Paranormalcy

Cyrano de Vampire

Author's Note:  The challenge?  Write a vampire into a classical work.  I picked Cyrano de Bergerac.  I mean with his snout, he has to be a werewolf right?  Word Count: 200

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Tap, tap, tap said the pebbles against the windowpane. The warm night air caressed her face as Roxanne stepped onto her balcony. "Who's there?" She called.

"It is I, Christian." A voice bellowed from below.

Roxanne peered through the night and zeroed her gaze on the blonde-haired man standing with a warrior's pride. "Did you come to talk stupidly to me again?"

"Forgive me, my love." Christian replied.

"I know you love me, nevertheless, I'm bored." Roxanne snapped. After reading his letters she looked forward to speaking with him. However, when Christian opened his mouth, poetry did not come out.

She heard a familiar whisper and sniffed the air.  The werewolf, Cyrano, was there!

"But your love excites me more than the battle excites the soldier." Christian repeated the whispered lyrics.

Roxanne closed her eyes. Everything made sense. She wondered why Christian's letters smelled of Cyrano. Christian was nothing but a pretty fool. Cyrano penned the words that moved her heart.

A mere mortal may have fallen for their scheme. But Roxanne was different.

The vampire felt her teeth extract in irritation. She should kill them both, yet Roxanne yearned for the werewolf's poetry and needed the man's blood.