I walked against the wall of wind trying to prevent me from gaining access to what lay beyond. I leaned into it and pushed; it pushed back with half the force. It was only toying with me. I knew that the wind was an unrestrained creature with violent intent. It could no doubt hurl me to the frozen ground and bind me there like an insect helplessly bound to a spider's web but it did not. Instead, it feigned weakness and inch by inch I made my way forward into the land of the deceased.
I halted in the middle of the cemetery; the wind followed suit. For a moment there was no sound, no movement. All had gone dead around me. I slowly turned full circle, glancing over the white marble tombstones and the wilting flowers accompanying them. Angry black clouds rolled across the sky, drunkenly tumbling over one another, trampling the moonlight in their brawl. I leaned back into the arms of the wind and faced the sky, raising my arms up above my head. The sky rumbled and the trees bent toward me until they looked as if they may snap.
Suddenly, I was standing amidst the chaos of nature. The stillness was broken, replaced by a raging storm; the trees were pulled every which way, snapping against each other. As the wind swirled around me, I caught a glimpse of a shadow darting thru the black iron gates of the cemetery. A plump rain drop landed on my head and trickled off the tips of my hair. The rain had begun. The scenery was now complete.
I took in a deep, involuntary breath at the sudden sensation of warm lips on my neck and an arm tight around my waist. No words were exchanged, but he sensed my excitement. I turned to face him, my body pressed against his. His eyes bore deep into mine and looking into them I caught the rising hell-fire overcoming their natural icy blue. A gasp escaped my lips and a longing I had been ignoring for so long washed over me. He traced my wanting lips with his tongue, making me feel weak and vulnerable, and then kissed me deeply, embracing me so close that for a moment I thought we might melt into one solitary being. Like starving animals, we responded to one another's kisses ravenously.
I opened my eyes for a brief moment to digest the scene. The outline of gravestones and gnarly old trees over my lover's shoulder looked like a movie set, perhaps even a simple trick of light and shadows played across a white screen. With each kiss, I was slipping farther from reality. All that I recognized as being real was the warm body against mine and our heavy pants of ecstasy as the rest of the world rapidly disintegrated into nothing more than a pile of dust to be swept under the rug of my subconscious. His hand left my neck, leaving it vulnerable to the cold breeze and the tears of angels pouring down upon us, and he positioned his arm around my waist. Softly, he kissed my neck and I drew in a sharp breath in preperation. Just as I had expected, his teeth came crashing down on my flesh in a swift and angry motion, administering the vivid sense that my skin was being pierced with a sharp needle. I rocked against his mouth, whimpering at the sudden mix of pain and pleasure washing over me. I didn't breathe again until his mouth traveled back up to mine, taking me in another hungry kiss.
