Adam continued to lazily strum his guitar. He had the strength for little else. Eventually, his eyes began to fall and slowly he slipped into another dreamless slumber. He thought.
The room was dark, black and void of any light. The air was so stale he felt he could choke on it. As he looked around, Adam knew something was watching him from the darkness. It wasn't followed by the unease of being spied on, but there was no doubting that something somewhere was watching him. Adam felt comfortable which made it worse.
"My sweet Adam."
The greeting was softly whispered from the shadows. It surrounded him, wrapping the vampire in familiar warmth and comfort.
"Where are you?" he asked. Adam didn't bother yelling because something told him it wasn't needed.
"Close." She whispered back.
Adam spun in his spot, turning multiple times to try and see her.
"I want to see you." He said, still turning and searching for her in the dark. "Why are you hiding? Where are you?"
Adam felt panic course through him the longer he couldn't find her.
"I'm coming, my darling." She sang. "I'll be with you soon."
Adam suddenly shot up, awake and panting heavily.
Adam felt like he was sweating –an impossible task to be sure- but he felt it. His eyes darted around the familiar layout of his living room. Nothing was out of place, not an instrument nor a speck of dust shifted. But something was wrong. Something was new. He couldn't place his finger on it until he remembered the dream.
"Lilith." He breathed the name quietly and felt no safer for it.
Feeling the memories begin to bubble inside his brain, Adam leaned forward in his seat and rested his elbows on his knees. He readied himself for what was to come.
Like every other time he spoke her name, Adam knew the surge of emotions were coming. Oh how he lamented them…
Her perfect voice still echoed in his brain, calling to him and making his feel safe. And then the rest of her would always follow. Adam could see her slate grey eyes, the way they changed depth of color like soapstone, jumping from the brightest shade to the darkest tone.
Then her face would gradually fill in around them, her ivory white skin, her sculpted features and her beautiful lips. Her tresses would always stay hidden, consumed by the blackest black that would surround her in his mind. She was beauty to him, pure and terrifying. She was perfection. She was a part of him and him a part of her.
She was his mother.
Adam felt the inevitable sting of hurt and the pain of her abandonment after recreating her image in his mind. It was the part he hated. While he could swim forever in the love he felt for her, it would eventually turn frigid with the memory of her sudden departure.
Without warning, Adam launched himself across the room and slammed his fist into the wall. He froze. Drywall crumbled to the ground and he sighed. As he pulled his fist from the wall, Adam cursed himself for still caring. He'd moved on with his life. He'd met a new love, a better love, and no longer needed Lilith.
Adam reluctantly returned to his couch and sank once again into the cushion. He hated lying to himself, but it never stopped him from doing it. He would always miss her and worse yet, he would always love her.
Very short, but I liked how it came out. I still haven't decided if I should turn this into an actual story or not. Let me know what you guys think.