Loving Darkness – boys are delicious

He walked through a dark, quiet alley when he met the love of his life. Myrielle. It wasn’t love at first sight.

Not at all.

It was more a coincidence that they ever got to the point where they saw each other in that way.

Their relationship was a prey-predator-relationship. And he was not the predator. She hadn’t hunted in weeks and was desperate to fill the emptiness in her stomach. He was perfect for her.

So beautiful, innocent warm.

She was in a high birch tree, waiting for him to pass by, deep in his own thoughts, not suspecting anything.
She saw his pale skin shimmering in the moon light, and her excitement grew. Soon, so very soon she would feel the warm, sweet blood running down her throat.

Her muscles tightened and she was ready to jump. She smiled, remembering the last victim’s desperate panicking screams.
Soon, so very soon she would hear them again.
He was only a few steps away and she jumped. The warm wind blew through her long black silky hair. Softly she landed in front of him.

Smiling, snarling, so beautiful.

Her fangs sparkling.

He stopped immediately and froze. Never has he seen such beauty and cruelty united. Panic rolled over his body. He shivered and couldn’t take his eyes of her. Only inches away from each other they stood. Both knowing what would happen. Then she attacked. Her fangs digging deep into his neck. He didn’t do anything. Hypnotized he let her drain the life out of him. Then she stopped. She drew back and stared at him. Kneeling on the ground, his head hanging down, black blood dropped from his neck on his knees. He looked up into her eyes. His eyes, golden-sparkling eyes, pierced her down and she dropped to her knees in anguish when she noticed what she had done. Silver tears rolled down her cheeks and she screamed. She had almost killed a creature, so unique and stunning. It was a crime for any species to touch him. An angel. A fallen angel. So pure and irresistible.

But he was alive.

He got up and the wounds on his neck slowly closed. Devastated she looked up to him, guilt and pain reflecting in her dark eyes. He said “Get up!” and took her hand. Slowly she got up and wiped the black blood off her chin. His warm fingers clasped around her cold hand, and they walked slowly down the alley. Moonlight shining down through the trees, now enlightened their path.

by Celestine Stadnick