She was mine, just as I was hers. Just like the night was ours. Just like the world was held in the cold liquid blue eyes of hers, or the electric green of mine. The memories, the sweet memories of her humanity and her innocence taken, one and the same, that night.
She was human, oh so many years ago. And I loved her since I saw her one night, walking with her so-called lover. I was sittin on a bench, staring into the stars, like so many other nights I spent in that little coastal town, always after I’d taken someone, always after I’d fed. And she had passed by, and saw me. She saw me so many nights after that, spent in the dim lights outside, talking. I could never bring myself to take her, and after a while, I even began to love her, not just for her beauty, or her liquid eyes.
Then one night we changed our plans, we went back to my home and she told me, “I cannot be without you any longer.” I held her close and kissed her softly, and she undid her dress and let it fall to the floor, where our other garments soon followed.
I travelled the length of her body that night, lust and passion taking over our thoughts. The room was filled with the scent of sex and blood and inscence, cum and sweat and blood and sweet opium scented smoke. Our moans echoed throughout the halls, and finally, we collapsed beside each other, entangled in the sheets, and in each other’s arms.
I whispered in her ear “I love you, Senna,” and she told me the same thing, then said, “Damien…I want to be with you forever.” I looked deep into her eyes and told her, “There is a way. You can become what I am. I can take you, my angel, and make you mine forever, and together, we will have the night.”
She looked at the brazier of inscence and watched the smoke curl and float up, and the candles burn for a few moments before turning back to me. “Do it.”
I held her close to me, cradling her back in my arms, and sank my fangs into her luscious neck, then drained her delicious blood almost to her death. The pain I caused her broke my heart, and after I slit my wrist, I gave it to her, and told her to drink, else she would die in my bed, in my arms. So she drank.
And she was mine.
And she is mine, still, and forever more.