A Vampire's Dream

They were in love. Alone, together in a small darkened room he sunk his teeth into the silky skin which covered the glorious red fountain to which he alone was invited to drink. She was moaning and breathing heavily as she firmly clasped his shoulders. They were embracing each other tightly, slightly swaying back and forth. Her eyes opened wide and she was franticly begging for his blood.

"Give it to me!" she screamed, "I want it! I need it!"

She looked like a wild animal; primal and determined. There was a ferocity in her voice and in her eyes that would have terrified any human. Her hair was disheveled and strands of it were dangling over her face and clinging to her lips and she spoke.

He had an evil grin across his lips - he was taunting her. Sitting in the darkest corner of the room he was holding out his wrist to her. His eyes were a piercing red color as they were frozen upon her steadily reaching inside of her soul to claim it.

"You weren't going to give it to me, were you?" she screamed reaching out for him, "You have to give it to me! You have to!"

The grin on his lips widened. She lunged toward him. Finally giving in, he bites into his wrist and gives himself over to her. Slowly she begins drawing the crimson blood from his century-old veins. They were holding each other covered in blood, and then he gave his love her last mortal kiss. The moon was the only presence to observe this night as it came to an end. Its silvery light beamed down onto these two immortal lovers who would be together much longer than she herself would exist.