Emily was tall and fit with long, jet black hair that almost looked like silk in the moonlight; her eyes a piercing red against her porcelain skin. She complimented Hope in every way. Hope was slightly taller than Emily and just as slender; with deep green eyes and fire red hair down to the small of her back; skin as white as snow. Vampires were naturally beautiful, but these two gave a new meaning to youthful beauty. Together, they were stunning. All eyes focused on them. It’s not enough to be vampires, but to have the kind of sex and love that Hope and Emily shared was wild for even their kind. Their chemistry transcended the bedroom. For over 200 years they had been a couple, moving in absolute synchrony. When Emily moved, Hope moved. They were never more than an arms length apart, watching and protecting each other. The rest of the coven thought they were insufferable. Really, how long can these two be so infatuated with each other? But, when eternity is breathing down their necks, no measure of time feels real.
Hope grabbed Emily’s hand and pulled her into her lap. She ran her long finger nails down Emily’s leg and kissed her lips. Emily let out a soft sigh and nipped at Hope’s lip, causing her to softly bleed. Hopes eyes turned black. She was drunk on blood and sex; her fangs erect and willing. She pushed Emily’s Raven hair to the side, exposing her neck. She wrapped her fingers around Emily’s throat and spit into her mouth, grinning fiendishly. Emily gasped and chewed on her lip, trying to ignore her trembling legs. But how could she? Hope was giving her a tantalizing glimpse of what she could do to her and she knew it. She wanted Hope so badly she could feel her heart pulsing between her legs. “It’s, it’s y—yours,” Emily barely managed to breathe out before Hope had spread her legs and started biting on her inner thigh.
The blood she drew tasted hot and sweet. Emily always tasted better when she was aroused. The blood gave Hope a sweet intoxication no amount of alcohol could ever achieve. It was thrilling. Hope licked her lips and looked up at Emily through her bangs and grinned. She moved her way between her legs, knowing exactly what Emily likes. She knew she was about to make Emily feel the pleasure she deserved and had felt for the last 200 years with her. Emily had one hand gripping the silk sheets and the other wrapped around Hope’s hair. Emily’s back arched as her breath began increasing. Her body began sweating, and Hope was feasting like a King between her legs. Hope could feel she was almost there and went in deeper. Emily let out a deep moan, tightened her thighs around Hopes head, and then dropped them to the side. Hope licked her lips again, studying Emily’s ravaged body, pleased with herself.
My ears are ringing. I can’t focus or hear. My vision is tunneled and blurry, so I can’t see. My breath is rapid and uneven. I’m hyperventilating now. My heart is racing. It’s pumping so fast it’s literally skipping beats. I can feel the blood in my body rush to my skin, making it red; clammy; and hot. My head is pounding and I’m distracted by every micro noise and movement my body makes. Im hyper-fixated on my heart beat and dizzy, spinning. I just know my heart is going to explode from the pressure in my chest. It feels like a black hole has opened up in my stomach and is sucking my insides away. Instead, I just throw it all up. And throw it all up again.
Somehow I’m on the floor screaming for help, begging anyone to stop the panic. The room is spinning. My chest is tight because there’s an elephant standing on it. Panic has its hands around my throat and is slowly squeezing my pleas for help silent. But, I guess it’s better than the alternative. I guess panic is better than actually dying. At least, maybe to someone who doesn’t suffer from anxiety.
As quickly as it set in it disappeared, leaving me drained and exhausted. I’m alive, but I feel like a shell of the person I used to be. Every minute I am awake I am on guard waiting for the anxiety to overtake me at random. It’s like being stalked and never knowing where he is at. You can feel him watching your every move. You can feel his eyes on you at all times. And there’s nothing you can do.
The vibrant red rose decays, turning black with the touch of your skin. Your lips parting to bite on my neck—bleeding now, hold me with a tighter grip. This feels so right; my heart pulsing through your veins. Your porcelain beauty weakens my fight and I want to scream. But my plea doesn’t escape my lips. I’m becoming weaker; my blood igniting into flames. My skin is frigid. My eyes are black. My throat is dry and cracked. You take me into the night; the vines of love hanging us by our necks; the silver kiss of your soft lips. From your fangs my old life drips. My decaying veins give life to a new being. I am born again—faster, stronger, better—immortal. I am forsaken for love. I am left to decay forever, walking by moonlight as your lover for giving me eternal life. This is the ultimate sacrifice. You did this for love and so will I, in porcelain beauty and decay.
The sky lit up with a brilliant crack and flash of blue-white, startling me from my thoughts. A storm was rolling in. I guess I had zoned out sitting around the fire. The flames were a brilliant orange-yellow and the crackling of the fire was calming. That explains why I zoned out. The thick, gray smoke billowed into the air and I watched for a moment as the wind picked it up and swirled it into the background of the storm. The fire showed no signs of dying down, but the rain will put it out. I got up and began walking back to the house. It wasn’t very far, but tonight the woods made me feel uneasy for some reason.
In the distance the thunder, lightning and the giant black cloud accompanying it rapidly overtook the sunset. The sky had turned from a red-pink tropical to a deep purple-blue-black, like a bruise left on skin from blunt force trauma. The black cloud was starting to overtake the only light which was coming from the gray of the moon. The stars and constellations swirled together in a flickering bright white, tracing the silhouette of the forest in the background, but they too, disappeared in the blackness of the cloud. I shivered and suddenly felt very alone. I looked at my feet while I walked, afraid to look into the woods. Afraid of what might be staring back at me. The ground was soft and green and brown. If you looked at the right angle, you could see hundreds of white dots in the grass, which made my skin crawl. Those dots are actually light reflecting from the spiders eyes in the grass, but that’s better than what’s lurking in the woods behind me.
I made it back to the house just in time for the storm to begin. The rain started falling in heavy drops. I could see the fire flicker and dissipate as the rain got heavier. I sat on the porch under the protection of the roof and watched as the earth around me took her drink, still feeling alone. I glanced into the woods only to see the brightest red eyes glaring back at me. I held my breath. Another crack of lightning and a blink from my eyes and whatever was looking at was gone. Suddenly, I didn’t feel alone anymore.
