Swoon

Pounding music and flashing lights in the darkness made the club near surrealistic. The people dancing, reminiscent of primitives dancing in the firelight. The sights, sounds and raw emotion washed over the vampire, but he was searching for a different flavor. Ahh, there it was again!

Reaching out, his mind found the woman he’d been following for the last two hours. The despair and loneliness radiated from her. A plain woman, given to slight chunkiness, she dressed and made herself up to cover the flaws she saw in herself. But that couldn’t hide the fact there were never messages on her answering machine. Never a second glance from any man. She felt she had so much to give, but no one seemed interested. He sensed that she had reached a point of no return in her life. She was here to say good bye to the world that had treated her so poorly, then go home to seek her end. He would help her find that passage.

He was tall, with a noble, face and regal bearing, with short dark hair and piercing eyes. He didn’t walk so much as glide, a shadow in the glaring light. Reaching her table, he waited patiently until she met his eye. He reached out his hand to her. Her eyes were like those of a deer as she took it and allowed him to pull her from her seat and lead her out onto the dance floor. Despite the wild tempo of the techno pop, he held her close in a warm embrace. She shivered at his touch.

Speaking directly to her mind, he told her that she’d been treated too harshly. She was beautiful, proud and strong. The people in her life were fools to have not seen it. She deserved so much better. If she would so honor him, he could show her the true meaning of love. Still swaying to the music, he took her face into his hands, looking probingly into her eyes. They were bright with tears. Her mascara was running slightly in a couple of places. Softly, he pressed his lips to hers. With that simple contact, she sighed into his mouth and melted against him. He insulated them from the world, pouring thoughts of acceptance and love into her.

They danced together that way for two hours. There were never words. Just her eager embrace and his gentle touches and thoughts. She devoured the attention, filling herself with it to overflowing. At last, he led her off the dance floor and helped her into her coat. After a final kiss, he followed her to her apartment.
Walking in, it was as he had expected. Bright colors, frilly things. A vain effort to make things appear happy and fulfilled. He noticed the pictures of smiling men’s faces. Her face was never in any of the pictures. The pictures of her were as a child, heavy and always alone. She hung up their coats, looking at him nervously.
"C..Can I get..." She stammered.

He placed a finger over her lips, telling her mind that words were not needed here. He led her by the hand into her bedroom. The double bed was filled with idiotically smiling stuffed toys, her make up table filled to overflowing. The only light, a bright pink pair of neon lips blinked on and off, alternating with the words "Hey Hot Stuff!"

Clumsily, she tried to unbutton his shirt, but his hands covered hers and guided her down the line of buttons. He helped her strip off his clothes, the neon light making his pale skin pink. He allowed her long minutes of touching and exploring his body. He gave her the reaction she was hoping for. Carefully and gently, he removed her clothes, piece by piece. He led her, naked to the bed, sliding beneath the covers. He covered her mouth with fierce kisses that made her breath stutter. His flaming kisses making her body respond in ways she had only imagined. Her pounding heart and singing blood ringing in his ears. Parting her legs, he slipped deep inside her, making her cry out as he took away her virginity. He would be her first and last lover. He was a strong and gentle lover. Teasing her body to the very edge, then pulling back.

Finally, he felt that she was on the edge of orgasm. Fangs sliding down, he bit into her throat, filing his mouth with passionate blood. She cried out as the orgasm washed over her, clutching as his body, pulling it closer as he drank her life. Soon she lay still, heart fluttering, but a contented smile on her lips. As her heart fluttered it’s last beats, he licked her blood from his now warm lips and kissed her softly a final time. Whispering into her ear, he said "I love you." With a sigh of happiness, she passed beyond the light.

The vampire untangled himself from her dead limbs, carefully composing them into an attitude of slumber. She deserved that final dignity. Brushing her hair with his fingers, he stood and quickly dressed. Leaning over her, he kissed her forehead. Never looking back, he slipped into the night.