Vampire in the Mist (No. 1 in a series)

Vampire in the Mist

The oddly beautiful silhouette emerged from the misted wood line.
The vapors surrounded it like a protective shield.

The full moon brushed the scene with subtle light
Touching the image with a calm yet eerie twinge.

The tall figure commanded respect
Long blonde hair fluttered on the breeze
The curves from top to bottom were accented by shadows
The only visible flesh was pale even in the dim light
The eyes were haunting in their own right
The fangs barely visible past the full ruby lips
Everything else was darker than black.
 

 In a blink of an eye, she was gone

 Simultaneously you could feel her,
A hungered breath on your neck.
Frozen in fear the scream never leaves your throat
 

The moist heat numbs your veins
And trickles down over your collar bone.
Nothingness rules the seconds
Time ceases to exist.

Seconds tick to minutes
Still nothing.
No pain,
No abilities,
No movement.

In a heartbeat,
The mist dances in the wood line
You watch her return to the darkness

Your knees buckle
The ground hard beneath them
You watch the mist twist and turn

A pair of eyes lock on yours
Fangs ghastly illuminate in the moonlight

A voice disgustingly sweet,
Hangs on the heavy air…

“Sleep well, my treasure.  Until we met again,”

                           Written by Tink 2/14/09 11:45am