My Curse

I stood there in the shadows.
Watching him, wanting him.
He had a weakness and I knew it now.
I saw it in his eyes when he caught my reflection in his eyes.
He has yet to know me.
To fear me.
As I watched.
As he slept so innocently.
Inching from the shadows, the moonlight showering my form.
He whispers in his dreams, an uneasy sleep as I near.
Turning and moaning as I near him.
An icy hand strokes his cheek as he screams out in pain.
A flash of his eyes staring up at me.
Breathless, afraid.
Leaning down over him, whispering,
“Do not fear.”
I gently feed from the crimson fountain.
Watching his skin fade grey,
His eyes flood black.
He’s weakened, dieing, when I offer him my wrist.
Dripping on his lips.
“Feed.”
He obeyed the command in his weakened submission.
Deeper and deeper until I must pull free.
He stood, his eyes black and hungry.
“More.”
Commanding, dominating.
Lust filling his every move.
Predator has become prey.
Huntress the hunted.
He peruses me as I scream.
I have created my own demise.
He took me in his arms, pinned against him.
Those muscled arms making each move for nothing.
His hand over my lips, his breath in my ear.
“Be my lover, share my curse.
Be my everything, share my eternity.”
Swept into the shadows I was taken in by him.
Yet, I left you all a last message,
A way to remember,
One I hope you all consider when your heart conflicts your mind.
Remember me as this:

“I am his lover, he is mine. We share a curse that I brought upon him. He is my everything and I am his. We are a world of passionate darkness for one another.  We will share our eternity as one unending romance. My curse shall be love, my eternity shall be love, and my lover shall be but one.”