It was murk and midnight hour, my body twisted the moon beams light off their course and scattered them like bits of lace over the soft moss under my toes. The candles outlining a circle around me cast flames with dancing reflections into the shadows. I smile and raise my pale hands, one empty and one grasping the sharpened bone of my long dead lover over my head. I then start to twist in time with dance of the fire surrounding me.
My eyes roll back in my head and my body moves with the flames. I feel the energy in my veins course through me. I move the sharpened down femur so its directly in front of me, I quiver in anticipation, I've waited so long for this moment. I run the sharp edge down my palm, my warm skin pushing back against the cold bone. I moan in pleasure as my crimson blood blossoms in response to my loves touch.
Gabriel died long before me. I'd never embraced him, never had I felt his flesh move against mine or his lips trace my sensitive skin, but tonight I would. Gabriel haunted me since I was young, he was the one who told me I was a witch. He was my guardian, my friend, my lover, and the one who was always there when I needed him. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear late at night when I couldn't resist the mortal pleasure of my own fingers. He walked my dreams, his gray blue eyes bright and his hands strong, loving me in a way no one had dared. I'd told him I needed him in the flesh, and his cool presence had surrounded me, then I heard his voice echo in my head.
"Sweet Samantha, my darling hush those thoughts, you aren't mad, I exist."
I tremble, could this be true?
"Little one its true as what I am to tell you, that you may have me in the flesh at the murk and midnight hour on the harvest moon, let your flesh be taken by mine, and let the mother have it widdershins." Then the voice was silent and all I was left with was a long white bone in my hands.
So there I stood bare under the harvest moon and started to dance, the pads of my feet dancing quietly on the moss, and my blood gently spattering dark onto our mother, as I moved and twisted counter clockwise around the circle of candles.
Once I completed my course around the ring I stopped. and walked to the center. I was surrounded in the ring of flame that guided my path, and a ring of my flesh taken by Gabriel's bone. Had I done the spell correctly, or was I insane and had merely hallucinated his voice in my head?
"My sweet sweet little Samantha" I heard murmured behind me, and I turn around in awe.
"Gabriel" I whisper in amazement.
The strong body of an equally nude man shines in the moonlight. This real flesh stands before me and smiles down at me.
"Hello little one, I've waited what seems like an eternity for this moment".
I'm stunned, part of me hadn't believed this would work, but before I could stutter out another word he takes me into his arms and presses his beautiful mouth to mine. Tangling his fingers in my long red hair and holding me to him. It was like everything i'd always dreamed and imagined, his body cradling my small one to his, claiming mine as his own.
As I lose myself in his kiss I barely notice that I'm now splayed on the soft ground in the center of circle, and that his hands are roaming my body. His lips pull from mine and I whimper, but they move to my throat and my whimper turns to a moan.
Mid moan his teeth cut into the base of my neck, bruising the flesh and letting a dribble of warm blood cascade down into a pool in the hallow of my collar bone, where he eagerly laps it up. The throbbing pain is somehow pleasurable, and his eager licks turn my sex slick.
"Do you enjoy this little one? is it everything you hoped for?" He whispers darkly.
His eyes have a strange glint in them.
"Are you sure you made the right choice in choosing a dead man as a lover?"
I felt as if I should be scared, any sane women should be, but the wetness between my legs and his hands playing with the swollen pink buds of my breasts made me irrational. Made me not care that he was biting my hip, again hard enough to leave the pale skin purple and so that a small rivulet of blood pooled in the crevice of my hip and abdomen where he again licked it up greedily.
