A Choice
(Final Edition)
by Dan Bonser

	I had been needing to get out for awhile, and that night, was the perfect night, the perfect place.  Here, I was an anonymous guy on the dance floor, moving and swaying to the heavy thumping coming from all around.  A stranger in a far away city.  I didn’t live in that city, I was only passing through, my hotel was just a few blocks away.  I was glad to be away from the college life.  Several of my friends went back to see some family.  Me, I went to New York.
	The club was amazing.  When you entered, you entered on a cat walk, above the dance floor.  Perfect place for looking down the women’s shirts.  Some parts of the floor even looked to be mirrored.  The floor was so crowded though, I’m sure you couldn’t even see peoples feet, let alone the reflections of the floor.  The music switched again, but the beat remained the same.  Suddenly long blonde hair moved under my chin.  The girl’s butt extended backwards, finding its way into my crotch.  My body reacted instantly.  I couldn’t smell any alcohol rising up from her, but she was obviously out looking to score, whether or not it was alcohol, or I was just the random guy for the night.  Me, I needed a release, but not that kind of release.
	The music, the dance, her closeness was intoxicating enough.  One more year of college.  I pushed the thought from my mind.  But it was hard not to think about, graduating early with honors.  As long as I could survive the last year.  Funny to think, a couple of hours later, I would wonder if I would survive the night....
	But that was, of course, the future.  At that moment, I was moving to the beat, my aroused phallus grinding into the pretty woman’s tight ass, and she ground harder back.  Part of me wanted to curse my body for being aroused so easily.  It was the music I had craved, it was the music we were dancing too, but my hormones had started.  The music switched oh so subtly, and somehow slowed down, but not much.
	She straightened, pressing her back against my chest.  I was acutely aware of how hard her back was.  Her entire body was well toned.  Me, I spent all my time studying.  I wasn’t fat, but my body was soft.  I almost wondered if that turned her on, or off, almost.  One of her hands slid between her buttocks, and my crotch, and she gripped my erection tightly.  Her other gripped the back of my hair.  I pushed backwards against her hand, her body arched slightly, to compensate for my height.  I hate hormones, I hate being driven by them, I didn’t hate it when my right hand rested on her stomach.  I really didn’t hate it when it slid upwards, under her loose shirt.  I didn’t even hate to confirm my suspicions that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  And she didn’t hate it at all when I gasped in her ear, the instant I took a nipple between my fingers.
	Perhaps she thought I had a spasm from passion.  Perhaps she didn’t even notice, and her reaction to grip my hair tighter was just an impulse.  I do know, her eyes were closed, and she didn’t see what I had really gasped at.  My eyes were turned upwards, towards the catwalk in front of the entrance way.  My eyes were locked solely on Her.  The light simply clung to Her, what little light there was.  She radiated out against the crowd, everyone else just seemed...darker.  She leaned briefly against the rail, surveying the crowd below Her, like a queen, She simply was above the crowd.  Her hair was short and jet black against Her pale skin, it even seemed to glisten in the intricate lighting of the club.  Her innocent expression reminded me of an angel, Her predatory gaze made me gasp.
	Back to reality, the blonde pulled my head down, my mouth by her ear.  My hot breath seemed to turn her on more, which seemed impossible considering her hard nipples and the groping she was doing herself.  She then turned quickly, just as the music changed, ‘accidentally’ brushing her lips over mine.  She raked her fingers down my chest, and I arched backwards, encouraging it, pressing my crotch into hers.  My eyes, though, followed Her....
	She no longer leaned on the rail.  She was making Her way to the stairs down to the floor.  People seemed to just part for Her.  Seeing Her outfit move with Her, was more intoxicating than this beautiful blonde would ever hope to be.  The skin tight, wet leather, two piece outfit was amazing, not just because of how it fit on Her.  The top was a halter top of sorts.  A choker neck, tri-angling down to just cover Her perfect, hand sized breasts, stopping just below them.  Her side cleavage peaked out from the sides of the top, accentuating that Her back and shoulders were completely bare.  She even slowed cleavage in the front, thanks to a well placed slit in the leather, accentuated by some kind of silverish pendant, which really brought out Her cleavage when She was slightly leaning against the rail.
	Her mini skirt started very low, and ended very high, and was entirely too tight.  At least for decency’s purpose.  Two inches below Her navel it started, and ended just below the cut of Her butt, and you could easily make our the muscles underneath, even Her mound....  Her thighs were exposed down to just above Her knees, where the leather boots started.
	The nails raking over me stopped on my belt, and the blonde pulled me forward. I was near breathless at that point.  My hot breath mingled with the blonde’s.  My fingers raked up her butt, and started up her back.  I then turned my palms to her skin, as they got midway up her back.  I could feel the muscles under her skin, tight and taut, using them all to move and dance.  She turned quickly, at another change in the music, pulled up her hair, and GROUND her ass into my crotch.  She then leaned forward to move her sex up against my phallus, and inadvertently bowed to Her....
	My eyes were locked into Her’s.  Terror tried to seep into me, but it couldn’t take hold.  I breath simply stopped, when I think back to the first time I locked eyes with Her...I’m sure my heart stopped too.  I’m sure I think that, simply because EVERYTHING stopped at that moment.  Her smile, with Her bottom lip being bitten by Her teeth.  She obviously enjoyed what She saw, I’m not sure if it was the situation, or what She saw in my eyes, but I felt completely naked in front of Her.
	Before I realized, the blonde moved back up, her hair flicking to obscure my view of the leather clad beauty.  For that second, I distinctly remember a flood of imagery.  It was when I couldn’t see Her, that I realized the leather outfit had designs all over it.  Very, very intricate, but entirely too hard to make out in the light, as it was.  She was tall, also.  Tall enough that She could whisper in my ear by only standing Her toes.  “Take her, she's yours, come with Me, because after...your Mine.”
	She was behind me, Her right hand on my ribs, my hands on the blonde’s ample breast and midriff.  I could feel Her tight body pressed against my back, Her lips millimeters from my ear, the blonde’s tight body against my front, her finger nails raking against my thighs.
	When I think back on it now, the line She whispered wasn’t a very good line.  But She commanded, and I obeyed.  That was just how it had to be.  Thinking back, I was an idiot, but the situation was idiotic.  But She led, and I followed with the blonde just in tow.  That was just how it was.  Thinking back, I can’t fully remember how the blonde woman’s lips tasted, or how her breasts felt when I had them bare.  But the elevator opened up to a small crowd of onlookers, their gasps I remember.  But She smiled at me, and I preened under the attention.  That was everything at that moment.
	I wish I remembered, but I don’t, the next thing I remembered was the orgasm.  The blonde simply passed out, and I was covered in sweat.  Panting heavily over the blonde’s naked body, sweat dripping off my nose, my hair clumped around my face.  It had to be the alcohol that made the blonde pass out, or maybe it was something else, but it had never happened before.  I was weak after my own orgasm, but I still pushed myself up from the blonde, and sat back.  I arched my back as I pushed my hand through my soaked hair.  Then I looked to my right.  At the time, I knew what I looked that way for, I needed to see Her face, to see Her appreciation.  Now, I think back, I still remember how that felt, I still feel shudders down my back, but still, I don’t remember feeling any embarrassment from being watched.  I remember how my heart lept when She smiled.  She was the most beautiful, most exquisite female I had...have ever seen.  And I had pleased Her.
	I still remember that was the moment I truly appreciated Her outfit, as She stood up.  The patterns were tigers and dragons fighting.  All over Her outfit.  Accentuating Her already amazing curves.  They were done in red...blood red on the field of wet black leather.  Her voice was a beautiful as Her body, “Quite an amazing job.  ‘Tis been awhile since I’ve seen such expertise in bed.”
	Her voice stirred my manhood, especially with Her compliment that, for reasons I can’t fathom, I also took as a taunt.  And I rose to the occasion.  I crawled across the bed to Her, then stood up in front of Her, not ashamed in the slightest of my non-hard body.  I looked down into Her solid emerald eyes and stated, simply, “I don't do it often enough to be an 'expert', but I seem to satisfy when I do.”
	Her fingers intertwined with mine, and we found ourselves dancing.  Dancing to a beat only She could hear.  I’m not sure when I noticed it, but it was the beat of my heart that She was stepping to.  Her head was under my chin, resting on my collar bone after She had moved in close to me.  Her breath rustled my chest hairs, “Tell me of yourself...Ian.”
	To this day, I’m not sure why I responded when She called me by that name.  I had never before been called that, and not one of the letters were any part of my name, let alone was the name part of my name.  But I responded, simply because it felt right.  Its what She called me, so that was my name, I think.... “Not much to tell really.  Its all sadness.”
	She giggled at that, not out of humor though.  I could feel Her smile against my skin.  I moved my left hand to Her waist, and my right to Her neck, forming some semblance of a dancing hug.  I rested my chin on the top of Her head.  It felt like the most perfect dance in the world.  “Sadness.  I knowest the word well.  I have had far more than my own share of it.”  She settled slight, perfectly into the hug, as if seeking my comfort.  “Tell me of yours.  I have heard it spoken that sharing of sadness eases the pain of it.”
	My story.  I had never told it since I moved into a big college two years ago.  I hadn’t want to think back on it.  My friends seem to talk enough to fill the void of my not talking about my past.  But right then, my past came readily to my lips.  Short, sweet, the major points, all for Her, “I was born 21 years ago.  Seems like so long ago that I was 16.  I got an honor award, and got to enlist in an ‘early college start program’ where while you are finishing your last too years of highschool, you start your first two years of college.  I took the opportunity without thinking.  Dreaming of making tons of money in some field, falling in love, and being happy forever.  Amazing to think how naive I was....”
	One of Her hands started moving through my hair, caressing my head.  At the word naive She let out a sigh.  For a split moment, I envied Her, finding comfort in my engulfing arms, listening to the beat of my heart, hearing my life’s breath entering and leaving my lungs.  After that split moment, I allowed myself to revel in how She felt in my arms.  I did not even know if I was erect or not, I figure I was, but I just didn’t notice either way.  Her hand massaging my neck, and the hand massaging my skull urged me onward.  “The day I moved to that early start campus, was the day I met...’the woman of my dreams.’”
	I felt Her lips quirk into a smirk as She asked, “She was your first?”
	“Yes, and she was to be my last,” I sighed.  “We got an apartment together after the fall semester, we had new years together in our new place.  We were a good team, but things changed when summer came, and her period disappeared.  Just after summer, the start of the second and final year there, we got pregnant.  The baby was due three weeks after graduation.  As the offers to colleges started flooding in, her and I started to have to make tough decisions on our future.  We agreed, that since she was getting better grades, that she would continue on to college, and I would just finish that year, and support her.”
	Her sadness radiated from Her voice, when She finished speaking, I felt the distinct feeling of a tear rolling down my chest, “Love, I have not felt it in true form in...so long....”
	I simply continued, trying not to cry myself.  “Jasmine was born in late May.  We followed Claire to the West Coast to her college.  Jasmine died on my birthday, August first....”  That was when my tears started falling off my cheeks into Her hair.  “Claire...simply told me to leave.  The next January, I picked up my college back in Michigan.”
	She said nothing.  She did not have to.  The tears flowing freely down my chest, and Her body, and the way She was stroking me told everything.  I simply continued.  “I got away from anyone and everything I had ever known, and started over in Michigan.  All my time has been in the books.  I’ve tried to date, but no avail.  I’ve had four women since, including her there in the bed.  But there’s never been anything...real.”
	“Real.”  She formed Her mouth around the word, almost like it was foreign.  I admit the way She used words was unusual, but I thought nothing of them at the time.  “I guess I have been searching for something...real for so utterly long....  A glance, a touch, or even a taste.  And to be honest,”  She was moving away the instant She had started speaking, and I let Her.  She wiped Her eyes off when started the ‘a glance’ sentence.  And had turned and looked me completely in the eyes when She started, “And to be honest, the first real thing I’ve felt in all this lonely time, was when we made eye contact for the first time tonight.”
	Her green eyes sparked fiercely at me.  Beautiful emeralds surrounded by a face that belonged on a statue sculpted by some famous, unpronounceable, sculptor from ages ago.  I think, that’s when my breath caught, fiercely.  I tried to speak, to tell Her that I felt the same thing.  But my eyes said it to Her.  It was as if my entire life had been to make one step towards Her, right then.  She made the same awkward step.  There had to have been at least four steps between us, but all I remember is taking the first...then the kiss.
	It seemed a millennia sped by in an instant.  The kiss was perfect, tender, passionate, romantic, loving...it was simply perfect.  Like we had been born simply for that single kiss.  Her mouth tasted sweet, with a hint of copper.  As I pulled my tongue out of Her mouth, I felt something...strange.
	She put Her forehead against my chest and whispered, “I have a sadness inside of my soul, that engulfs me, that I so long to share.  But...but...I’m too afraid to tell you.”
	She turned Her back to me, almost to walk away, but I caught Her taut, strong shoulders, and pulled Her back against my chest, and held Her tightly in my arms.  I whispered, “I understand, in a way.  But never, ever fear me.  I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to take your sadness from you right now.”
	She relented and leaned back into my chest, and heaved a sigh.  I continued to hold Her tight as She said, “Alright, I’ll show you, but...but....  It will end this beautiful moment in time....”
	“If you don’t, the moment will be ruined for all time.  I trust you...so much.  So much more than I can imagine.  I half expect us to take a jump out of the window together and fly away.  I can’t understand why I trust you, but I do, and I refuse to question it, not in this moment.”
	She turned up and smiled, sadly to me.  She bared Her straight teeth slightly, and my mind almost...ALMOST latched on to the site of the length of some of Her teeth.  But the smile made Her look perfect, the absolute pinnacle of perfection.  It almost reminded me of something, but everything I felt right then kept me from seeing what was directly in front of me.  She then said a line that still echos in my dreams, waking me in a sweat, “I trust you also, I hate to make you as afraid as you are about to become.”
	She kissed me one final time, then strutted toward the bed, placing Her hands upon it, She started to crawl across it.  I was reminded of a cat, like the tigers etched into Her outfit.  She was a tiger, moving to make its kill.  She straddled the naked, unconscious blonde.  Part of me still regrets never knowing her name....
	Her lips came down and planted a subtle kiss upon the blonde’s neck.  Then the kiss became passionate.  Realization hit me like a truck.  It knocked the wind completely out of me.  I’m sure my face drained of blood, just as She drained the blood from the blonde.
	Every alarm in my entire body went off.  But I stood transfixed as the vampire drew more and more blood from Her victim.
	Pulling...drawing...sucking every ounce of....blood out of the blonde.  I watched as the vampire's skin grew...more supple...a little less pale...the veins that had shown before growing dimmer.  She seemed to become stronger, as the blonde started...withering away.  I stood in...shock?  Horror?  Amazement?  Lust?  I know not, but I do know that I gasped aloud.  Not a drop was wasted from the blonde.  The vampire looked up at me, no blood like the movies dripped from Her mouth, the wound in the blonde woman's neck looked dry.  I didn't know what to say....Her eyes met mine...and I stumbled over the chair.
	I’m sure it was graceful.  Me flailing backwards, completely naked, falling towards the floor at an awkward angle.  But I never hit the floor.  She caught me.  Just like that, Her arms were below me.  A look of...concern?..on Her face....  "Are you hurt?" She asked....  Her closeness, the smell of copper...of blood lingering on Her...I...ran.  I didn't make it far...She seemingly appeared at the door, in front of me...."Please...don't run, I'll leave....  I was so afraid this would happen.  Mayhaps...perhaps you need time to think, mayhaps in time, you could accept me, thus is my sadness, an eternity of loneliness."  Her fingers ran down my cheek.  "I had hoped, when we first made eye contact, that you would understand.  That...finally...I would have someone to run with...to feed with...to love.  I'll return to you, someday, when you've had a chance to think....  I trust you too much...my secret, my identity.  You're the only one in this entire world I've walked away from alive."
	My breath was shallow, my heart racing, I’m sure I was pale as could be, but my soul reached out to Her...I should have kissed Her as we had kissed before, deep...passionate...longing.  I should have at least hugged Her.  But I did smile.  I distinctly remember smiling.  What kind of smile it was, I do not remember.  But She looked comforted by it.  As the door closed behind Her, I ran my fingers through the air of where She had just been.  As I dressed...I tried to sort through..everything.  But it was so hard....  She'd be back She said....  The horror, the terror...the beauty and love of Her would enter my life again.
	I looked down, on last time upon the bed.  The corpse laying there, was crumbling in upon itself.  A pile of ash, or sand of some kind was all that was left after only minutes of Her bite.  I turned from the bed, and walked out the door.  Walked away from that night, away from everything I had seen.  My mind was racing.  I walked to my hotel, my mind focused.  Dreading...longing for the day I'd see Her again, and prayed I'd have the courage to tell Her no.
	Or...Yes....