This is the second time you have come to me in the night to ease the aching I feel in my chest and vanquish the longing for your warm mouth. Lying beside you now as you sleep, sated by my body. Your chest rising and falling slowly as the glow from your satisfied hunger still shows on your face. Reaching out to you, my cool hand following the outline of your body, gently down from your shoulder to your hip. Thanking you with my touch for awakening me and for being able to satisfy your fetid hunger but more for releasing that hunger in me.
But I want more, so much more. For you this is merely a quenching of your desires a fetish of power over the world. For me you have unleashed a hunger. Leaning over to gently place a kiss on your shoulder before I rise, my lips lingering as I thank you again. Stepping quietly out of the room I leave you sleeping peacefully.
As I walk out into the dark the night breeze cools my skin. Inhaling deeply, filling my lungs with the sweet scent of Datura, it's pale tubular blossoms almost incandescent in the moonlight. I want to feel alive; I want to quell this burning need I feel inside. Passing the lit windows of houses along the street I will for the light to flicker, for a shiver to run over the souls of the occupants as I pass. But the night is unchanged.
The quiet ebb of the waves filling my ears as I approach the beach stirring the memory of the first taste I ever had of your blood. The way I felt your heartbeat entering me as we became one and the flow of your heartbeat pounding in my head. My lungs filling with the salty air, salty like your taste. Pausing I glanced over at the cemetery, the gravestones glowing in the moonlight as they stand like quiet soldiers guarding their contents like quiet reminders of mortality.
I had seen him approaching, a dim shadow moving along the side of the road by the trees. As he neared his features emerged from the shadows. It was him. We'd laughed earlier how this young man would be ideal. So young and fresh, with a taste like sweet nectar you had sighed. He looked about twenty-four, with that eager expression that yearns for knowledge or at least a purpose. His blond hair close cropped and his lightly tanned skin so smooth I was sure it would feel like silk under my fingers if I touched him.
Greeting him, I fell in step beside him
"I saw you looking at me earlier, you were licking your lips" he said quizzically with his head tilted slightly to the side exposing his tender neck.
"Yes, my friend was admiring your looks"
