For those with a dark side—
The man stood over me in the darkness. His black eyes burning in the night. He smiled down at me showing two razor sharp fangs.
"Hello August," he said. How the hell did he know my name?
"What do you want?" I asked, trying not to sound scared.
"You dear," he laughed, "Just you."
I couldn't believe what happened next. He kissed me hard on the mouth and then grabbed my hair, turning my head to the side. Holding me tighter than truly necessary, he kissed down the line of my jaw, then down my neck, stopping to whisper in my ear.
"This will only hurt a little…"
I could hear the laughter in his voice, even at a whisper. He kissed along my neck a few more moments, and then I felt it.
I'd resolved the whole thing to be a dream, until I felt the pain of knives cutting through flesh. I heard a gasp in the distance, then realized it had been my own sharp intake of breath. After a few moments, the pain dissolved into pleasure. I could feel everything. I could feel the air around us, as well as the air entering and exiting my own lungs. I could feel the heat from my body mix with the iciness of his. I could even feel the blood being sucked out of my veins, through my neck, and entering his cool mouth, as his lips moved against my burning skin.
My breath started to come easier after a few moments. Every nerve ending in my body was going crazy. A few more minutes passed and he finally withdrew. A part of me was relieved and exhausted, and another part of me wanted to hold him to me. I wanted his lips on my flesh, I didn't want it to stop yet. I knew he could hear my heart pounding in my chest, because I could.
When I finally opened my eyes and looked at the stranger, I could see the blood, my blood, staining his white teeth and dripping from his lips and chin. Even seeing it there, on his face, I still wanted more of him.