NIGHT VISITOR
The sweet scent of lavender fills the room, carried along on only the faintest of breezes that drift in through her open window. The only light a pale yellow glow from the candle that flickers beside her bed, sending ghostly shadows dancing across her walls. Heavy night air covers her naked body like a soft, dark blanket. Her smooth, pale skin decorated with tiny liquid diamonds. She will not close the window, will not allow the garlic they had hung there to keep him away from her. Not tonight. Tonight is her night. Their night. He will come. He promised her when last he visited…a dream they told her….but she knows better.
And whether in a dream or in that sweet safe place between dreams and reality where anything can happen, she knows he is real. She hears the words he whispered softly in her ear…. I am yours. You are mine. Life is but a dream. Death but an illusion. We will join the two together and in doing so defeat them both. No fear…no doubts..only sweet anticipation and an ever growing desire. He will come for her. So she waits as the candle dies slowly, conceding the room to the growing darkness. And then he is there. Outlined in the moonlight, for just a moment, then drifting toward her as if on air. He is with her. The softness of his long black hair tickles her smooth skin, bare shoulders, trails across her heaving breasts. His breath is warm and sweet, his voice a whisper..or maybe simply a sweet sound she hears only in her mind. He caresses her gently, stirring her passions, fanning the flames that burn within her. His lips touch hers. His hands explore. She gives herself freely.
There is no pain as sharp teeth penetrate her soft flesh. No fear as she feels the blood flow from her body into his. Things seem so clear to her now, so much confusion lifted. So many questions answered. When he has finished, he opens a vein in his own arm, releasing a small stream of blood that gleams almost black in the flickering light. He offers it to her and she takes it with both hands, pressing her lips to it, suckling like a hungry infant. Now, he whispers in that musical voice only she can hear..we are truly one. A final kiss and he is gone. Her head resting on satin pillows, she closes her eyes. So tired. So very tired. She will rest now. And when next she wakes, she will be new. Different. All will be different. And she will be his. And he will be hers. Forever in the night.
omg that was scarry delightful romantic,, and spookylicious all in one bite,, excellent writeing! :love: love and hugs inky
Thank you so much. I am always thrilled and so grateful when anyone takes the time to read one of my blogs and comment. Truly appreciated. Rick
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I really liked it…
THIS IS BRILLIANT, I cant stop melting from the shear sensuality that is this story.
With a little difficulties,because I am french,I can understand ! I like it compliments….
this makes me want to leave my window open , 😉
Really enjoyed the darkness in this piece …. Amazingly grand it waz !!!! Hugs
So glad you liked it. I apprecaite you reading and commenting. Means a lot. Thanks again. Rick
Love what you write, I am a horror fan of books 🙂 Keep up the beautiful work Rick.
I thank you for your kind words. Greatly appreciated. Rick
fanfreakentastic. wow
She will not close the window, will not allow the garlic they had hung there to keep him away from her. Not tonight. Tonight is her night. Their night. He will come. He promised her when last he visited…a dream they told her….but she knows better. And whether in a dream or in that sweet safe place between dreams and reality where anything can happen, she knows he is real. She hears the words he whispered softly in her ear…. I am yours. You are mine. Life is but a dream. Death but an illusion. We will join the two together and in doing so defeat them both. No fear…no doubts..only sweet anticipation and an ever growing desire. He will come for her. So she waits as the candle dies slowly, conceding the room to the growing darkness. And then he is there. Outlined in the moonlight, for just a moment, then drifting toward her as if on air. He is with her.
Things seem so clear to her now, so much confusion lifted. So many questions answered. When he has finished, he opens a vein in his own arm, releasing a small stream of blood that gleams almost black in the flickering light. He offers it to her and she takes it with both hands, pressing her lips to it, suckling like a hungry infant. Now, he whispers in that musical voice only she can hear..we are truly one. A final kiss and he is gone. Her head resting on satin pillows, she closes her eyes. So tired. So very tired. She will rest now. And when next she wakes, she will be new. Different. All will be different. And she will be his. And he will be hers. Forever in the night.
You repeated these two paragraphs twice which made the story kind of confusing, but other than that it was nicely written.
Sootie