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Fatal Kiss
Memoirs from the Dark Side
The soft rays of moonlight, brings illumination within my crypt. It serves as a silent summons to awaken me. My eyelids snap open quickly. For a moment I just lay within my coffin looking at the satin white lining, thinking how for so many years it has given me comfort and security during the daylight hours. Or how it served to muffle the screams and cries of my prey as they awaken from my spell only to see the white of my fangs and the glow of my eyes coming toward them. Sometimes the smell of fear coupled with taste of blood can be such an aphrodisiac.
Tonight there lies something within me, that hasn’t been present in centuries, hesitancy,
It lingers within me like particles of smoke laying within the air. It is for the one I shall take tonight,. Ahnashia. She is so divine, and beautiful in stature and presence. I am most certain that if her lineage was traced, there would some type of royalty within her bloodline. It is always evident, something that is embedded within their beings. I see it in her, The way she sits, the way she moves as she speaks, and when she walks, it as if she had been announced, and she is entering the room to the sounds of her royal symphony. I love observing her. I met Ahnashia one night at the place they call Starbucks. I lurk there at nights observing the moderns, reading their minds and listening as they engage in idle chit chat while sipping on their Latte’s and Mocha’s, talking on their phones with no wires, and pecking away on their gadgets. I was taken aback at the price of these liquids, and even more so that they would pay for small amounts of water that comes in small plastic bottles with Asian and French names upon them. I am puzzled why some cost more than others. I remember as a child going down to the stream and drinking right from my hand. These moderns, and their vanity. I find it all so amusing. Anyway, I must go now
I find myself sitting at the table we always sit at. For some reason, it is always vacant when I arrive. I sit there reading the minds and listening to this couple across the room. She is talking up a storm, but even though it looks as if he’s paying attention, all that invades his mind is thoughts of her naked in his bed while he penetrates her unmercifully. Hmmmmmm, I like the devious ways of his thinking. Maybe I’ll………
Hey Otazon, how are you this evening? It is my dear Ahnashia, looking so devine in the latest casual fashions. Her blouse is soft and semi shear like, hanging from around her shoulders like the peasant blouses of old. She is wearing some well fitting denims that look as if the were painted on her, with high riding boots with the spike heel. She is gorgeous. She sits down and starts right in. Speaking of her day, and how she’s doing on her job, her goals and aspirations. I just sit there taking it all in. If I were mortal I know I would love and adore her, even more than I do now. But I am not. And the light of compassion is oh so dim within the black heart of a Vampire. She mentions that lately she hadn’t been receiving harassing phone calls from an old boyfriend who wanted her back. I grin and turn up my cup of coffee. As I take a slow sip, I can see the reflection of the horrid look in his eyes before I killed him, and taste of his evil blood. I slight grin come across my face. I am such a fiend sometimes. No hand shall ever harm or violate my Ahnashia. No hand accept mine. Yes, tonight I will take her. Tonight she will feel the sweet sting of my Fatal Kiss
Fatal Kiss
Memoirs from the Dark Side
The soft rays of moonlight, brings illumination within my crypt. It serves as a silent summons to awaken me. My eyelids snap open quickly. For a moment I just lay within my coffin looking at the satin white lining, thinking how for so many years it has given me comfort and security during the daylight hours. Or how it served to muffle the screams and cries of my prey as they awaken from my spell only to see the white of my fangs and the glow of my eyes coming toward them. Sometimes the smell of fear coupled with taste of blood can be such an aphrodisiac.
Tonight there lies something within me, that hasn’t been present in centuries, hesitancy,
It lingers within me like particles of smoke laying within the air. It is for the one I shall take tonight,. Ahnashia. She is so divine, and beautiful in stature and presence. I am most certain that if her lineage was traced, there would some type of royalty within her bloodline. It is always evident, something that is embedded within their beings. I see it in her, The way she sits, the way she moves as she speaks, and when she walks, it as if she had been announced, and she is entering the room to the sounds of her royal symphony. I love observing her. I met Ahnashia one night at the place they call Starbucks. I lurk there at nights observing the moderns, reading their minds and listening as they engage in idle chit chat while sipping on their Latte’s and Mocha’s, talking on their phones with no wires, and pecking away on their gadgets. I was taken aback at the price of these liquids, and even more so that they would pay for small amounts of water that comes in small plastic bottles with Asian and French names upon them. I am puzzled why some cost more than others. I remember as a child going down to the stream and drinking right from my hand. These moderns, and their vanity. I find it all so amusing. Anyway, I must go now
I find myself sitting at the table we always sit at. For some reason, it is always vacant when I arrive. I sit there reading the minds and listening to this couple across the room. She is talking up a storm, but even though it looks as if he’s paying attention, all that invades his mind is thoughts of her naked in his bed while he penetrates her unmercifully. Hmmmmmm, I like the devious ways of his thinking. Maybe I’ll………
Hey Otazon, how are you this evening? It is my dear Ahnashia, looking so devine in the latest casual fashions. Her blouse is soft and semi shear like, hanging from around her shoulders like the peasant blouses of old. She is wearing some well fitting denims that look as if the were painted on her, with high riding boots with the spike heel. She is gorgeous. She sits down and starts right in. Speaking of her day, and how she’s doing on her job, her goals and aspirations. I just sit there taking it all in. If I were mortal I know I would love and adore her, even more than I do now. But I am not. And the light of compassion is oh so dim within the black heart of a Vampire. She mentions that lately she hadn’t been receiving harassing phone calls from an old boyfriend who wanted her back. I grin and turn up my cup of coffee. As I take a slow sip, I can see the reflection of the horrid look in his eyes before I killed him, and taste of his evil blood. I slight grin come across my face. I am such a fiend sometimes. No hand shall ever harm or violate my Ahnashia. No hand accept mine. Yes, tonight I will take her. Tonight she will feel the sweet sting of my Fatal Kiss
