As inevitable as the sun rising

Moscow is beautiful of course but there is nothing here that can distract me so here I find myself following a beautiful boy as he walks past the Maly Theatre towards St Basils Cathedral and all I can think is that I must make my move before we get in sight of Gods doors. I thought that perhaps I was fine when I was in Barcelona but maybe it was the distraction that Thanh provided that dulled the aching need to once again taste human blood. His pace is slowing as I make my presence known by forcing my steps to be heard, turning slowly and without fear he smiles and stands in place. He speaks in his stunning Russian accent as he worries after the look in my eyes… “This is not a good place for you to be after dark, shall I call a car to collect you?” If only he knew that it is not me he should be worried for. I try to resist the pull I feel for him as I involuntarily take a step forward… “ Perhaps I shall walk with you?” He smiles, coming to my side and falling into step beside me.

Little more than ten meters later I lead this unsuspecting victim into the alcove of the outer theatre, kissing him gently as he protests in fear at the look in my eyes. “I will not hurt you…” Smiling sweetly, calming at my words, he surrenders to my kiss as I move down his neck and gently bite at his pulse before sinking my teeth into the tender flesh that only a human can possess. The metallic sweetness fills my mouth as he gasps and tries to pull away….and one watching would assume we were young lovers entangled in a passionate embrace. I can feel his pulse weaken and have the urge to pull away in disgust yet I know that I cannot. I will not force another into this life. I take his life as mine should have been taken so many years ago and feel the familiar rush as his blood flows into me. Laying his body down on the cold stones beneath my feet I take one last look at this beautiful boy that will never again feel the warm press of a lovers lips against his and I know in my heart I have taken much more than just his life…I walk away into the cold night.

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~ by scarlettdane on June 30, 2009.

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