Together Forever

Ayla was sleeping peacefully in her bed. Her hair had fanned on her pillow which gave her the appearance of wearing a halo. One of her arms was thrown above her head. Ayla looked young and…vulnerable.

A black mist began seeping in through the gap under her bedroom door. It moved through the room and it looked almost as if it was searching for something…

Suddenly it billowed upwards to form a great swirling mass.

And from the centre of the black mist stepped a man. He was tall with a stock of curly, windblown hair and a glinting smile.

 And he was smiling as he approached Ayla’s bed.

Ayla, who might have been asleep but could sense the great evil advancing, upon her, made a small noise of protest.

 This made the man smile even more…..And then he was on the bed, crouching over Ayla’s seemingly lifeless body.

He kissed her lips...So tenderly it was as if they were lovers. At this Ayla started, her eyes opened and she found them locked to the stranger’s dark black eyes. They were like pools of tar, and she was slowly drowning in them.

Her senses, dulled by his emanating power, discovering she held no recollection of this man. She opened her mouth to scream; the man saw this and calmly placed his hand directly over her heart.

It was ice on fire; his flesh was so cold it was burning into her skin. Her voice died in her throat…and then her beating heart stilled. She remembered no more. Harry kissed her soft lips once more…

He was surprised his victim had resisted. He raised his head, reveling in his drunken power…as he gazed upon her still face he felt small stirrings of emotion no vampire should have. No, he pushed the feelings down, he knew what he was doing, and there is nothing for a vampire except the chase of blood.

Blood…He crouched down once again over her bare neck.

He kissed the nape of her neck lovingly, nuzzling and licking the flesh like a predator on prey. His lips drew back, revealing sharp pointed fangs.

Then with a deft movement he buried his teeth deep, slicing open her skin. Harry’s mouth was awash with blood; it stained his lips and coated his tongue as it flowed down his throat.

 Harry felt a mad desire to laugh…her blood was so sweet and salty…

He was sucking at her beautiful neck voraciously now…his thirst was overwhelming. Ayla wandered as if in a daze. She couldn’t think…

Her dreams had been haunted by flashes of red and black eyes like tar. Her friends were baffled; they couldn’t reach her through the fog clouding her mind.

There was a name… Harry …that kept playing through her thoughts, like it was teasing her;

Harry knew he needed to stop. But he couldn’t. His desire was overwhelming him. Night after night, he kept drinking from the beautiful woman. He was inexplicably drawn to her. Harry tired to fight it but he couldn’t. He could see she was beginning to die. She had lost so much of the blood in her veins; the colour had left her checks. She no longer resisted him. Ayla was too tired. She didn’t leave her bed. The doctors didn’t know what was happening. So she stayed in bed. All she could think about was… Harry. Ayla knew who he was now…the red…the black eyes. But she wasn’t afraid of him.

 Ayla was sleeping. For the 17th time the mist appeared. There was Harry. Ayla woke up…in a dream she thought. The two stood across the room from one other. Ayla’s breathing was shallow…she was so tired. Harry stood, marveling at her beauty.

Then Ayla fell to her knees…she was dying. Harry rushed to her side. He knew he could save her form death.

“Ayla …”He whispered, her pale face turned upwards.

“Ayla …, I can save you…you can be a like me…just say yes..?” He couldn’t look away from her. Her lips parted but her voice was so frail…He leaned in closer…”I…I have one question” she said…”Do you love me?” Harry did, he knew he did.

“Yes”

“Then…I’ll be like you…”

So Harry kissed her one last time, and bit her neck. She stopped breathing. He picked up her limp body and they both dissolved into black mist.

A new moon hung like a silvery orb in the black night. The howl of the lone wolves could be heard through the forest of pines close by a still lake, shining silver in the light of the moon, rippled with the touch of the breeze. A familiar black mist hung around the edge of the water. A figure appeared carrying the body of a woman.

Harry placed Ayla on the shores of the lake then he gently pulled off her nightgown. He gazed at her breasts, bathed in moonlight. He took off his clothes and picked up Ayla. The pair were now in the lake. Harry kissed her on the forehead and then pushed Ayla under the water.

Ayla awoke. It felt like she had been sleeping for years. Then she remembered. She opened her eyes, she saw Harry and he was blurred through the water. She smiled. She was in love.

Harry saw she was awake and pulled her out of the water and carried her to shore. Ayla was still weak. Harry put her on the ground and she reached up and kissed him.

“You have to drink my blood Ayla”

He went to his bundle of clothes and pulled out a dagger. He made a cut on his chest, where his heart was. He held up Ayla’s head.

Ayla licked and sucked his chest sighing in pleasure while he caressed her body, “We can be together forever” he whispered.