The Vampire and the Maiden

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
One night a vampire traveler comes across a lonely maiden. And both their lives are changed forever.

Submitted: July 25, 2011

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The night was stormy, dark and dank. On a lonely hill stood a desolate castle, its once grandeur features diminished by time and abandonment. The only remaining resident was a maiden, her hair long and wavy, the colorof rich chocolate, as were her eyes. She alone stared out the window of the tallest tower, watching the winds whip the tree branches to and fro.It was only the beginning.

A fork of lightning illuminated the winding drive, and a lonely figure appeared at the end. His walk, more accurately described as a glide, carried him along the path at a steady pace. He seemed unperturbed by the thunder and rain. But to searching eyes he remained unseen.

The maiden jumped at the sound of the bell, then hurried to greet her first guest in years. She opened the heavy wooden doors, a candelabra in hand. "Come in, come in" she said hurriedly, eager to shelter the stranger from the storm.

The manstepped in silently, and with impossible grace he removed his travelling cloak. The maiden gasped.

He was a dark angel, hair black as an oil slick and further darkened by the rain. It curled around his brow, framing a pair of eyes golden as halos. His skin was an odd pallor, as though deprived of sun. Whiteas cream while hers resembled honey.

"Do not be afraid, I mean you no harm" he murmured, his voice a carressing velvet tenor. She offered him sustenance, as if in a daze, to which he refused. He looked merely to seek refuge from the storm.

He built a fire in her living room and together they sat and talked through the night. The stranger left just before dawn with a sweeping bow and promise of his return. The weather remained gloomy, clouds ever-threatening; sky swirled with confused color. The type of weather that allowed demons to run amuck. The maiden, eager for his return, swept the castle free of everlasting cobwebs and years worth of dust. Once finished, she bathed and returned to her lookout tower. And that night he returned.

And the next night, and the next. And every night it stormed.

Eventually they fell in love, but little by little the maiden began to notice this man was unordinary, or perhaps extraordinary. His walk made no sound, he never ate or drank and he never stayed past dawn. And his eyes, his eyes grew steadily darker with each passing night. At last, when the irisesresembled the shadows, he had no choice but to reveal himself to her. As a vampire.

Again he said, "Do not be afraid. I mean you no harm." And so she had no fear.

When his eyes became darker than the stormy night they met, he confessed to the maiden his need for blood. She did not hestitate to offer her own and when the thirst was unbearable, he took it. The taste was intoxicating, fueled by love and her willingness to satiate. He took no more than he needed, but he knew he would never forget the taste. Not even her sensual kisses could compare. His eyes returned to the gold of the brightest star.

The second time he fell hungry, again she offered. She wore the two bite marks with pride; contented by the fact that she could provide for her lover. Again he took it. A little more than the first time; enough to keep her alive.

But desire is a funny thing. It creeps up slowly, barely noticeable. All at once, it becomes a monster no longer able tobe contained, no longer able to lay dormant. And so it pounces, despite however deep down you thought you managed to hide it. And then it's an unstoppable force, sapping you dry of all the want, all the need. But it's never fully satiated. Not even when there's nothing left to feed on.

This fed his frenzy as he fell hungry the third time. Again the maiden was willing, her love too strong to refuse. Nevertheless, when it came time for him to stop, he didn't; he couldn't. From the time his fangs had pierced her skin it was too much to bare. He didn't feel her pulse slow or feel her body go limp. There was no thought to change her, only to feed.

At the sound of her dying breath, he resurfaced; trance broken. He stared at his dead lover in his arms, in agony like never before. Only vampires couldn't shed tears.

Instead, he laid her on her bed, kissing her lifeless lips. Savoring the taste of wine; aforever spoiled bouquet.

Dawn had begun to emerge, the sky clear surrounding the inevitable sunrise. And Alexsei went out to watch it for the first time in centuries.

The hope of reuniting lingered on the horizon, as he was swallowed up by the light, becoming nothing more than dust in the wind.


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