Moonlight glittered silver on the trees. Each leaf was defined in acid iridescence. The full round face of the moon peeked through the oval leaves and into gray eyes. The gray eyes, smoky like quartz, were momentarily eclipsed by eyelids fringed with thick black lashes. The lashes brushed against cheeks smudged with the remnants of the night's mascara. The cheeks were tickled by wisps of black flair. The hair was swept back and held by spidery hands with sanguine nails. The corner of the right pinkie fingernail rested in the bend of the full red mouth. The full red mouth parted slightly to reveal strong sharp white teeth. The teeth were eased apart and full-throated laughter rang out of the mouth. The laughter carried down into the city tar below and a man awoke, startled, in his bed.
He sat up in the dark, clutching the thin bedsheet to his chest as if it could offer some protection against the dream that woke him. Cold rivulets of sweat ran down his forehead over his cheek to his chin to drip onto the powerless sheet. He glanced from side to side to see if he were alone. Yes, she had dumped him. How could he have forgotten. He still didn't understand why they had to break-up and stop having sex. He felt going out and ******** were mutually exclusive events. She didn't. That didn't matter now, he had better things to dream about. In the blue-defined room, the moon shone in and made patterns on his white sheet front the leaves on the tree outside his window. The vision of a pale red-lipped lover hovered over him. He shook his head to clear it, spraying sweat drops onto the pristine sheets. He never could get back to sleep after having a dream that vivid. He decided to take a walk.
She watched as the tall sleek man walked out of his house. She thought about how it would feel to run her fingers through his long light-brown hair. She thought about all of the life coursing through his veins, and how it could all be hers. But this was a fine specimen of a human, maybe she would keep him around for a while. He could work as a snack. She waited under her tree and twirled around, letting her long black skirts swish about her booted ankles. She could see him, now, a block away.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing, his phantom lover come to life. He ambled over to her tree and tried to think of something clever to say. He managed a "hi". That was all he could think of besides her. She eclipsed his reality, was eternity incarnate. She smiled at him and removed the need for conversation by kissing him passionately. He felt a sharp pain in his tongue, but then she began licking it gently, and all of the hurt vanished. As she moved from his mouth to his neck, all he could think about was how he wanted to belong to her forever.
She sighed. She longed for the man who could resist her. What good was a willing food source for a companion. Didn't anyone try to resist a blood-sucker anymore? More and more recently, victims welcomed her advances if they didn't actually invite her in the first place. She was sad to see such a sweet face fall by the wayside, but she was searching for a mate, an equal, and he was not it. She stroked his hair gently, it was indeed as soft as she had hoped, and as he murmured, "I love you,' she bit into the tender flesh of his neck. He didn't struggle, but happily abandoned himself to the pleasurable vortex that she hurled him into with her last kiss. As she set his body beneath the tree and stepped away, she bad one regret. She wished she had made love to him while he was alive.
But then again, death and sex are not mutually exclusive events.
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