Just when I was ready to text my boyfriend, he called. And like a moth to a flame, my frail wings fluttered, my lust panted, straight into his black hole.
Incarcerated, incinerated was my heart (and my decision making-process), perhaps my conscious...
: Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space, through wind and darkness I summon thee. Speak! Let me see thy face.
: What wouldst thou know, my Queen?
: Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?
: Famed is thy beauty, Majesty. But hold, a lovely maid I see. Rags cannot hide her gentle grace. Alas, she is more fair than thee.
: Alas for her! Reveal her name.
: Lips red as the rose. Hair black as ebony.
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I froze time.
My glass of wine, sat untouched on the bar, breathing the breath I wanted so bad. Maverick stood still. I relished the thought of touching him... the frustration grew fervently every day, until now. Most dream while they sleep, I, now a vampire, drempt of him all the time; driving, shopping, working, laying in my tub, and such. Damn day dreams.
If only I could sleep again --
I didn't care about anything.
I lifted my hand and drew the glass towards me and it slid right across the bar. With my left, I pulled the padded bar stood to my side. Defeated, I closed my eyes and sipped my red while falling in his scent which brought me home. Our home.
I missed it but I'll never like her again. She sat on the window sill waiting for the sun to rise like her life depended on it. Bent, whitled, inching to the pane --- dumb little pea plant. Maverick, like a child, he nurtured when he remembered, it was a vicious cycle.
Was she born with distorted lens? She believed she was nothing with out his approval and conditional love. She wept all the time. Pills couldn't even sever the fetter. She hated her image in their mirror.
Then she gave up and her heart went all high-risk numbing the pain.
Part of me wanted him back. My peripheral caught his image and he appeared so perfect and beautiful like the day I first saw him. I miss you Maverick just as I miss my maker, the jerk who made me... and the one who turned me.
My eyes shift back to my hands. I wasn't too sure about all this new vampire magic that was rolling in my veins. One thing I knew for sure though... I would never have to look into my mirror again. Perks of being a vampire, who would of known, right?
But what did I look like now?
My maker didn't want me back. Mav surely wouldn't want me. Not even my own biological wanted me, that's why he left too.
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Shook... I held back the fucking tears but lost that battle. Not even the vamp venom could eradicate my pain. So I went up to Maverick and whispered in his ear. I kissed his full, perfect lips. Charmed, my prince woke up.
The battle to run, lost. I held my ground even though I couldn't see her reflection. In that moment, I didn't give a damn. I got my kiss and that was enough... or so I thought.
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"Hey!" His voice nasely and soft mumbled to me. Think stupid, think! I hated myself even though I couldn't see a damn image. He chased after so many girls at the bar it was ridiculous how fast he finished his mourning. What if I really died, what then? Maybe he would want me back as a vampire. Nah. I compelled him to not remember my face. Tricky, shit!
"Come here my little snak."
He walked all cocky and his big brown eyes fucking me.
I wrapped an apron around my waist not taking my eyes off him. I felt like throwing my wine glass at him or my fucking heels... or myself. My whole world falls through when I think of you.
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Maverick
I want to take her bent over that chair. She is stunning. I don't care about shit right now and fuck... I don't even care how she's even here. Maybe the pills I took are kicking in. Am I dead? Am I in heaven? According to the web, those pills should kick in pretty damn quick.
Why did she say that shit anyways? But that kiss... I know that was for real. I wanted to dive deep into her and eat her forever. Can I duct tape her around me so we will never part again?
--
"Do you want a drink, Mister?"
Mister? WTF?
"Sure, that's why I'm here in a bar." God she's cute.
"Hey, doncha like Sangria's?"
"Sure."
He's hung up googling on his phone. Perfect! Sit there all cute on the bar stool while I mix up your drink. I can't handle it. My inner wild child runs crazy and I love it. I can't help but stretch my kinked up neck. And when I do... viola!
He makes me so happy. It's like the kryptonite has no effect anymore. I'm free... so I jump up onto the bar and plop myself right in front of him.
"Here you go sir," my legs dangle between his as he sips his bevy. His body relaxes as mine does too.
"Waitress, another one please!" He laughs.
I want this forever. There is a solution for that... so I bite my pinky and squeeze a little Nora juice into his bev. Oh yeah baby, you gonna join the fight club tonight!
Thirsty grabs his rouge mix all frosty and sweet (like me)!
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I don't care what she's doing. I don't give a fuck. This will be my last day... I can feel those fucking pills traveling through my blood stream. It's burning and ripping away at my organs. I know it will be just a matter of time. Should I leave and save her the crap I'm doomed to go through? Why the fuck did God do this to me? I swallow a bottle ready to part this world because I've lost the one thing that kept me alive? Or actually gave me life? Not fair. So I'm gonna give her all of me. Hell, I'm going to take care of myself for the first time, ever. I can feel the shit of life and be okay... I'm in my own skin.
"Nora."
Shocked, Nora replies, "What is going on?"
"God."
"Maverick. Are you okay?"
"I feel sick."
I had no time to react... he puked all over me. I then realized he called me by my name. His vomit burned me so bad, I've never felt that kind of pain. I couldn't handle it... I passed out.
"God... what is happening to me?" Maverick's body writhes onto the floor, his body finds balance when he drops onto all fours. His eyes turn from brown to gold, his jaw contorts and frenzy consumes him.
He bolts out the door. Howling fills the midnight air of Vancouver.
