The Art of Death

The last minutes of daylight fade into blackness. Soon the beautiful darkness will dominate the sky. With the night comes an awakening. With darkness comes freedom. The freedom in knowing who you are. The freedom in letting go. Desires are a little sweeter when the darkness is near. Lily knows the darkness only too well; both sharing a hunger that’s insatiable. She can almost taste the richness of her unsuspecting lover. Smell the fear as she brushes his lips with her kiss of death. Witness the unmistakable look of terror in his eyes as she drinks the life out of him, spreading it unto herself. His essence flowing, giving her renewed power. Strength. And supreme satisfaction. Lily’s mouth waters in anticipation as she envisions the unwilling sacrificial submission of his soul, ultimately making him a part of her. Another to walk the path of the undead. Death in exchange for eternal life. What a small price to pay.

She walks naked through double doors leading onto the balcony and stares into the amaranthine darkness. It greets her like a lover would. The black sea of the sky comforts her. Wind whips furiously against her body, forcefully lifting the hair off her slender shoulders. Her large rosy nipples react to its cool touch then harden. Tingles of pleasure transcend downward, swirling around her thighs and between her legs. She feels the new blood reviving her. Totally free and primal, she is somehow connected to the sleeping world. Her world. Her sanctuary.

The position of the moon tells her it is time. Lily turns around and walks back into the bedroom. A man is dreamily sleeping, lost in his last peaceful slumber. His sight arouses her undying hunger along with her body. Soon he will awaken and be taken by her. He will join her in this world where the darkness holds no boundaries. Where desire is sipped and swallowed. Lily believes he is the right man to walk beside her, carefully and personally selected. His strength, wealth, and take-charge personality are all things her world needs. He is the kind of man that men will loathe and women will endlessly lust. But all will respect him for no other reason than the power he holds once he tastes her blood. Yes, he will fit in quite well. His devotion towards her makes it easy. His love makes it special.

Sitting beside him Lily strokes his thick dark hair running fingers along the contours of his face. Skin still warm. She touches his neck, the veins slightly pulsating. A faint heart beat. There’s little life left. The time to finish is now. Her body responds and submits to the hunger of his sweet blood. She lets out a soft cry and brings her face to his neck. Her sharp teeth break the skin and the blood flows into her. Time stands still as she expertly sucks, consuming the last drops of his mortality.

Once finished she rises. Trickles of blood run down the sides of her scarlet lips. Her pussy is wet and a different kind of ache awakens. Teasingly she leans over his lifeless body rubbing her breasts over his bare chest.

But the change happens much too soon and takes her by surprise. His once vibrant blue eyes are now full of blackness. His gentle demeanor is wild and almost maniacal. Grabbing her hair, he pulls her face up close to his. He tastes his blood on her lips.

In a flash it all comes back to him. The seduction. The helplessness. The surrender. A loyalty deceived. A love taken and abused. Lily stares back at those cold blank eyes in disbelief, fighting the fear inside her. What went wrong? Where did this evil come from when there was no intention?

He then crushes his burning lips on hers, tasting the very essence of the life she took away. He’s enraged. He’s on fire. He sees the fear she’s trying so desperately to hide and it both excites and empowers him. He feels this overwhelming need, or is it desire, to fuck her. Her beauty still has a profound affect on him. He almost feels himself loosing control, as her beauty is intoxicating and, as he now has learned, deadly. The man he was just moments ago struggles with the beast. But he has no use for that kind of weakness any longer. She snarls at him exposing her fangs. Her eyes change from green to a sort of glowing gold. Yet before she can run he attacks her, pushing her on the bed and pinning her down. Lily furiously twists and turns trying to escape but his strength is much greater than hers. What kind of beast did she awake inside of him?

For a brief moment his eyes flicker blue then black. He forcefully spreads her legs and then enters her. She’s pinned down on the bed and cannot move, cannot stop him. The love she has for this man is replaced by a fear she’s never known. He rapes her for what seems like hours. Lily cries out but that only makes him more excited. With each thrust his face and body changes until he is no longer the man she loves but a monster. Her nails dig into his skin but once her fingertips come in contact with his blood she screams in agony. His blood is literally burning her.

He is deaf to her cries. He can only focus on the pleasure he derives from fucking her. He can’t stop and he doesn’t want to. She is shaking beneath him, her body trying to decipher the incredible pain flowing through her veins. He presses his lips down on hers and is surprised that she is responding with passion rather than disgust. He pulls away and looks into the sea of her violet eyes. The fear is gone. All he sees now is a vampire gone mad. Her eyes are wild with determination. Lily shows him her teeth and the sharp fangs grow even longer. Her nails become claws. Showing unnatural strength she breaks free from underneath him and throws him hard against the wall.

She attacks him and they start to fight. They roll on the floor locked in an embrace of death. Like two untamed beasts their one focus is to kill. He tries to fight her off but she is too powerful. His will is depleting. Hers is awakening. With each blow he grows weaker. Then, right before her eyes, he starts to change back. Back into the man who loves her. Back to flesh and bone. Instinct is telling her to kill him. Her heart begs her to stop.

He looks up at her with genuine fear in his now blue eyes. He backs away, screaming and begging her to stop. Lily moves closer unable to fully comprehend what is happening. Her mind is not her own. Within seconds she is a woman again. The bruises and scratches on her body slowly disappear. She looks at him crouched in the corner like a frightened little boy. It’s unimaginable to think that just minutes before he was a savage beast trying to kill her.

He reaches out his unsteady hand and she takes it. Lily can tell he is disoriented and distraught. His face is streaked with tears and his body is trembling. He asks her what happened, tells her the last thing he remembers is falling asleep. She believes him. She searches his eyes for any traces of deception but only sees innocence. He falls into her arms and cries.

She whispers in his ear and tells him everything will be all right. They hold each other for a long time. After a while she is the one who is crying. She knows what must be done. She has no choice. Her heart is breaking. From underneath the bed she takes out a long silver stake and in one single movement she pulls him out of their embrace and stabs him in the heart. He has no time to escape as the cold blade rips through his soul. Dark blood pours out of his mouth. She watches as his lifeless eyes close and his body goes limp. She lets out a bellowing scream and runs out onto the balcony.

She stares out into the blackness of the city. She still has the bloody blade in her hand. She stares at it as if looking at it for the first time and puts her mouth to taste the blood. She runs back inside and he is lying dead on the floor. She drops the stake and it falls to the floor. She takes him in her arms and cries. She had to do it. She had no choice. The beast inside him had to be stopped. Lily closes her eyes and all she can see is the look on his face at the moment of his death.

Guilt and pain consume her. Her mind searches for a way out of this hell. She sees the bloody stake shining on the floor and then it hits her. She has to finish this once and for all.

The stake is now in her hand. Lily brings it to her heart and with all her might plunges it deep into her centuries old flesh collapses beside him. As she lies there waiting to die she rests her eyes on his beautiful face. In the last seconds of her existence she sees his eyes open and flash red.