In collaboration with SwtAsWine
Part I: His Perspective:
He, the Immortal
Her dreams of helplessness recur again, and beckon me.
Tonight the air is cool on her rising and falling bosom;
the breeze from the open window rustles the curtains,
inviting I, who am of the night, in.
I? I am the Immortal
who is drawn nearer to her
night after night, stalking,
my spell to paralyze is at the ready;
it is the scent of her lust and blood that draw me in.
She is longing, unfulfilled, and vulnerable,
and she exposes herself to the winds of damnation tonight,
so I carry my death to her...
I have sensed her from afar these past nights,
her warm, soft, pulsating veins
full of life, and full of her fear…
Shall I begin with a kiss, or just a small bite?
I shall slowly enjoy her before the Bite which takes her,
and ends my evening of fleeting pleasure
as she crosses the threshold into my world...
I enter through her open window;
wisps of shadow, excitement and fear precede me…
She is asleep, but aware,
in a transcendental state.
A victim of her own inherent desires,
she draws the horror that I am into her slumbering chamber
and weaves a dancing dream of death about us.
Eerily drawn in
I move slowly, so as not to startle her,
and familiar,
have I visited her countless times before?
She? She is a blossomed fantasy
ready to indulge in I, whom she thinks is unreal,
me, the Vampire of the Night!
I burn my phantom desires into her soul,
and begin to taste and consume her worst fears...
The first touch, to me, a burst of electrified pain,
to her, awakening a horrendous insatiable thirst,
and like a deadly heat
her uncertain, deluding heartbeat races
and she pulls me in toward her supple deceit...
Ripples of her empty emotions and weariness
I blow away
as our desires rage,
then a drop of blood.
Then another.
Then another.
I sensuously follow them, tasting,
each trickling its way further
down into forbidden realms
reserved for me this night-
this moment,
to bind us
here
for eternity...
Her feeling of pleasure obscures her pain
as she is caught in the craving of sensations
of my unearthly, perpetual motions,
she moans…
and she yields her last breath, perhaps atoned,
while I take my final taste of her life in my death...
I finally have her. She is now my companion.
We wander through the azure night,
and I have built us an elegant coffin for two.
Part II: Her Perspective:
She, the Yet Living
His arrival is a nightly sin drifting upon these tendrils of cool air,
tantalizingly caressing my essence from afar
with his ephemeral touch…
and my dream of helplessness emerges once more…
I stir restlessly,
the rise and fall of my breast quickens,
my senses alight
upon the building storm that precedes his presence
which begins to probe deeper into the recesses of my beguiling mind.
He will arrive to steal me away from this world
and to become master of my soul,
it is what I now ache for in my dreary existence.
Longing,
ever unfulfilled,
and now vulnerable,
I lay exposed to the winds of damnation.
Secretly I yearned to leave this horrid life,
a desire that has now invited the curse of rebirth,
now an apparition at my window;
he is wanted, yet dreadful, nonetheless.
He? The immortal, drawn nearer to me
night after night,
hunting, preying on the scent of my lust and warm blood
that eternally taunts him,
the anticipated taste of me beckons him,
mesmerizing his spectral being
by the spell that is cast
by this female form he so desires.
The sound of my pulsating veins alone are deafening,
enthralling him,
serenading his wild feast upon my ever sordid fears.
My breath quickens, enticing his eagerness
with unspoken promises
that will prolong our final ephemeral pleasures.
He will ravenously garnish my flesh with his darkened kisses,
my restraint, already crumbled, will abandon me,
and I will find myself spiraling into his realm…
A victim of my own innate desires,
my mind glimpses the horror and loses sanity,
weaving a dancing dream of his death,
in which I willingly oblige;
for I have become his blossoming fantasy,
and in my spell indulging in he whom I think is unreal,
my vampire of the night,
whose phantom desires slowly burn into my soul.
The first touch, to him, a burst of electrified lightening,
to me it awakens a horrendous insatiable thirst,
and with a deadly sensation of heat
my uncertain, deluded heartbeats races,
I soon encompass us in my supple deceit...
Ripples of my long empty emotions and weariness
are in an instant blown away,
and our desires meet in undulating waves of gratification.
As my life withers and my death is nurtured
he is spurred on by the first drop of my blood.
Then another.
Then another.
Curiously at first, then hungrily
he sensuously follows them,
tasting as each trickles down,
down, closely followed by his immortal tongue
and cold breath…
Trying to respond I find myself helpless and weak
under his strong and sensuously enthralling mysticism;
helpless, and he has his way with me.
He has been on my scent for so long
that upon his first taste he became a feral beast.
Nature renders my body defenseless to his passion,
and my mind a void to all but his sensations.
I cannot fight both nature and he.
He has become unstoppable
until his hunger is satisfied.
I am left completely raw and spent
by his supernaturally endowed carnal appetite,
yet I sense that I will be soon victorious...
My feelings of pleasure obscure the pain.
I am caught in the craving numbness
of his unearthly perpetual motion;
then a moan, and I yield my last breath.
He savors his final taste of my life
in his accepted offer of death
that I have finally come to fulfill.
I am now his companion, perhaps atoned,
and I have captured him using my womanly wiles.
We wander through the azure night together,
and he has built us an elegant coffin for two.
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