The Silver Kiss, Dreaming of you

Walking on the street, Zoë kicked the dirt and pulled her long black hair away from her face. The sun hung high and not a cloud to be seen. It was the hottest day it had been since the first hint of summer. Two years have passed since she met the vampire in the park and then watched him die.

The tall slim girl was walking to school, although perhaps this time, it would be the last. She was walking right into graduation and she didn't even have a car yet. A frown creased her face.

In the last two years, she had moved three times. It had been one struggle after another. Atleast she was eating right. She decided not to waver her slim figure.

But no matter how much she tried to fit into all these high schools everytime she moved, people regarded her as eerie and weird. A loser a loner, yada yada. How desolate the school halls seemed, even though they were always crowded with people.

If people weren't ignoring her, they were harassing her. With their bullied jokes, they'd slam her into a locker, throwing papers at her, or what happened once before, sticking gum in her hair. It would be best to get gradation over with, put the rough life behind her, and start anew and determined. But why did determination come so hard right now?

She found she regretted going to gradation. Farther down the road, she passed a park seen in the corner of her eye. It reminded her of a certain someone she knew. His name was Simon. Lonely nights called his name.

At the school, she put the repulsive gradation uniform on and got handed her diploma of gradation. As she walked back down to her seat, she heard someone whisper, witch, demon. She cringed.

Zoë ripped the uniform off and left the school yard behind.

She went to the park. It was different from Simon's park. Even so, that park was long in her past and was hundreds of miles away. All she had was here.

She flinched as someone moved behind her. She thought for a brief second it really could be Simon but no, when she turned, she stared at an old man with a cane in his hand.

He smiled, creating wrinkles on his pale face. He said, "This place is a wonderful park, isn't it" He coughed, more wrinkles cringing in the corner of his eyes.

Zoë looked at the man and eyed the park. It consisted of a giant grass clearing and a play ground in the center filled with sand, juggle gyms and slides. Cute. There was a couple and a little girl playing with a ball on the other side of the clearing.

"Yeah," Zoë said not looking at the old man. He patted her shoulder and slowly went on his way. The clicking of his cane echoed on the pavement until it eventually faded away.

An overwhelming feeling came over her. It was so peaceful, the sun no longer blazing and a breeze blowing through the shade. She sat down on a bench and watched the family in the distance. They caught the ball and they laughed and cheered. It gave Zoë a serene feeling.

It was around dinner time when Zoë headed back home. There was her father cooking in the kitchen. Her father smiled briefly as she came in the door. She headed up the stairs and up into her room, wondering if she'd ever get used to it. The calm feeling she had before was gone.

Midnight came and Zoë laid awake in her bed. She was half reading a cheesy romance novel by flashlight until she got bored and threw it aside. She laid there awhile on her stomach. She stared at the darkened bedspread, the vine pattern interweaving and blooming with roses.

Suddenly she felt a blast of humid air in her face. She looked around shocked and then she spotted what she never dreamed of expecting. A green mist hovered infront of her. It had come from the window.

"Simon," She choked out. The mist swirled and formed into a human figure. But she drew back dissappointed when she seen the face. It was not Simon.

"Who are you!" She said almost harshly.

The newcomer looked back shocked, "Why are you not frightened, girl?" He looked her over and came near.

"You are a vampire! So there are more of you? I never thought-" The vampire's face was only inches away from her own.

"I'm surprised, so you know about us?" He smiled, "What vampire would let a human girl know his secret and let her live?"

"I'm sorry. You are here to take my blood aren't you?"

This pleased him and he stepped back, thinking to himself. She seen he had white hair like Simon's, although it was longer and draped down his back. His face was more slender and elven-like. His eyes were red and he wore all black.

"I don't want to die," Zoë said, bravely. The vampire came close again.

"You don't?" He took a strand of Zoe's long hair and ran his fingers through it. His hand touched her neck and a sensation rolled down her back, "Lonely girl. I see into your mind, Zoë. Yes, Simon. He was very fond of you. But I see it was not a happy ending." He caressed her hair.

"I am also lonely. Only nights I have, feeding on my only. . . friends." The vampire continued, "You must forgive me, I can go on and on about my personal problems. There aren't many out there that can understand a vampire, you see.

Zoë nodded. The vampire was sitting on the bed beside her. And his mouth went to her neck. She felt the puncture, the blood fall onto her neck and into his mouth, and the overwhelming passion that grew into her whole body.

With all her strength, she tried to stay conscious. If she gave in, this vampire would kill her. More and more blood was taken and she became dizzy. She slowly reached her arms up and pushed at his chest. She knew she could never have a enough strength to shove away a vampire. Although willingly, the vampire felt her shoves and drew back.

She looked up at him cold and shaken. He wiped his mouth clean and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"This is my silver kiss to you," He whispered in her ear, "I will honor your request for life." He stepped off the bed and went to the window. "I envy your bravery, perhaps I will let you live for awhile.

"Until we meet again." He evaporated and was gone.

Zoë was left on the bed trembling. A tear came to her eye. The same feeling of Simon's embrace had washed over her.

It was the silver kiss of a vampire that she could ever find comfort.

She would wait for the vampire to return.