I pass an elderly woman who wouldn’t give me the time of day. I think of the mouthful she’s worth and quickly dismiss the idea. She’s not worth the energy.
Years of experience have desensitized me; I view mortals only in terms of how much blood they contain. I do not befriend them, because I know eventually I will attend their funerals. I find incredible beauty in death, but it overwhelms me. I suppose it’s because it’s something I’ll never experience.
I return home to Annette. Our involvement together is most certainly temporary; she is too young to understand what I am.She is sitting on the couch smoking a clove. Her eye makeup is smeared and her dark hair wild. There is a desperation about her, a hollow look in her eyes. I can tell she hasn’t slept. She rises and stumbles over to me. She throws her arms around my neck and gazes at me, her eyes two all encompasing black holes. I turn my head as she blows sickly sweet smoke in my face.I follow her up the stairs and she pulls me into the bedroom. She lies on the black satin sheets and I run my hands over her lightly, tasting the smoke on her breath as I kiss her. I find what I am looking for and she moans quietly. I pull her shirt up and tease her nipple with my tongue as my fingers slide in and out of her. She is soaking wet; I can tell she’s been anticipating this all day. I pull off her black cotton panties and replace my fingers with my mouth. I flick her clit with my tongue and she whispers my name. I apply more pressure and she gasps. I feel a sudden pang of jealousy, wishing to be pleased as I am pleasing her, but I know she’s exhausted. This will help her sleep.I alternate between hand and mouth, stroking and sucking. I squeeze her milk white breasts and thrust my fingers into her, faster and faster, and then I reach for the scalpel on the night table, my fingers pressing her spot, working her up. As her moans become louder and louder I make a small incision on her inner thigh. My one hand resumes its thrusting while the other pressures the wound, pooling the blood. Her moans graduate to shrieks as she comes and I feel her muscles contracting. Her back arches momentarily and then she falls back, limp. I suck lightly on her thigh, coaxing the elixer into my mouth. When I am satisfied, I look up and realize she’s already asleep. I lie next to her, and dream of death.