'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 5: Deeper & Deeper (Dannity)

The stranger approaching had much of his face covered by the shades of night, though the eyes were unmistaken, as they were much the only feature I could surely make out as those eyes held me, as I dared not to move; as if I were a one-hundred and some change, stone. Their hexing beauty painting me in chills.

His sudden explosiveness scorched across the courtyard, till a quickened wind had spritzed behind me on this wooden bridge; a small crossing which hovered over a small creek, below.

Though, he didn't frighten me; it was as if I expected him to discover me. His chilled breath spreading evenly onto opaque skin. Soothing my neck from the heat of the night; goosebumps developing on me; singing of the intensity he had caused.

It seemed right to be near him. Some part of me craved his touch; his kiss; his love.

Wheeling to face him, he curled an infectious half leer; lifting my left hand with his until our fingers entwined together; arranging them in a slow dance-pose. His right hand moved to the small of my back, pulling my abdomen closer to his; my head close enough to him now, to lay soothingly against his lower protuberant torso. He began to sway us back and forth, with a surprise twirl of me; then back again to him.

My head rested there upon his chest as I gazed up to see the magnificence of the night sky. The moon was rarely this big; or this abnormally round; nor containing some reddish hue.

It was so beautiful out tonight. The stars were even shining slightly brighter than I had ever bothered to notice before.

Dipping me, a soft laugh cooed as he did so. His lips scarcely tracing my collar. Without a cause of warning, an uttering; sharp-shooting-pain; torpedoed violently through my body. I was caught in his arms taught; impossible to break free from.

Moments elapsed as I grasped the sensation of teeth piercing profoundly deep within my neckline. I had quickly become a casualty; a dupe; a dinner bell for tonight.

No scream filtered through my vocal chords; nor did I struggle underneath his strength. It was though I wanted this; as if I wanted to ultimately die; with him to be the one to slay me.

My body started to crumble in his arms. The blood - my blood! - was retreating from me. I... I was...dying.

Just as I Sank even further into what was seemingly an infinite bliss - or what I fanatically expected it to be – He swiftly pulled away, exposing a full mouth of blood-tipped fangs, that had perfectly been hidden below the surface of my crust.

His lips still pleasing; pouty as ever; his eyes held onto their stunning, exuberant color – possibly even more so than before. A washed-out shade of emerald drenched from them.

The pain that scorched my body before had now subsided. Haven't myself, ever known what death felt like; no could I justly fathom such a dramatic thing – but at this precise moment, I was sure... this... is what I imagined it to be.

The contentedness of being near him, was all that could be distinguished.

He beheld desirously, into my fading eyes. "Are you ready to be with me, now...forever?" the velvety voice coiled around me. An undeniable happiness crowded my thoughts.

"You just have to utter those three freeing words..." he cooed.

There were no cautions being thrown at me; I wanted and felt the need to say them.

"I... I..."