Shadow Haven
Turning
My Beloved
by April Diaz
I come in
through the window,
Out of the wintry air.
You lie deep in dream.
I savour the scent of your
blood.
I feel it pulsating through
your veins,
Smell it through your skin.
My lips hover over your mortal
face,
So warm, so beautiful.
I gently
press my pale fingertips on your hot flesh,
I feel your heart in its slow
steady rhythm.
You shiver as I move my hand
over you.
Your bronze chest, so strong,
Shoulders broad,
Arms powerful.
Though not
powerful enough.
You are not as swift and
strong as I.
Do not worry my beloved,
You will be.
I kiss your
soft pink lips,
Slipping with you under the
silken covers.
You wake from the embrace of
my snow-filled jacket.
Lashes fluttering,
Squinting in the dark,
Green Irises tracing my shape.
You kiss me,
Then smile.
“Good
evening, my love” you whisper
I lift you in my arms.
I tell you it is time,
You bow your head in a nod.
I breathe my cold breath over
your lips,
over your cheek,
Over your ear,
Then your neck.
You shiver
once again,
Your strong arms come round my
waist.
I stare at the thick vein,
Pulsing on your neck.
I lick the warm blue bulge,
And kiss it tenderly.
“How
much do you love me?”
I whisper under my breath.
I’m intoxicated with the
smell of your mortal blood.
You answer “More than the
waking world!”
“How much do you want me,
Need me?”
“Need and want you more
than my soul!”
“More than the pearly
round monstrosity of the day?”
“Yes you answer in
desperation.
Your skin is
growing hotter.
I feel the pressure of your
sex,
It stiffens,
Pressed against my body.
I close my eyes,
And fell the heat of your
blush.
I sink my
white fangs into your neck.
You flinch.
Your arms go limp,
They fall to your side.
The swoon begins,
As I suckle at the ripped
vein.
Your breaths are slow and
deep,
Your green eyes half covered
by your lids.
I pleasure
your crimson elixir,
Feeling its hot sweetness flow
down my throat.
Stroking your thick golden
curls,
Your body stiffens.
Then goes limp,
More limp than when we began.
With one
last gulp I feel the high.
The colour rushes to my face.
I seem mortal for a moment,
Then I remove my fangs from
your flesh.
I put my
head on your chest,
Your heart beats so slow.
With my sharp nails I break
the skin on my neck.
I draw you to the hot gush of
blood.
Your lips enclose over the
wound,
And you draw in what I
had taken from you.
My head
swims.
I feel myself fly.
Now it is my turn to feel it,
To experience a different
high.
I press my lips over your
neck,
And find the wounds I had made
before.
The scarlet milk flows again.
We both share the ecstasy.
In the
darkness we die,
Then are reborn again,
In each other’s arms.
The union goes on and on.
We take what we need,
Then give it back again.
Away from
each other’s arms we stare a moment,
Looking into each other’s
dark portals.
I smile at your soul,
and you smile at me.
The swoon is fading.
Our breaths have calmed.
He is now born into Immortal
Darkness,
He is now forever mine. I
think.
The bronze
of your skin is now dulled,
Your nails have become sharp
like glass (though not long)
Teeth are pointed,
Flesh is cold.
You kiss my lips,
I take your hand and lead you
to the window.
The sky is no longer black,
It is blue, dark blue.
“Come
my husband. Day arrives, let us fly.”
You step up onto the ledge
with me.
Then as if a swift wind
carries us,
I lead you to the skies.
The snow is
falling softly,
From small wispy grey clouds.
Stars are disappearing,
The early busstle of a
new day is heard.
Clear to our ears and our eyes
The quest
for mortal blood isn’t far,
I will show you how to kill.
Merciless death, we are,
And you will learn the wisdom
of years, and more.
You are under my wing now,
Beloved.
Eternity is finally yours.