The icy cold tendrils of breath on my inner thighs was the only warning I had before the frigid swipe of the Vampires tongue against my unsuspecting clit brought my sleep riddled brain into full, but shocked, reality. I looked down somehow knowing before my eyes landed on the Demon from my haunted dreams that the time had come.
Red eyes glowing from a shadowed face met mine; a chuckle burst forth from the cold lips of my destiny before he casually turned his head to the side and nipped the soft tender skin right below the lips of my fully exposed vagina. Everything seemed to take on a morbid sense of enhanced vertigo, the soft emanating glow from a stilted moonbeam shone through the parted curtains of my open window. I could smell the sweet scents of spring as a soft breeze blew in billowing the light layers of my shimmering curtains in a ghostly apparition of flowing white.
The world went into slow motion... I lay halfway down my bed my legs dangling off the end, the soles of my feet tickling from the soft abrasion of thick carpet, as my feet swung slowly back and forth not quite touching the floor. Oddly enough I felt no terror for this monster that knelt between my widespread legs. For I'd always known that someday he would come for me.
My body from knees to shoulders felt bereft of movement, an almost silken invisible force kept me immobilized. I tried halfheartedly to move, feeling in my heart of hearts it would be impossible. It was. Knowing that death was at hand I felt something of an inner peace still over me, it was the waiting that I had feared the most, the not knowing. And now that I was about to meet my maker I could feel a crazy kind of relief, a release.