Someone In The Mist

"I was lured to stroke his face, but I held my desire. This monster wasn’t some guy I could hit on. Listening to my inner longing, I inched closer until my lips met his. The kiss was brief, but I felt the flaring power. The monster kissed me back tenderly, and as he started to deepen the kiss, I felt myself growing nervous and tingly. He didn’t feel like the crazed thing that thirsted for my blood. He seemed … different. When the kiss was over, I opened my eyes and looked at his red pupils as they faded away. Gasping, I pulled myself back. He smiled when I merged with the mist. This relationship will never be, I thought to myself, but it doesn't mean that I can’t toy with the guy."