Night’s Romantic
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His eyes were a deep, rich, crimson, and lips: fine and delicate. I felt as if I could drown in those bloody pools, so dark, so very red. Yet they intoxicated me, pulled me into a blissful drunkenness that only he could cast upon me…I swallowed hard and heard a sinister chuckle escape the man’s lips, a disgusting grin curving his mouth. He looked me in the eyes; my eyes staring directly back into his. I couldn’t see my reflection, couldn’t see anything in his eyes. I could only see the coldness, the red, the dark of his pupils. The woodland smell was leaving my senses, and I could vaguely hear the faint rustle of leaves caused by the whistling wind. If I did not resist now, there would be no path to tread on, freely. My feet would slowly follow in his footsteps, every breath he would take would be mine, and every time he would look at me, I would dissolve in those crimson pools. 3
I bared my fangs, and rushed at him, but tripped on the roots of an ancient, majestic tree. High heels could only get you so far…He smiled, and softly, snapped his fingers so that the small noise could have been part of the howling wind that was splitting tree branches, one by one. As soon as he had moved his long, fingers, decked with pointed tips; shadowy hands began to emerge from the undergrowth, trying to help me get back onto my two feet. However, I, coldly, ignored his helping hands, and slowly regained my balance. The many hands started to dissolve into the shrubbery from which they had, so, casually sprouted. I stared at his pale face, which reflected only a want to care for me, but I resisted, knowing the ways of vampires. 4
I felt my neck, and groped for two holes that had been embedded at night, when the vampire, who was now standing in front of me, had kindly, led me to his house, when I was sick with fever. I never knew I would be getting something, much more than a pain reliever. A wave of fragmented memories washed over me. Falling into his swirling red eyes…intoxicated by his touch…enjoying the feeling of his lips on my neck…then shuddering as smooth fangs softly bore into my skin…then darkness…only darkness could be seen and in the center I saw his entrancing red eyes…two crimson pools of the purest red. I, abruptly, broke out of this trance. I was ambivalent, caught between a mix of delight and terror as he glided towards me; his feet were floating inches above the cold, ground, and the swirling red and yellow leaves could not touch him. The trees, themselves, seemed to be creating a dome, and I, instantly realized it was his magic that was causing the forest to behave this way.5
It was now or never, and I decided to run, but my legs seemed to have dissolved into thin air. I knew they were there, except he was not allowing me to see them. I aimed a kick at a large stone set in my path, and the excruciating pain seemed to bring me back to my senses. My legs wobbled and shook as I bolted, ran, ragged breath struggling to escape my tired lungs. The stars, like diamonds, hung low in the black-velvet sky, the moon a lustrous pearl. Branches reached out to me, grabbing my legs, scratching sensitive skin. Tears flew out from my eyes, a cold wind crashing onto my face. I looked back to see his face, distraught, but it slowly became guarded, and with a swish of his cloak and the whipping of his long black hair that was darker than the night, he vanished, leaving behind a cloud of thin smoke. 6
My silky red hair was flying behind me, the moon lighting my path like a pale lantern, which hung in the heavens. My black dress was getting caught and torn in the low-lying branches of the abundant scrubs of the forest. I kept stumbling on my high heels, and hot tears were rushing out my eyes like a burst dam, yet I kept on running, fighting the feeling that I was being closely watched by those entrancing crimson eyes. My leg was cramped in my tight shoes, and I knew I could walk no more. I fell onto my knees and tilted my head towards the twinkling stars. The air that surrounded me was rent apart, and smoke poured, in front of my eyes, straight from the heavens. As he stepped out of the shroud, I bent my head down, a wave of fear surged through my mind, and I was sobbing, once more. The desire to be back in my bed, sleeping soundly at night, was something that I wanted the most, but I knew it would never come. 7
I was blinded by my tears, yet I could hear his footsteps pause in front of me as his pointed ears caught the sound of me sobbing. 8
“Rachel? Are you okay?” He asked gently, his voice was a hiss silkier than a serpent’s, but much more gentle. I heard his cloak ripple in the wind, and felt my tears dry and stick to my face. I felt a finger underneath my chin tilting my head, upwards; but before I could meet his eyes, I closed my mine and quickly got up. As I wiped away my tears, with my right arm, and looked at his handsome face, I quickly replied, “I’m okay.” 9
He was smiling and his long, sleek, jet-black hair was not hiding the rest of his facial features, as they usually did. He held out his hand and I grasped it, feeling his long, pointed fingers against my smooth ones. Then, I met his red eyes, which held the same fire…but this time, they carried warmth that lacked any indifference and, slowly, I dissolved into those two crimson pools, wanting to stay there. Suddenly, I hugged him tightly, my hands were around his neck, gripping his back and my head was resting on his shoulder; and his were around my waist, hold tightly. A trickle of doubt surfaced through my thoughts, and I broke the warm embrace, only to stumble into the coldness of the forest. My fingers, once again, slid back to the place where he had so fondly sunk his fangs, and I shuddered. 10
He seemed to read my mind, and whispered, his arms still clinging, lightly to my waist, “I am sorry, Rachel. I would never hurt you. Never.”11
“Then why did you…why did you…” I could not seem to finish my question, wishing that event had never occurred. Tears that I was trying to hold back were welling up again. 12
Before he spoke, he hesitated, “I was weak, against your beauty. I could not resist, even though it might been against your will, to make you immortal so you could join me…forever.” 13
I looked into his eyes, and I could not spot any venomous desire, but only love for me. Before I could hesitate and stop myself, my hands were around his neck. I closed my eyes, and my lips parted, now, tightly pressing against his. He had one hand around my waist, and another in my flaming red hair. He pulled me closer, and kissed me back with inhumane intensity. I could feel his soft, delicate, blood red lips against mine. He drew back to pause and look at me, and I did the same, looking into his eyes; and in an instant we were kissing each other again. As the night began to die, he stopped and looked at me. His gaze was full of longing, and before leaving he told me, “Just call my name and I will find you…and Rachel…”14
“Yes?” I softly replied, still in a trance. 15
“I love you.” The words were drawn from his lips, and with a swish of his jet-black cloak, and the whipping of his long, silky hair that was darker than the night, he vanished, leaving behind a cloud of thin smoke. 16
I was on tip-toe, beautifully pirouetting around the trees. The tingle of his lips had never left mine.
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