none of it made sense. It was not a language I recognized, but then, I recognized nothing about her. She repeated herself. I listened carefully for a change in her tone of voice; if it became dangerous, I would try to run. I did not give any indication that I understood her and because of this I panicked, wondering if her frustration would give her enough reason to kill me.

She sighed. The breath escaped her slightly parted lips with a breathy, sweet sound. She moved closer to me and took my hand in hers. Then, without warning, she guided my hand to her breast. I gasped. So sweet was the texture of her flesh that I temporarily forgot where I was. Her breasts were not large, but rather petite and firm, perfectly rounded and proportionate to the rest of her body. She lifted her silent unblinking eyes to mine and smiled, again repeating what she had said seconds earlier.

I desperately wanted, needed, to pull my hands away. I was invading her. Even if not by choice, I

was still touching a sacredly personal part of her body. I thought it would be safest to slowly move my hands away, but I was not sure. It was a dance with death, now, trying to make decisions concerning her. Maybe it was a test. Perhaps she was waiting to see what I would do. Was she waiting for me to pull away and prove my tact as a gentleman? Or was she waiting for me to throw her down and give in to my typical male temptations? My hand shook. I did not know what to do. I knew nothing of her reactions. Before me stood a riddle. A riddle so fragile you could only whisper a guess and it would dissipate.

Tears suddenly came to my eyes. I did not want her to dissipate. The very thought terrified me to my core as a human being. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to learn of her and see where her tiny glittering fangs would take her tonight.

She made a face at me that I could not quite distinguish. Her fingers reached up and smudged my tears across my cheeks, leaving small wet rivers, and then she put them in her mouth and tasted them. The gesture was so seductive that I could feel my knees threatening to buckle.

"They are my tears." I said hesitantly, wary of her reaction to my voice. "They are my sadness."

She shook her head and rolled her tongue around in her mouth, tasting my raw emotion on her tongue, and took my hand again. She seemed not to understand what I said but appeared to know exactly what male hands could do to a woman. Crimson blossomed on my cheeks as felt her gently gliding my hand over the taunt, soft skin of her belly. Closer, closer, and I would discover the forbidden secret of her.

And then, abruptly, I found myself on the ground, with her agonizingly sweet body clutching and grabbing at mine. She sat perched atop me, her strong thighs straddling the sides of my stomach. I could see `v' of her soft dark hair that covered her crotch, and I struggled to deny what was happening to me.

I thought then of Karen. My wife, the woman who I loved and had spent the last seven years of my life with. Was I betraying her? By giving into temptation so great it was threatening to ruin me? What was betrayal, then? Was it betrayal to lie with something you knew nothing of yet feared with everything you had? Was I saving my own life? Or was I just another pathetic man who would cast aside years of honesty and trust for a wild night of passion?

I wanted to take her. But I had visions of her luscious, devouring mouth diving on me with abandonment of another world. Would I enter her, only to have her retaliate? All claws and sharp prickling teeth?

A noise came from her throat. A deep, purring sound that thundered through my ears and drove every resisting corner of my wind to madness. She rubbed herself against my hardness and I could feel her wetness soak through my pants; the only thing keeping me from her naked invitation.

I was terrified of her. I realized this with a sudden clarity. If I did not take her, would I ever sleep again? Knowing that I had come so close to reveling in the darkness of a woman who would have driven me though the walls of reality and shown me what I had been unknowingly craving my entire life.

But what of Karen? I loved Karen. I did not love this…creature. How could I bring myself to hold her again and sleep with her again, knowing I had cheated her. I would be destroyed. I had always sworn I would never hurt her.

And then, however, here she was. So eager to want me, only moments after what I assumed to be her first arrival to earth. Briefly I wondered if this was not in fact her first arrival but the practiced and perfected routine of a particularly effective seductress.

"Sh'korani, celes'tri votripyon." She smiled, again, pressing herself urgently against me. The words somehow penetrated my mind, somehow made sense in this horrific, passionate moment. She leaned down and took my mouth with her own and then my hands were alive, wondering over the curves and delicious valleys of her body. My fingers slid deftly over her with reckless want, foolishly casting aside any thoughts of danger that I had felt only moments ago. Her tongue danced with mine and I tasted her. I felt the wetness of her and grabbed roughly at her buttocks as I let myself go and experienced the terrifying feeling of my very soul being taken and led and ordered.

She had me. I knew.

Everything was there and it was perfect, in this sick, perverse sort of way. When she touched me it was as though every sense I knew was heightened and brought to nearly unbearable edges. The grass beneath me was surprisingly real. The moon was like the world's biggest light bulb above me, and I felt threatened and so alive at the same time as the thought of it watching my dark secret. Her mouth, slick and knowing and convinced of it's path.

It had all happened so fast. Somehow it seemed faster than anything I had ever experienced in my life, so fast that I had only time to hold on and close my eyes and let my body be taken where she would take it.

I tried to take a breath, but her mouth was crushing against me. It did not even faze me that I could not take a breath. Merciless death for a suffering being could not be as sweet as my tortured lungs felt, starved for air and loving it.

I tasted blood. I felt sharpness in my mouth and then it faded as quickly as it had happened. The pain transformed into something unlike anything I had ever felt, and that transformed into a sudden savage, uncontrollable need for the same feeling immediately again. I slid my fingers into her mysterious, female opening and listened for more of her gorgeous moans to satisfy my ears.

I did not hear anything.

She stopped above me. Stopped moving completely and totally. So still, I thought of the way a praying mantis would sit for hours and hours, unmoving and so like a stone. Her breath came out of her mouth and curled into the air like a wisp of smoke. Something had gone terribly wrong.

If you by any chance should ever come across a soul such as mine, and if you should ask it what it felt like to be bitten by her, they would tell you that it was like a thousand icicles ravaging your skin and a million hushed whispers all speaking at the same time, telling you different ways to hurt. A pain so amazing that you only clutched at her and waited for it to end with an approaching regret. I felt this pain, and I loved and hated every moment of it. Her mouth was like iron on my neck and I listened to my life being taken and drained the way my soul had been only moments ago by my sheer stupidity. There was nothing in the world like it. My arms slipped lifelessly from her neck and she rose from me, standing over my form for a fleeting second, looking at me with something we had just shared. And then her great, delicate wings spread and I knew no more of her.

My field was a lonely place that night. Karen was no doubt at home by now. I wondered what she would think of me. I wondered how long it would take for her to find me. I looked through eyes glazing over rapidly at my curled fingers in the grass, and I thought about what it was I had died for.

For the love of a Vampire.