Lightning raced across the border of the nighttime sky. The rain poured heavily outside her window. She sat on the bed with knees bent; arms emoting submission, as her garment slid, slowly from her shoulder.

Lifting her gaze to look at him, she strained to make out his features or his emotion from his expression obscured by shadow.

He stood, blocking the only exit from the room, standing just outside the perimeter of dim light, leaning against the door frame. She thought to herself, Its better this way. Better to not look into his eyes; to not see her reflection in them.


The mahogany posts of the bed twisted down to their bulbed bases. Her foot dangled above the cold surface of the tiled floor, swinging back and forth.

With a crack of thunder, the focus of her attention was placed on the sounds of the rain. The repeating pattern of the downpour veiled, in isolation, any screams that might come from inside the room.

He moved from the door to the interior of the room stalking her position. A smile crept into the corners of his eyes as he watched her stand and softly walk around the room, leaving lit candles in her train. I introduce you to my dreams, invite you to my bed. I welcome you into my soul. Enfolding you into my body. Prostituting my soul. Prostituting my dreams. Accepting your scarce attentions as payment.

He leaned forward and kissed her neck, sampling, tasting, foreshadowing, but the act itself lacked any flavor. It was void of any spiritual warmth; its heat was ephemeral.

Nonetheless, it sparked a flood of thoughts, flowing downstream, pushing against the banks, alighting her mind with activity. Your kiss…Its duality in nature, sustains my heart between hope and despair. Too needing your touch mechanical. Too needing your kiss Iscariot.

She looked at his face while wrestling with the thoughts that were running through her mind. Too weak to make you leave… Lovingly addicted. Moving among the shadows. Your intentions are vampire-like. She looked at his face, catching the shape of his eyes. Drink of my soul. Drink deeply.

Blurred focus rested upon arbitrary fixtures in the room, as a tear embodying her silent cry fell. My soul near empty. Your soul already empty. A wound that won’t heal. My heart betrayed trust. A smile to mask.

“I love you baby,” he said as their eyes made brief contact. For a moment, for a minute, they both focused on the truth in the emptiness of his words. She understood he was about slick talk and nothing more. Nothing would matter in this moment. He was a living vampire feeding on the emotion and dreams of his prey.

He leaned in to claim his prize.

With her emotional guilt overcome by desire, she slowly bit down on his neck. Her fangs slid into the soft flesh of his throat as rivulets of red trickled down her chin. She was overwhelmed with the feeling of ecstasy and euphoria while feeling the warmth of his blood flow down through her body -neck, breast, abdomen, then arms and legs. She greedily jerked at his softening body, overcome with lust. She licked at the salty surface of his skin, covered with the coppery taste of blood, before leaning back, enraptured by the undulating waves of the chemical rush, before resuming.

His eyelids drooped as he entered into a state of fevered delirium. His vision narrowed, fuzzy at the edges, before he closed his eyes.

Her eyes sprang open, now red and flush, with the bloodlust.

The hunter had become the hunted.

by malakhai jonezs
© Copyright 2016

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    1. Thanks Elizabeth! I just rolled over to your site. You’ve been busy. I’m gonna have to catch up on my reading here. (Out loud thinking happening here: Weird that I don’t get notifications from most of the bloggers I follow. I’m sure it’s user error)

      1. I’ve been a writing fool. Spreading wings, seeing what sticks, what feels right. It was nice to read your story today, I am starting to branch out a bit into those as well. You are a great inspiration. Xx

      2. Well, thanks, but I think we are inspiring each other. You’ve got some good stuff. I enjoy reading your blog. I guess that’s what we are all aspiring to do – write things we like and hope they are entertaining to others. I’m trying different forms, styles, and rhythms myself. Seeing what sticks as well.

      3. For me it is something that flows out…and if it resonates with another, that is the reward. I’ve never explored writing in this way, and I’m enjoying the ride. 🙂

    1. Thanks Nam! Oh, you switch your post from published to draft. Then publish it for the current time. It’s easiest to do it on an Android phone, because it has the option to set the time to immediately.

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