A smile like the Sun
The sun has gone down, I feel it in my very veins.
The absence of the beautiful all pervading death.
I rise from my coffin ready to destroy any who would be foolish enough to challenge me and
find no-one in the unnatural stillness of my crypt, Unmarred even by the sound of breath
for I have none, I am the immortal damned, the hunter of humans, the taker of life,
Vampire!
I hunger for the sweet taste of blood. It has been many days since I have fed and I am
weary from the lack of life-giving blood which my veins, heart, and warped pallet long
for, cry for in deepest need so that I may go on living in my damned existence bringing
death to the unwary humans as I have done for centuries and my brethren centuries before
that throughout the long ages as long as any can remember.
And so I leave my haven of death to stalk the outside world once more hidden in the
darkest corners of the night no more distinguishable than a shadow on the edge of your
paltry vision. I stalk the streets unafraid for none dare to challenge my unspoken might
visible only in the glare of my nocturnal eyes, I stop and sniff the air for the elusive
scent of the one I seek, she has been this way, but a scant few minutes ago in a hurry.
I can smell the fear trail she has left behind with the heady scent of her musk and I
hurry after her moving with the blinding speed common to all of my kind for tonight I will
make her mine! I will feed on her near to the point of death and bring her across to be my
love, my mate, my eternal wife, for she is the one that I have been searching for for so
many years and have followed for so long waiting till the time was right and she was ripe
for the plucking from life to clasp to my cold bosom to warm my soul chilled from the
necessity of living from night to night taking the lives of innocents and evil ones alike.
She is close I feel it, her scent is more pronounced and holds the smell of fear even more
heavily now. Does she know I approach? Impossible! What then makes her heart beat so
heavily that I can hear it as if it were my own long still one? I turn the corner with the
wind screaming in my ears and realize that it is not the wind but my love screaming in
mortal terror of three men who surround her like wild dogs snapping at their prey. They do
not hear my ever silent approach as I come up swiftly behind them, I bare my fangs and
sink them into the first and drain him dry in but seconds so great is my thirst for blood
and revenge. The second is easier than the first he falls to the ground as I snap his neck
like a dog toying with a bone, as the third kneels on the ground before me begging for his
life I reach inside him with my mind and with a simple twist crush his heart so that his
lifes blood falls upon the already darkened ground staining it with yet another life.
I turn to my love who crouches afraid next to the wall as if she would pass through it if
she only tried hard enough. "Soon" I think "she will do this and more, oh
so much more, Together we will rule the night!" I approach her slowly sheathing my
blood drenched fangs so as not to frighten her unduly until I stand next to her waiting.
She huddles scared and forlorn waiting for the death she is sure is coming and yet I stand
waiting, waiting, till she looks at me with the fear I know so well in her eyes. Then it
changes slowly as she realizes I will not harm her, could not harm her for anything, even
life itself again! She stands and looks me full in the face unflinchingly beholding all
that I am, and does not run does not shirk away from me like so many others. Instead she
smiles at me, slowly, tentatively, at first and then with increasing speed her lips part
into a smile as pure as the fresh fallen snow as bright as the sun itself, and I realize I
am undone, betrayed by my unspoken love, for her smile is indeed like the sun in that it
starts my very heart ablaze and I feel a warmth pevade my body which has nothing to do
with the blood I have consumed but everything to do with her and I realize sadly that she
is poison to me. My heart swells in my chest and bursts unable to contain the love for her
and I fall to the cold vengefull earth to lie in the freshly spilled blood a victim of my
own passion. And I feel the cold dark embrace of death clasp me to it's bosom as my love
looks on in distress as I slowly slip away into the darkness.