The moonlight penetrated the stained glass, like miniscule beams of the spectrum brought to life by the shards that had been left to rest in the framework destroyed through thousands of years of disrepair. She walked into the vestibule attempting to make her way quietly across the tiled floor that had been woven in a pattern resembling a web long since forgotten, collecting dust, its intricacies nearly unnoticeable. She scraped her foot across a small area of the floor, pushing aside the dust and debris in the neglected hovel, and found the lettering scrawled in misshapen tiles that would make up part of the tale woven into the giant web over decades of creation.
She knew the words, for it was she who helped to put them there. Created by the hands of two people genuinely in love, though torn apart by life circumstances, this was all that was left of the beauty that once enveloped the two creatures who merely exist now as passersby in a world cruel in its tendencies towards those not like her.
It seemed, surprisingly, that he had felt the same pangs she herself had been feeling for sometime, for there he stood, by the far wall of the vestibule, just at the doorway of the annular chambers they once shared as their home. He had not heard her enter. As she came up behind him to place her hand lightly on his shoulder he turned on her, fangs bared, until he had come to focus on her face fully. As the recognition shown in his face, a tear fell from her eye as he smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her lovingly.
The embrace was like a welcoming to a small part of the world that only the two of them knew existed. Their place … the place long forgotten by life’s everyday madness. The few brief moments they would spend there long since neglected by the two who so lovingly created this sanctuary. He stood there holding her, as she wrapped her arms around his waist tighter, bringing her hands up to his shoulder blades and pulling her body fully in close to his and washing in his fragrant emanation. He smelled of the hearth, musky pine, and the woodsy aroma that she had at one time could not get enough of. She pulled back from him, knowing this visit would be brief, like all the others had been of late, and smiled at him, evaluating his emotions through his eyes.
He looked at her lovingly, knowing full well that what they once had, had been blemished and the possibilities of bringing it beyond its disrepair was all but a futile possibility.
She walked over to the stained glass wall that they had crafted together, a tale of the centuries they had spent searching for the piece that would make them whole only to end up turning around and facing the same soul they had decades before. Falling into each other for those instances before being lulled back to their daily routines. Sadly, like all the instances before, things change … they never stay as they begin. Attentiveness lost, time grows shorter, and overall finding themselves trying to make their way day to day and forgetting to say hello, or just remembering to think of one another.
The glass, although broken, depicted a wheel rolling down a hill. The light greens and blues of the grass and sky intermingled into the wheel itself, making an array of colors brighter than any rainbow a human could see. Dispersed amongst the spokes one could find bits and pieces of their journeys together. A ring, a weapon, an article of clothing. Scenes of different eras marked the most memorable moments of their many lives together. She walked forward to the one that seemed to touch her deepest. A man, long flowing hair, holding a woman cradled in his arms, his face buried into her neck, as she herself displayed true ecstasy, as if merely in their existence.
She looked to the man … handsome and strong in every facet of his being, as she walked across the room to a chair and picked up an item lying there, ragged, torn, and tattered, she unfolded it and held it up for his eyes to see. A silken cloth, the one she once wrapped herself in, in some of their more private moments. Neglected, and left to deteriorate. She began to weep as she mourned the loss of all they once shared, wondering … if ever … the wait and living with choices would end.
She ran her fingers down the cloth, letting it drop to the ground as it unfolded from his binding. The same sensation of texture met her skin sending chills up her arm as she thought back to the day she had brought this out and wrapped herself in it offering herself body and soul to the very man who stood before her. They had fed, and nourished one another in ways that no human could ever ascertain. Of mind and body they melded together in a state of euphoria that could never be surpassed by any drink or drug. The day he made her……
She knew she had the lust within her whole life, but she had never before met someone such as he who would not only nurture, but encourage that which those around her sought to suppress. That first meeting, in the alley…..she could visualize it like it was yesterday. Coming home late from work she felt someone behind her, no sounds of footsteps could be heard, but she just knew someone was there. Grabbing her from behind, he wrapped his arms underneath hers and placed his hands firmly upon her breasts. She tried to pull away but he whispered to her softly, “at last, you’ve come back to me.” Startled by his comment, and admittedly a bit aroused, she relaxed a bit in his arms, as he began to stroke her neck with his tongue. His hands moved down her shirt and over the top of her skirt, pulling at it, without lifting it an inch, almost in frustration. Excited by this, and not really caring if she knew him at the time or not, she fell deeper into the strangers arms pushing her bottom against his groin, bringing a growl from deep within his throat. The man ran his hands around her waist, holding her hips and pulling at the skirt, yanking it up from the backside without exposing her front.
The alley was dark, there was no chance of being seen, yet he moved her towards the nearest wall between a row of boxes and crates to allude privacy. She turned to him and her skirt fell as she leaned her back into the brick wall. At that moment she saw his face. His comment ringing in her ears over and over, a familiarity washed over her in such a wave it nearly made her faint. She knew this man….better than she had known any man she had bed before, and now, she had to have him as he did her, for eternity.
His fangs glistened in the moonlight as he smiled at her, his excitement surely showing in all facets of the definition. She drew a step closer to him, reaching out to touch his lips and he grabbed her hand, and pulled it to his groin allowing her to feel him as well as see. She smiled at him as she gently massaged him through his clothing, causing him to slowly close his eyes and growl louder more guttural than previously. In her own excitement, she fumbled to disrobe him as he pushed her back into the wall and once again began stroking her neck with his tongue. She moaned and just in that moment she felt the stabbing yet sensual pangs of his teeth penetrating her skin as he slowly started feeding on her. As he fed, she unfastened his pants and he frantically worked to pull at her clothing to gain access.
This went on briefly as he fed until he found himself deep within her pushing her further and further into the wall while using his mouth, as well as his organ to keep the pressure on her constantly. She screamed as he brought her over the edge time and time again. Finally satiated, he frenzied his pace until he spent himself deep within her.
With the loss of her lifeblood, and the throws of passion draining her, she closed her eyes as he picked her up and carried her to the very hovel in which centuries later they now stood.