"Just seeing into his eyes I could feel his teeth sinking into my skin, the red liquid pouring out of me as my mind went blank and my body limp. And it was so intoxicating. Beautiful."
IN WHICH love crosses the barriers of mortality
Kirk Dracula Ham...
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October 16th.
I found myself sitting in the cathedral. I had always enjoyed the gothic architecture, the old structures that once were man made and now are sitting in a forgotten age. I always got inspired by the cold atmosphere, the echoes of people's breathing. I looked down at my hands, holding a small sketchbook and a pen that needed change a long time ago.
Maybe looking into his eyes made me a love spell or something. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I wanted to see him again, to trace his face with my fingers, I wanted him to sink his teeth in my neck and suck my life out. what am I even saying?.
Cliff had walked into the empty cathedral, finding me sitting in one of the pews near the front, "is that him?" Cliff, behind me. I told him I was going to be here. Even if I didn't tell him, he'd always knew. "That's a cool drawing." it looked like one of those portraits you would see a few hundred years ago. He let out a soft chuckle as I tried to cover it up, a bit embarrassed that he had seen it. "Stop hiding it, it's a good picture," He said casually, sitting down next to me.
"It's just from memory," I said, putting my hand over it, a bit embarrassed, and my drawing skills weren't that good. "I need to see him again," I sighed. "Eh," I looked and cliff and laid my head on his shoulder. "i don't think drawing has ever been my thing."
He smiled softly as i laid my head down on his shoulder. He put his arm around me, pulling me a bit closer to him before replying to my statement. "I'd have to disagree with you there. I think the picture is pretty good. It's definitely a hell of a lot better than any drawing I could ever do at least. "
