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Written by Jodie Smith
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Sunday, 30 December 2007 |
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The woman sat in front of the mirror, brushing her long, lush hair. The lamplight around her shined golden on her silky hair and skin, turning her into a bronzed goddess. Starting, she broke out of her daydream as something caught her attention in the mirror. Eyes. A pair of eyes stared out at her from a corner of the room that was completely untouched by the light around her. Not even the unshaded window revealed this unblinking apparition, as the rain outside prohibited the street lamps from shedding any light. So the only illumination in that part of the room was those eyes. Two emeralds stared at her, gathering all the light of the room into themselves, and then seeming to send it out ten times as bright, turning them into jade beacons in the sea of black. The creature slowly inched forward, gradually adding a face and arms into the glowing, disembodied picture it made. Eventually it stood in the light, stock still, awaiting her approval. The amber glow seemed to caress this visitor, yet he seemed to be not fully touched by it. The woman turned from the mirror to inspect him in greater detail. Standing before her was a young man. Pale, unblemished skin showed off his muscles, which disappeared under his black, clinging shirt, pulling it taught, teasing her. Tight black jeans hugged his muscular legs to glorious effect. 6”4’ he was a sight to be seen. His long legs ended in a pair of subdued Converse sneakers, all black except for twin white stripes on either side of each shoe. All over, he was subtly stylish. His rich, dark brown hair waved its way down to his shoulders, contrasting deliciously with his white skin. Moving back to his face, she saw that his plump ruby lips had risen at one corner, and one shapely black eyebrow was raised, giving her a sly questioning look. She felt no fear for him. Looking into his eyes, she realised that this wasn’t their first meeting. The ‘monster’ hiding under her bed, the shadow following her step for step along the dead alleyways in the dark of night. Seeing him standing there, still giving her that sly look, she realised that he had been watching out for her all these years. He could have killed her a hundred times already if that was what he wanted. Anyway, she had read all the books to know what he was.
Vampire.
She moved her hair back over one shoulder, leaving her creamy neck bare. She stretched out her neck invitingly, seductively. She knew this was what she wanted. His head dipped slightly in affirmation and his smile broadened, revealing two tiny, sharp points. Her breath caught as his smooth, cold hand brushed her prone neck reverently. He bent down to kiss the point were the blue of her veins showed clearly, his soft lips barely veiling his overgrown incisors. * * * When it was over they walked out the front door, down the neatly paved path that joined the house to the foot path, out the gate and onto the quiet street. As the rain slowly plastered their hair to their heads, the man stopped, turned to the woman and clasped both hands into his, looking hesitant and unsure. Stretching up she kissed him. Seemingly satisfied, he started back up the road. The rain turned them into ghosts, and as they disappeared, they continued on the road, arms entwined around each others waists. When they have gone from sight, the rain falls all the harder, as if the gods themselves are crying. Her house sits forlorn in the downpour, a soft glow still coming from her bedroom.
Copyright 2008 Jodie Smith
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