Later that night as I lay in bed dreaming of my sweet Petru, a man appeared in my room. I could feel my mouth open and my throat strain yet no scream came out. I sensed his hand grasp my neck, but he did not touch me.
“You are a very special girl,” he whispered to me in a deep, hypnotic voice, “a girl worthy of so much more than just words and the promise of an ordinary mortal life. You are a girl worthy of immortality.”
As he approached my bed, the hair on my arms stood on end, my belly rumbled with butterflies and the space between my legs ached with longing. He lowered over me, ran his long fingers under my nightdress until he touched me, touched inside of me.
“What are you doing?” I asked finally able to speak.
In the shadows of darkness, I could see a grin cross his angular face and devilishness in his black eyes. “Ruining you for mortal men.”
He raised my gown over my body using nothing more than his mental intention, exposing my nakedness to the night air. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run away yet his power made me stay. Next thing I remembered, he was naked and inside me.
My legs widened allowing him inside deeper and deeper. I arched backward as he played with my nipples with his teeth. I was nearing orgasm when I felt the piercing in my neck. I was soon to pass out when he rose above me. He bit the space between his thumb and index finger and placed it in my mouth. As he suckled my neck, I sucked his hand. It was delicious. I wanted more, and then he was gone.
When he disappeared, I sat up. My nightgown was fully in place and the bite marks were healed. It was as though it never happened, as if it was a dream. It was not a dream. My life changed forever and so I lost my love, Petru.
I slept for two days. My mother thought I had died in my sleep and had called the priest. My father did not want me buried, not ready to let me go.
Late the second night, I awoke to the moonlight shining in my bedroom. It called me to come outside and I did. The towering juniper bushes smothered in the misty haze provided me my path forward, a path into darkness. A path I would never venture back.
I never felt such serenity and peace until I saw a silhouette nearing on horseback. The figure halted before me. A man jumped off the horse and lurched toward me. I could see by his eyes he was bad, shining in the darkness with deviousness. He pointed his sword between my breasts and tried to rip open my gown. My instincts took over. I grabbed the blade and pulled myself toward him. He was a tall, monster of a man, but that did not stop me. I sank my teeth into his chest and drank.
At the time, I thought the taste of his blood was delicious, but throughout the years, I found those tastier than him. However, he was my first. I drank until he faltered and withered beneath me. His power and even his cunning surged inside me. I was stronger than I could ever imagine.
When he fell at my feet, I gazed down at myself, my gown covered in his blood. I sank to my knees beside his body and cried. I could never return home again, never see my parents again, my dear Petru again. I would be forever on my own.
A few years later, I returned home to my village in hopes of reconnecting with my circle only to find my family and even my dear Petru had moved on with their lives. Petru had married a high-spirited daughter of a winemaker who bore him three children.
The stranger who transformed me was prophetic in saying Petru’s commitment was mere words. Forever lasted only while I was present. All that existed of me was a small stone memorial my loved ones decorated with flowers on special occasions. It was hard walking through the village, breathing the air, feeling the wind in my hair yet not being a part of the living. My forever would be one of solitude.
“You are a very special girl,” he whispered to me in a deep, hypnotic voice, “a girl worthy of so much more than just words and the promise of an ordinary mortal life. You are a girl worthy of immortality.”
As he approached my bed, the hair on my arms stood on end, my belly rumbled with butterflies and the space between my legs ached with longing. He lowered over me, ran his long fingers under my nightdress until he touched me, touched inside of me.
“What are you doing?” I asked finally able to speak.
In the shadows of darkness, I could see a grin cross his angular face and devilishness in his black eyes. “Ruining you for mortal men.”
He raised my gown over my body using nothing more than his mental intention, exposing my nakedness to the night air. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run away yet his power made me stay. Next thing I remembered, he was naked and inside me.
My legs widened allowing him inside deeper and deeper. I arched backward as he played with my nipples with his teeth. I was nearing orgasm when I felt the piercing in my neck. I was soon to pass out when he rose above me. He bit the space between his thumb and index finger and placed it in my mouth. As he suckled my neck, I sucked his hand. It was delicious. I wanted more, and then he was gone.
When he disappeared, I sat up. My nightgown was fully in place and the bite marks were healed. It was as though it never happened, as if it was a dream. It was not a dream. My life changed forever and so I lost my love, Petru.
I slept for two days. My mother thought I had died in my sleep and had called the priest. My father did not want me buried, not ready to let me go.
Late the second night, I awoke to the moonlight shining in my bedroom. It called me to come outside and I did. The towering juniper bushes smothered in the misty haze provided me my path forward, a path into darkness. A path I would never venture back.
I never felt such serenity and peace until I saw a silhouette nearing on horseback. The figure halted before me. A man jumped off the horse and lurched toward me. I could see by his eyes he was bad, shining in the darkness with deviousness. He pointed his sword between my breasts and tried to rip open my gown. My instincts took over. I grabbed the blade and pulled myself toward him. He was a tall, monster of a man, but that did not stop me. I sank my teeth into his chest and drank.
At the time, I thought the taste of his blood was delicious, but throughout the years, I found those tastier than him. However, he was my first. I drank until he faltered and withered beneath me. His power and even his cunning surged inside me. I was stronger than I could ever imagine.
When he fell at my feet, I gazed down at myself, my gown covered in his blood. I sank to my knees beside his body and cried. I could never return home again, never see my parents again, my dear Petru again. I would be forever on my own.
A few years later, I returned home to my village in hopes of reconnecting with my circle only to find my family and even my dear Petru had moved on with their lives. Petru had married a high-spirited daughter of a winemaker who bore him three children.
The stranger who transformed me was prophetic in saying Petru’s commitment was mere words. Forever lasted only while I was present. All that existed of me was a small stone memorial my loved ones decorated with flowers on special occasions. It was hard walking through the village, breathing the air, feeling the wind in my hair yet not being a part of the living. My forever would be one of solitude.
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