The Vampire's Kiss

Her wings, her perfect, pure black wings, brought her gracefully down to perch on the tree, quiet and beautiful. Excitement burst from within her. She looked around for the one she loved, but could not see him.

Usually he was here. They would meet here so no person knew of the secret love between a vampire and a human. He was always there to love her. She knew that if they were discovered, they would be murdered savagely. They both knew, but they loved each other.

They shared everything with each other. In each other’s arms they would spill their endless tears. In each others company, they would bleed each other’s pain. They shared true love.

She needed him. Where was he? Usually he would arrive. The vampire girl stroked her long, jet black hair in nervousness. He was never late for her. Every night they would be in each others arms by now, an almost furious love.

She moved. Readying to find him, she flicked her hair behind her. Her face was now visible. Pale features contrasted beautifully with her deep blood crimson eyes. Her love always said her eyes made her perfection. Now her death white face showed deep worry, and she took off and became one with the shadows of the night.

Flying through the clear, cool sky, her long hair flowed in the wind generated by her graceful soaring. The breeze flowed along her features, and she longed to hold her love.

Where was he? She searched for hours, something terrible had happened, she was sure. She saw something. Cold tears were already brimming in her eyes as she flew down to see better. A car was completely destroyed near the side of the road, debris scattered everywhere. There, near the centre of the road, lay her love. She dropped down next to him, her pain freely flowing from her eyes now. He lay in a pool of his own blood. He had been hit by the car, both he and the driver killed. His face had drained of blood already; she was too late to save her love. She cried over her love, now a corpse, a memory. Tears mingled with his blood, she crouched over his dead body. She looked sideways at something he had written next to him. Free flowing tears of pain scathed her face as she read what he wrote in his own blood with his last dying breath.

Love you

Sadness overwhelmed the Vampire. She lay against her love, crying, never stopping. She was covered in his blood now. His blank eyes looked up at her, and her heart tore to pieces. She kissed his dead, cold lips. She was alone, drenched in her love and sorrowful tears. The vampire was one with her pain now, kissing the remains of her love. She never stopped.