Before me, he is frightening yet exquisite. Breath locked, I stand. I dare not blink for fear I miss a second of this experience. It is nothing to me, yet it is everything. Nothing, in that it is a mere face to face encounter with a man I do not even know. Everything, in that the enigma of his presence brings my blood to race, waking an unprecedented vivification within me. My heart sets rhythm to the thrill.
Buh-bom.
Buh-bom Buh-bom.
Buh-bom Buh-bom Buh-bom.
The advance of his hand should draw my guard—spark hints of resistance at the least. But as his palm cups my face, I find myself exhaling in surrender to his touch. The submission spills into a hard shiver and the cold bite to the gentle cradling brings still the air in my chest once more.
His hand... so cold.
Why?
Logic begs to be heard, but its message airs trivial. Amber eyes brimming with my need to escape myself look up and stare into the expanse of his.
Who is he? What is he?
It is as if time has paused with even the air in suspension, and the only thing that seems to carry motion is my drumming heart. Its rhythm ripples over the round of a static bosom. My cheeks warm under his cool touch, and when his lips journey close to deliver his address, it is as if his whisper carries the charge of an electric current. A surge of tingles shoots down my back, igniting a searing sensation through my core. He has just claimed me with his greeting, and I am powerless to stop him. Drawn into his embrace in a feat that defies gravity, I cede to the tender command. Willful captive. La petite mort. Prelude to my end.
A fantastic presence, he flaunts an aura of a full ventured life, one that has seen many perils and many pleasures. My attraction to him grows to a prodigious potency, an all-consuming force that conquers all esprit. I am slave to his will. In a salacious lure, his tongue feathers over my still pout. Kiss tempted, lips part. My gusting breath is swallowed up as his lips close down on mine. I offer him motionless surrender—but he is no glutton. He leaves me wanting. I find myself whimpering into the kiss, and the sound begs his ravening just as it prompts a slight rouse from the trance I had fallen victim to.
What are we doing? What am I doing?
Glimpses of my beloved beau back home flash in my mind. Hints of my wit return to me. The sobering reminds me that I did not fly across the world for a one night stand. Yet, as if whisked from my reality, I find myself in the grip of a seduction so sublime, it has annihilated my faithfulness and abolished my vows unchallenged.
"Wait..."
A futile resistance rolls from my lips. Its timbre betrays me, airing thick with a sultry lust. My eyes search his and find them ripe with his intent. They assure me that he will not accept any refusal on my part; and I am not so sure that I will refuse him. Still, I try to resist.
"I - I can't..."
But I choke on what I want to say. The raw power of his presence begins to smother me, and so I step back from him in small, slow, dubious steps. I find them to be the most difficult steps I have ever taken. My mind toils to spin free of his pull on me. This is beyond the scope of humanity, and I do not quite understand it. Part of me yearns to indulge him, and the other is terrified of him. I look around and take in my surroundings, finding little relief in what I see. We are alone on the roof a towering Amsterdam hotel.
Why did I come up here?
No memory of my trek to this height offers an answer. I could fall victim to a rendezvous with the vile, the baleful, with death itself; none would be the wiser. Not a soul knew I was up here.
No one, but him.
Suddenly, a flurry of night air swirls around me sending long strands of my hair to whip across my face, blinding me. Frenetic working fingers comb the locks from my face, giving me glimpses of the roof top view, but there is no longer any sign of the bewitching stranger. Fighting against the hearty gusts in a fervid endeavor, I am almost thrown off balance as the whirling wind abruptly stops. My head whips around, searching for him in an excited fright. Not even a hint of the mysterious male is to be found, and the gasps escaping me express my shock. I try to make some sense of what just happened, questioning whether or not it was even real. But the void that I feel in his absence tells me that it was indeed real. The empty pit quickly fills with an anguish not natural to the event, leaving my chest tingling with a deep ache. And just like I could not resist his presence, I cannot bear his absence.
"Please come back!"
What is this I feel?
A yearning cascades through me, demanding to be sated. Slave to its pull, I wander across the rooftop. Glimpses of his kiss swarm me, and my desire for him brings me ripe with carnal need. The night scape glitters with a sea of city lights spreading out for miles in all directions around me, mirrored by the speckled sky. And in the grand scheme of it, I am just a hint of existence, blind in the macabre affair of predator and prey.
With only a hint of a breeze to announce his return, robust arms wrap me up from behind. A cool caress of fingertips is felt sweeping down the side of my neck, pulling my hair to the side. The bliss of pleasure pervades my being—and then, a pierce. Two barbed fangs slice into the cushion of my flesh en route to the blue cord running down my neck. The savage of his appetite is felt—but I fret not. Instead, a calming rushes over me. The friction of his bite serves the last heat I feel, and as he draws the crimson life from my vein, my body begins to grow cold. So cold. Fading fast, I am powerless, with any instinct to survive slipping away with my blood.
Buh-bom Buh-bom Buh-bom.
Buh-bom Buh-bom.
My breathing halts.
Buh-bom.
Buh.
Bom.
