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The Coming Together
My mascara bled as we ran though the night, the rain was
falling like acidic tears upon the steaming ground. As the black streaks ran down my moonstone tinted skin, Morty whispered
“You look beautiful, Cynthia. I wish we could live in this night with you forever” and at that moment I know that
I only wanted this man to hold my hand and my heart.
I knew things would never be the same after that
night in that old flat of his, that something deep inside of me would change like before. After everything with Thora, I never
imagined my soul would become intertwined with another the way I did, the way we became one. That I would fall in love again
and with Mortimer.
We made it through The Quarter to St. Ann where the flat was, here at the bottom of the world and below
the sea.
I stepped out to smoke on the balcony, which over looked the blurry street below, full of
young wandering tourists and dancing vagabonds. Breathing deeply, I exhaled the clove smoke into the stale, salty air. It
was humid now after the rain. I could see the steam rising from the asphalt. I never cared for the heat or the summer for
that matter, It’s always reminds me of that Danzig song “Dirty Black Summer,” I remember listening to it
on my way here for the first time years ago, but that didn’t matter to me now. I loved this haunting, little, port city
and I loved the man I was here with tonight. I looked back to see Morty pouring the red wine into goblets he found in the
back of the kitchen cabinet. He handed me a glass of it as I walked in to escape the summer heat, and from that, moment on
the night was a haze of blood and wine.
We sat there embraced on what felt like our last night on earth.
Truth be told it could be. I was going tomorrow to give karma a hand, the new plan was to be executed the following night
and I feared how it might end.
He kissed me, tongue grazing my lips. The kiss became deeper and passionate.
Then he pulls away for a moment, took a drink of wine, and kisses me once more. He trailed down my neck now with slow gentle
kisses. I could feel his teeth occasionally graze my skin lightly. “I want to taste your blood I haven‘t tasted
it sense that first night and it‘s been with me sense, to touch you like that again…to touch your soul,”
he whispered in my ear. While his hands wandered about my body delicately. He rose to where our eyes met, touching my face
carefully as if I would shatter into six hundred and sixty six pieces. He then continued kissing his way along my body leading
his way to every sensitive spot upon me. Oh, he was such a masochist I thought to myself. He took my hand, kissing it tenderly
while making his way to my fair wrist, biting softly and looking up into my eyes.” I want to taste you; I want your
blood inside me. To flow through my veins.” He breathed quickly to me as his golden eyes grew black and blood rimmed.
I was falling within his design, bringing about the masochist in me. I was willing to give him anything he desired.
He held my wrist to his smooth lips. Carefully taking it into his mouth and making a small, yet deep incision into the
thin blue vein, in turn causing the blood to flow steadily in a crimson silhouette against his pale lips. He pressed his lips
to the severed vein, letting the blood pour gracefully into his mouth, and then sucking lightly until the flow ceased. I leaned
down to meet his blood stained lips, tasting the metallic essence left on his lips and tongue. He continued to leave a shadow
of bloody kisses along my neck and arm, and then looked up at me with an affectionate smile. He looked into my eyes as if
he were looking into my very soul. In his deep, sincere voice he spoke softly, “Will you let me violate you in the most
sensual way?” He knew I loved that song. How could I say no? I kissed him as if to say yes.
We
laid down where we were sitting, in the middle of the floor on a blanket by the open doors of the balcony. Alex crawled atop
me with his cold sculpted body enfolding and with wandering hands, tormenting kisses, and fervent determination I encircle
his lower body with my pale legs, letting him know what I wanted. I wanted to feel his cold vampire warmth inside of me.
He
slowly penetrated me while touching and kissing me gently. I writhed with desire and ecstasy as he impelled me with delicate
filigree, causing the sadist in within me to emerge. “I want to taste you, drink you. I want you blood in me, be apart
of me.” I told him a rush of lust. I bit into his neck with eloquent rage, puncturing the veins instantly eliciting
blood to flow from him like a river. The claret like fluid dripped upon my breasts and abdomen as I pulled back from his neck
and took in a desultory breath. He fastidiously licked the spilled blood from my body with his agile tongue. I placed my hand
behind his head, feeling his thick black hair tangle around my fingers. I pulled him closer to me. Pressing my lips against
his strong neck once more, sucking gently, and consuming his life’s flow. The sanguine poured from him into me, I felt
blissful and complete. I could feel his love. I knew he was mine.
He was mine and I was his eternally,
we were two souls who lives depended on the others.
That morning as the cursed dawn invaded our eminent
night we laid down together in his coffin for what felt like the last time. I drifted off that not wanting this to end, but
I knew when the following night came I would be on my way to vindicate the past
“Where there is love there will be grief”
Mortimer
confided in me that that last night we were together before I left that the thought of needing someone scared him. “I
tried my whole life not to depend on anyone.” He said to me as we laid in him dark coffin before being lured away by
the sleep that would indelibly come for us. The real fear, he said, “Is that I will be left here completely alone again,
lost, for my life would rely upon them somehow. What if it isn’t worth the pain in the end?” He was afraid of
love. “Where there is love there will be grief, and I have got to quit quoting songs,” he said with a slight laugh
at the end.
I wanted him to need me, “Without you I have nothing, nothing to look forward to,
nothing to live for.” I told him. “You have plenty to live for; you are the one who seeks the revenge for those
who can’t avenge themselves. You have a purpose for greater than any Vampire You have found your place with The Gods.”
He argued. “Morty, I want you to need me, I want you to feel like you can’t live without me, because that’s
how I feel about you. Before you I was really going to end it, I had a method and a date set, but you made those plans impossible.”
I whispered sincerely to him, “Before you I was lost, bitter, and cold. I was disenchanted by life. Everything is different
now. I have you.”
He sighed, and I think at that moment he let go, let himself feel and overcame
his fear. His fear of love.
“I will never leave you,” I said to him, “I love you”
“I
love you too, Cyn.” and we fell into a deep comatose sleep once more.
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