Meadow Musings
BPOV
It was a fine summers day and I was wondering around in the woodlands behind my home in which I reside with meine papa. The sunlight was flittering through the leafs above my head and illuminated my sickly pale face. I galavanted through the luscious grass for a good hour, searching for mushrooms to use for my papa's suppe. We like mushrooms. As I bent down to pick the perfect shroom, I noticed an opening in the trees before me. I felt an uncontrollable urge to go and explore. As I pushed my way through the shrubbery, I stumbled upon a magnificent meadow; rich in golden dandelions and snow white daisies. It was heaven. As my eyes devoured the exquisite view, I noticed a figure lying down in the centre of the clearing. I felt a tug on my heart strings, I had to get closer. I swiftly and soundlessly made my way over and peered at the strangers face and what lay before me was none other but Prince Charming himself. I jest, it wasn't. But it might well have been with how pretty his face was. My eyes lingered over his angular jaw, speckled with stubble. "Mmm, what a man." I thought to myself, as I trailed my eyes over his brow and down to his slightly crooked nose (the only imperfect feature of his being). I was interrupted from my admiration as his eyes flickered open. I thought he was in a deep slumber but alas, I was wrong. As our eyes met, my pooish brown iris's connected with his blood red ones. It was magical. I felt a surge of joy rush over me and my heart sped up. I was becoming short of breath.
"Shit. Where's my inhaler?" I thought to myself as I gasped for air. My panic attack was rudely cut short as he abruptly sprung to his feet and closed the distance between us. We were merely centimetres apart yet the connection was strong. Our breaths were mingling. I've never been so aroused by the sight of a fellow human specimen. When the silence between us grew so thick you could slice through it with a butter knife, he leaned towards me.
This is it. The moment had come. We were finally about to exchange saliva. I could taste it already; the sweet taste of his nectar-like spit. I could hear my heart thumping inside of my abdomen as his face leaned towards my neck. I closed my eyelids as I felt his supple lips meet the skin above my collarbone. It was bliss. And then, without warning, his lips parted further and I felt his razor sharp incisors scrape across my delicate skin. Yes, he was going to mark me. I could barely hold my excitement as I waited for the suction on my neck. But what occurred next was nothing short of horrifying. He bit me.
The bastard! I suddenly realised my foolishness, I barely knew this man and yet i let him suckle on my neck.
Pain seared throughout my body and fire rippled down my veins. My vision blurred and my senses were lost. I began to feel nauseous and my head was spinning faster than a merry-go-round. It was quick. As I gave in to the intense pull of unconsciousness, the last thing I heard was the low husky voice of my handsome blood sucker as he said "see you on the other side my beloved".
The End