MicroHorror

Three flashes of red and I’m on the ground, staring at the night sky. My skull waits to collapse and fill itself with the obsidian array of stars above me.

She looks at me with a hazy smile, one of love, lust and lies.

I finally sit up and realize that my body has been on the ground for hours, longer than hers. She touches her chest, arms, and can’t figure out what’s wrong with her.

There’s a new fuzzy feeling sweeping over her body, a newfound sense of hunger and evil.

One kiss and one bite before all of this, she probably just wanted a nice stranger to offer her a drink. Offer her some conversation, a warm glow on a dark evening.

Instead, she found me on one of the few nights of the month that I have to feed. One of the few nights where living forever is the curse painted across my eyes.

She finds the bite marks on her neck and tries to scream but doesn’t have the energy. Her pale breasts heave with her slow motions.

I stand up and smile. Dusk is around the corner and I should be home.

She screams again as I walk away. I lick my lips and taste the metallic aftertaste of her blood.

Tight black dress, long devastating legs. A body like a bullet train. Pouting lips that cried to be bitten.

I turn the corner and leave the alleyway. The remnants of the weekenders slouch their way about the street, ending their night and eager to head home. Eager to drop down into a chasm of blankets and pillows.

I’ll never be that eager because I’ll avoid that need. My one obsession is my downfall and I’m craving more as the stars dissolve in the sky.

Another beauty exits a convenience store across the street. Short blond hair, small breasts and a tender frame. She’s wearing a black t-shirt that I’d love to take off. Red painted fingernails and the dewy vapor of a hangover.

My strides grow faster and I’m next to her. She’s startled but smiles.

She opens her mouth to speak but I place her hand in mine and pull her close to me.

She tries to push away but my teeth are already in her milky white skin, penetrating her and taking what I want. Taking what I need.

She falls back but I don’t catch her. She’s spread out on the cold ground, her skirt hiked up a little, perfect pale legs stretched on the concrete sidewalk.

One more bite and the soft flesh of her thigh is in my mouth. Crimson smeared on my face and I’m delighted.

The sky above is unforgiving as it begins to fade. Speckles of blue in the distance and I know that it is time for me to leave.

I walk away from her and this world and travel onto my own, the one where darkness is the only comfort for my eyes and my soul.