The Man in Profile
I watched her open the door to find a young man standing anxiously on the other side. She let him in but he didn't come far. He looked around and spotted me. I raised my glass in his direction as a greeting. I knew he wouldn't be staying long.
"I'm sorry," she said as his face fell. He slowly turned around and walked back out. I couldn't help but smile just a little bit as she shut the door and turned back to face me.
"Who was that?" I asked, watching every step she took.
"Just a little something I picked up the other night," she answered, slipping into my lap.
"Got bored of him?" I murmured against her neck. I could smell the blood flowing through her veins. She just laughed.
"You know you're not one to share," she teased, taking the glass from my hand. She dropped it and somehow managed to make it land on the table.
"You know me so well," I purred, lifting her chin to kiss her. I could taste her on my lips and her scent filled my nostrils. She was beautiful and dangerous all at the same time. But unlike the little snack that had just walked out the door, I wasn't afraid of what she could do. Any wounds she caused would heal. And she was not afraid of what I could do back. I relinquished her lips and gazed into her eyes.
"Don't speak," she whispered, holding a slender finger to my mouth. She commanded and I obeyed her. I kissed her fingertip before moving towards her throat. I peppered it with kisses until I could fight the alluring scent no longer. She did not protest as I let fang sink into flesh. It was delight, pure and carnal as her blood spilled into my mouth. I knew she felt the same, her hands clawing at me. This was what it was to be immortal, to shed the mortal coil.
"Josef," she rasped, and I went to meet her lips, letting her taste the sweet nectar that sustained us both.
"Shh…" I breathed.