I've been Challenged Once, Given Coffee Twice

Green Eyes

Green Eyes

"Her eyes were green, insane. She grabbed me so tightly I thought I would shatter. 'We are not beautiful, tender things."

I wanted to break free, run away. I did not belong in her world, I did not! I wanted to go home, go to sleep, dream. But in the depths of her eyes every single nightmare I ever had crawled over me, bit down and bled me dry.

"We are monsters and guess what, Max. Tú también."

That she told me. And things have never been the same.

I remember the first time I saw her. It was a dark winter night and the gibbous moon shone bright in the sky. The breeze blew gently, colder than the usual in Malaga's old town square.

By midnight, the alley streets were deserted. Every respectable and decent human soul cuddled, warmed-up on their beds. But I wasn't either honorable nor decent. I was a prostitute. My last client, a noble man... a gentleman who's money bought him fine clothes, a living with the royals and a position in society but in the end he was just as scum as me. Yes, he paid me well for a few hours of pleasure in his bedroom. Aristocrat men never slept with their wives, but considered suitable to take a whore to their beds. Anyway... ¿A quién carajos le importa? The custom granted me with a new embroidered tunic, a plate of warm tasty food and silver coins in my purse every week.

Shivering by the sudden gust that blew, I sauntered in a slow relaxed manner down the cobblestoned narrow streets. My thighs sore after the intense intercourse. Baron Ortiz was very demanding and spirited man and his lusty habits grew in bizarreness every time we met. Again, the caballero paid me well and that kept the arrangements going once a week.

As I approached the old town, I stared back at the Alcazaba's outer walls and sighed thinking that I was a one night stand princess and nothing more. Guilt overpowered me and the lump in my throat was too heavy to swallow. I couldn't stop a tear to escape and roll down my cheek... It was time to go home.

After walking a few steps bordering the plaza the air carried the rich scent of blooming flowers; roses and gardenias. And that's when I saw her. She appeared amidst the shadows, dressed in her translucent indigo silky sheer gown. Her skin was pallid and shimmery flawless, like porcelain and her red hair was fire; a wavy flame cascading long down her back. A pair of shining emeralds were her eyes staring fixedly to me... And only to me.

I stood immovable, contemplating the alluring perfection on her body that seemed like been gently carved by the gods and in that moment I wasn't sure if she was an angel or a goddess herself. The woman approached, her long legs and curvy accentuated hips moving with rhythmical cadence and with every step she took my heart hammered. Something inside of me wanted she to come to me. It was an urge I wasn't able to decipher.

Standing in front of me and a sweet yet mischievous smile curved up in her red luscious lips. The ambrosial aroma her skin distilled was an epiphany to my senses and I succumbed hypnotized by the intensity of her green eyes.

Leaning forward, she kissed me. I closed my eyes instinctively and I opened my mouth to kiss her back. Her tongue tasted like sweet wine and cinnamon. The temperature in my body rose and blood boiled in my veins. This time my thighs tensed not by fatigue and I felt how my intimacy grew warm and wet with arousal.

We kissed and caressed each other ardently right there, in the middle of the street having the full moon as the only witness of the sinful yet glorious moment. Under the silvery orb's spell, the gates of Hell opened to the point of no return right in the moment she sank her fangs in my collarbone.

***Tu también= you too.
***¿A quién carajos le importa?= Who the f*ck cares about?
***caballero=gentleman, noble man

Hey there everyone. If you're reading this it's because I've made it to the third challenge of the Glamour of the Grotesque writing contest hosted by Nyhterides and judged together with LynnS13 . The prompt was given and it's in bold as the very start of this short piece. It's 698 words on the final dot. It was required to be written without dialogues and it's a vampire story.

I hope you have enjoyed this one.