We had only met but a few days ago, yet here we were, laying a-top of the bed, side by side, in candle-light, drinking wine, smoking, and sharing each others most deepest darkest secrets, as if we had known each other all our years of existence.
Now, I have a rather chubby appearance, a passion for the night and a thirst for hot blood. My hair is dead straight, full of split-ends and grows down to my waist, and is of many colours. My sapphire eyes are set in deep and rimmed darkly from dreaded insomnia, yet they burn bright, like fires in a cave. My gaze fixated on my new-found friend Melody, who had the beauty of a goddess with ivory-coloured, blemish-less skin. Her eyes were of deep emeralds, enchanting, seductive. I could have stared into them forever. The wine had painted her cheeks a soft pink colour.
Melody and I started talking about our most embarrassing moments; I, of course, went first. Melody grabbed my hand in a fit of laughter as I shared my story. I closed my hand over Melody's and I too laughed. Our laughter ceased, grew aware of the strong hold on each others hand, and smiled. My heart began to pound fast in my throat, I gulped hard.
Melody blushed a bright red, and bit down hard on her lip. I looked deep into her eyes, and very slowly leaned forward, all the while my eyes fixed on hers. I pressed my lips softly to hers. Her lips were sweet, and her breath smelt of wine and tobacco. She hesitated and pulled back, but still held both my hand and gaze. She swallowed back her nerves, and I leaned in again, kissing her hard and passionately this time, then slowly moved down, kissing her along her slender jaw, down her beautiful long neck. She shuddered. I shuddered in response, with mere excitement. The thick vain in her neck was visibly pulsing fast under her skin, and my mouth watered. I longed to bite into her silken skin, and taste her blood on my lips.
I was suddenly over-come with thirst, and bit, deep into her pale thin flesh of her neck. She gasped, and dug her nails into my back, yet she didn't try and push me away. Her blood was sweet, and intoxicating. It was the drug, and I had instantly become addicted. Like a bee to a flower. She started breathing heavily, her perfect breasts heaving, her back arched and her nails dug in deeper as I held her in my arms. Her deep breaths became a low moan, but soon went into a crescendo of pleasurable screams!
I pushed away from her neck; she pulled my face to hers and violently kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I felt giddy from a mixture of wine, her blood and her hot passionate kisses, I felt amazing. I had to tell her now, while I had the chance, before I lost the courage! I turned my face from her, caressed her cheek with the back of my free hand, looked into her liquid eyes and finally confessed to her my inner most feelings, "I love you Melody, and you're my world, the very reason for my existence. You give me a sense of belonging. I want you, I need you."