A date with the
A very commonly
used phrase. But of all the people who have said or thought this,
none of them understands what it really means.
A cloaked figure
in the night.
A kiss of pure
A selling of the
I was walking
home from art class. A 2 hour session on painting people. It was
9 o' clock by the time I left the building, but I still had 10
blocks to walk until I got home. Going over to the curb of the
street, I hailed a taxi, because that's what we do in Manhattan.
The cab was new and recently cleaned. I got into it and got
"Where to?", the
cab driver asks in a dead tone. Apparently, he had better things
to do than drive me around all night. And he must really want to
get rid of me since he starts driving off before I can tell him
where to go. So, I lean forward and tell him the address of an
apartment about a block from mine. There is no need to let him
know where I live. About a minute later, he asks for the money
ahead of time. Fine. Whatever. As long as it will get me home
faster. I reach into my bag to look for the money. Not that easy
to do in a bag full of random art supplies.
Pen…paintbrush…watercolor pencil…penny… Well, that wasn't
productive. I scrambled through my pockets. Nothing but lint.
Hopefully, he won't ask again until we get to my stop.
"So, you got it
"Um…I…um…can't seem to…find it…"
So, you don't
Although he's still driving, he reaches back, throws open my
door, and pushes me out of the car. I roll and roll and roll ant
then hit something. Hard. The air rushed out of me all at once.
It didn't really hurt, but I couldn't really breathe either.
After a minute, I regained my breathe, but whatever I had hit had
moved. As I got up, I had a strange sense of foreboding.
Something wasn't right. I brush myself off and turn to walk the
rest of the way home, when, suddenly, a shadow loomed over
alright?", said the deepest, manliest, most alluring voice I had
ever heard. It made me want to turn and see who could possess
such a voice.
So I did.
was a man. A tall man. The shadows where covering most of his
face, but I could still tell that he was the handsomest man I had
ever seen. Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin. Angled features
and onyx black eyes. Tall, Dark, and Handsome; if you go for that
kind of thing.
God! I sound like a blubbering fool.
"Are you sure?"
His eyes bore into mine, demanding an answer.
feel a bit faint. I would be nice if we could find somewhere
quiet to sit." Wait. Where did that come from? I didn't mean to
say that! And it's not even that loud out here.
He smiled a
devilish grin; his white teeth illuminated in the moonlight.
"Let's go for a walk." He grabbed my hand and we started to walk
Stop! My mind
was screaming. Don't go anywhere with this stranger. But I wasn't
listening to that voice. I was listening to his. His voice made
me feel faint, and I fell to the pavement from weak knees. He
stopped and looked at me, pity on his face. He picked me up and
carried me to wherever we were going. The whole time he walked,
the only thing I could thing about was how good it felt to be
After a few
minutes, we reached a club. I knew by the sound. He strode past
everyone in the line at the club with only a glance at the door
guard. We went up a few stairs and into a rom. A red room. Not
the valentine roses kind of red, but the red of new split blood.
He laid me on a bed and then left the room.
Whoa! I jumped
up and started rushing around the room suddenly filled with
panic. What's going on?! While looking for an exit, I noticed
something. There wasn't a door At. All. How--?
I turned to where I saw it and gasped. The wall was rippling! And
through the wall came-a men. The same men that brought me here.
He saw me on the floor staring at him and he frowned for half a
second-I almost didn't notice, but it was quickly replaced with a
droned. I covered my ears. His voice made me want to go to him.
He started walking toward me, then crouched so we were eye to
eye. I squeezed my eyes shut. He reached out and pulled my hands
off my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shit, but I knew I couldn't hold
my eyes shut that long. I had to see…
I opened my
I started into
His red, feline
eyes. His forked tongue. His…power-that's the only thing I could
call it-crushed me but I managed to get out the words "Who are
He grinned and
crooned, "I think you already know."
That was when
the tears started. I was fifteen and going to die. At the hands
of the devil. He cocked his head in confusion. "You don't want
He stroked my
cheek. "You want to leave."
"And you will do
anything to live."
He looked at me
for a while. Then nodded, "Okay, but I'll need something in
is…your soul." He grabbed my by the shoulders and kissed me. My
first kiss. And it was given to me by the devil. After a second
or two, I started to feel faint. What was happening? It felt like
he was sucking the life out of me. I realized that that was what
he was doing. I started to struggle, but he held onto me. After
about 10 seconds, I felt the rest of my will, and my soul, get
sucked out of me.
When I woke up,
I was on the pavement in front of my apartment.
I stood and
found that my movements felt so much more graceful. And my face
felt weird. I hope he didn't bruise me. Ran into the house, up
the stairs, and to me room, but it only took a blink of an eye.
That was fast. I went to the mirror, looked in, and
My face was his
face. Red eyes. Pointed fangs. Pale skin. He really did take my
soul. And gave me something in return. A nightmare of a
I was a child of
I was a