Meet Me Again, Mr. Vampire
And though people thought him odd for his strange behaviours at times - his likeness for the darkness, his midnight trips to the woods, or even his very pale skin - no one knew him like I did. I knew him, the real him and those 'strange behaviours' to others were simply normal to me.
Every single grain of life inside me ached for his touch, his words, his rustic outdoorsy smell...A single tear escaped my right eye and made its way down my cheek...
And then, from what seemed like out of no where, I felt him...
...And when I saw the glint of his fangs, I couldn't help but let him take over. I allowed myself to melt in his embrace. The music from the club faded off into the distance, the brick wall supporting my body and shaky knees.
Please note there is mature content in this story.