“The things of the night cannot be explained in the day because they do not then exist”
As the inky blackness of the night sky settles in, I leave my room and wander into the beckoning woods. It’s not that I want too, I’m compelled by an unseen force, and I must follow. Finding myself in a grassy clearing, I stop and look around. I don’t know who I’m waiting for, but I know I must wait.
Turning to my left I see him walking towards me, talk, dark.. Beautiful. I stand and I wait for him as he seems to glide across the field and stands behind me. Running his hands up my arms I can feel his cold breath against my neck. I tilt my head so he has better access to my life giving blood. There’s no fear, just an eager antisipation. I feel the sharp prick of his teeth as he sinks them into my neck, yet it’s a sensual feeling that runs through my veins. I moan in sexual delight as his heat runs through me. Melting into his arms I allow him to take his fill.
The morning sun rises over the horizon and I’m back in my room, warm in my bed. Reaching for my neck, I feel for the pinpricks his teeth left, but there are none. Is he a dream or just a secret that the night holds.