leaving

She waited for him in the dark night, she loved him. Once again did love prove blind.
A rustling through the stand of nearby trees announced his coming. As always he was pale and beautiful, often she wished she could match his beauty, but satisfied herself with holding him. She brushed his hair from his face as he greeted her with a soft kiss. Hand in hand they walked to a shallow dip in the land, she shivered slightly and he flipped his cloak around her shoulders and held her close against the chill.

They sat silently in the soft grass in their hollow, briefly she wondered why the sky was so empty, usually it was brimming with stars. He kissed her again, deeply drinking pleasure from her lips. Tiny butterfly-soft kisses down her chin to her neck, at the base of it he gently nipped her. Still his teeth caught her vulnerable flesh and her eyes took on a surprised glint as a tracing of blood trickled from her neck. He’d never hurt her before. The line of red slid down into her dress causing a pink stain to form over her heart. Seductively his tongue followed her blood down, unlacing the front of her dress. She sighed, making barely a noise. Teasing he kissed her breast. Then he bit, his teeth now long and sharp, embedded in her chest. He pulled her apart until her heart beat exposed. Piercing the pounding muscle with his fangs, tearing veins and arteries, he ripped her heart out. Her body became an exotic construction of a fountain spraying the red, life-liquid. Standing he sipped from the spouts, sighing as if refreshed, he clutched the precious heart to his chest. He slipped away, back the way he had came, easier to do things quickly.
She had left the world before she knew she had gone, her body emitted a last gasp, as the fountain turned to dying streams, pooling around her body and soaking into the ground beneath it. Catching the scent of death, canine and winged scavengers emerged from the night. The now pink dress ended in silky shreds as the creatures fed upon her body. When the sun opened its sleepy eyes there were gleaming bones left in the lonely hollow, all that was left of her, she had gone. The love had gone.