By terry
Date: 30 October 2000
Night Walker
He strode into the pub with arrogance
Looking neither right nor left
He knew no hurry to the hunt
Prey was prey
And they always came to him in due time
The young, the innocent, the lost
Especially the lost
They actually needed him you see
He was their salvation
Bringing the sweet veil of crossing they craved so desperately.
But this night he needed more
He needed sweet marrow
Needed something wild that fought for the light of life
While he brought only dark and forever.
And so he sat in the dark corner and ordered darkwood cherry brandy
And let his eyes waver across the room.
But it was his nostril that flared first
Alerting him to something special this night
Someone bursting with red and light
Life abundant in the odor he drank in with flaring nostrils.
And with a turn of his head, he saw her eyes, gleaming gold in the smoke
As she studied his face, his manner.
She was intrigued by him no doubt,
So, he reordered and waited.
He had never approached prey before, they came to him.
And this dark raven-haired beauty would be no exception
So, he waited with a craving just below the back of his throat
He waited.
Until she chose
Chose him
And she rose and approached from behind
He refused to turn his head
His nostrils did the job, for he smelled her coppery apprehension
But beneath was a desire, rich and ripe, and beating strongly
And as she passed by, he felt his skin betray him in an instant
As her nail
Traced a line from his earlobe to his lip
As she sat in the chair in front of him with a secretive smile and placed her finger in her mouth
And for once, he was dumbstruck, unable to respond to one who would do such
But as he looked deep into the gold, he realized words were not needed
Not with this creature who was attempting to beguile him at her own leisure
He reached across and took the very same finger
And placed it into his own mouth
Nipping lightly at the tender pad until he tasted the rich iron and copper wetness on his tongue
But behold
Another intriguing miracle
She did not pull back, nor cry out
Indeed, he saw her face soften, cheeks flare red and her eyes swirled mesmerizing.
And he felt his hunger rise up, like something alive, something strong, not to be denied
And when he looked, again he saw the need in her eyes,
Felt the desire in her hand as it began to shake.
They arose as one and he led her to the smoky dance floor
In an attempt to slow the pace of his need
And in an instant her body melted to his, clinging to every curve and crevasse
In a way he had only know once or twice throughout the years, the decades
And as he looked down to see the dark secrets to be found in her eyes he gasped
For before him was a milky white shoulder
Leading up to a long graceful, naked neck
So white it made him think of the queen’s porcelain
With wispy lines of blue here and there where her life’s blood flowed in the great circle
And without thinking,
Indeed, without any conscious thought he felt his lips part, as he tasted the delicacy before him
His tongue following every line feeling her essence flow strong and deep
And with every ounce of effort he resisted
And succeeded to a measure
For she was now lost in the music, grinding and moving in a rhythm he knew of old
So he became one with her body
Molded perfectly as one as they swayed in time
And for once, his feral hunger began to fade
As a older hunger began to surface
And within his chest, he felt a tug, a pull
Something he barely remembered as real
From maybe ten lifetimes ago
And oh dark demon God he missed that feeling
As he felt a tear fall from his cheek.
And in an instant her lips were there, kissing it away
As she smiled into his eyes and nodded, yes, I am the one.
And he knew she spoke only the truth as he led her off the floor and out the door into the night.
For this night, he would feed a deeper hunger
And perhaps, in the morning kiss of day she could save his soul
As his heart had longed for throughout his long dark night.
Perhaps.
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