Fairytale or Nightmare?

The Goddess in her full aspect glows her luminous light upon the dancers. They come in shades of black & white. Colours of reds, pinks & purples accentuate their beauty & their masks add an air of mystery. The men are dapper in their long tail coats & the women beautiful as their full gowns lick the floor.

This is a time for celebration & the creatures of the night swoon as the music lulls them & the Goddess’s lunar kiss touches their skin. They are the undead.

Except for one who stands alone in an alcove off to the side of the dance floor, watching the couples step to the waltz. She is young & awkward, not yet comfortable in the acquaintance of these strange yet wonderful beings. She has seen kindness amongst them has looked into the eyes of a Prince & believes she has seen love. Her heart tells her to go to him, the power of the moon upon his raw beauty draws her as a light to a moth, yet her mind yells danger.

He sits upon a marble pillar bathing in the moonlight watching the fluid movement of his King, Queen & their subjects. The lilting music drifts over him and the cool breeze from the sea invigorates. He is a being of passion & lust, nonchalant & sure of himself. This is a young vampire who believes he cares only for himself & aches for the hunger of control over those whose souls are not yet his.

He sees her standing alone, the glow of her humanity shining for all to see. Her skin is radiant in the night lights, she is young & she is beautiful. Her hair is of the purest gold, her forehead soft & smooth, cheek bones high & lips red & full.

He breathes in the sultry air, closes his eyes & smells her perfume. He lets his mind fill with her being & feels her energy as it travels upon his nerve endings. He senses & hears her heart beating, the warmth of the blood running through her veins & the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She is nervous and ill at ease yet he can sense her excitement at the beauty of the night as it in enfolds her in its magic. He watches the rise & fall of her chest & imagines his lips upon her breast.

Releasing her from his minds embrace he sighs deeply & thinks to himself, “This one will be easy, she has a raw innocence about her, she will not be able to resist my charm. One smile & she will be mine."

He laughs aloud; sliding down from the pillar he lands gracefully upon the dance floor & begins his hunt.

She senses his presence & startled turns to see who it is that is suddenly standing beside her. He is tall & slim with broad shoulders that hold the cape that falls from them with ease. His face is perfect with a small dimple in the chin & the most amazing of eyes she has ever encountered. She feels warmth rise to her face as she recognizes the man from her dreams.

“You startled me Sir!” she says as his eyes pierce her very soul. Taking her hand in his, he bows low & softly touches his lips to the soft silk glove, never letting his eyes leave hers for a second.

"Sir ZakZero at your service, my golden princess." He holds her hand for a second to long and continues in his deep, sultry voice, “Your beauty drew me to you from afar sweet lady. A most unexpected and wonderful surprise you are this evening and yet I feel we have met before. Or are you just a memory of a distant dream?”

Releasing her briefly from his gaze he breathes in the air around her & closes his eyes as he inhales the musk, lavender & untainted blood that is her essence.

She is unable to look away, for never before has she witnessed such perfection or felt such an irresistible urge to throw herself and loose herself so completely to another.

“You flatter me Sir” as she bats her eyelids & a soft pink glow covers her cheeks “never before have I seen just beauty as these that dance here tonight, amongst them I am a dull fledgling of no consequence or concern to one such as yourself.”

“Untrue my beauty! You have more to offer me that you can surely imagine & your appeal is that of the most exotic of birds” he whispers thinking of the luxurant feel of spreading his wings in flight and gliding on the currents in his favourite shape as Raven.

It is a trance, a seduction that takes over the senses as they swirl & turn to the sound of strings and a flute. The music is hypnotizing & the moon & the stars lull the sensations until they are one with the music & one with each other. She can feel his breath on her cheek, his hand on the small of her back & she arches towards him feeling his body press against hers. He is whispering in her ear a language she does not understand but makes her giddy & excited, all the time swirling & twirling her feet dancing on own accord. She feels the brush of his lips on her neck & he pulls her closer, firmer and the sweet seduction of heat on her neck.

He embraces her & makes her his, savouring the taste of her blood upon his tongue, the warmth as it enters his veins, knowing that soon she will be addicted to his bite of love...and will be his forever!