Thursday, August 12, 2010

Vamp


Courtesy of Deviant Art

He was going to make it easy on her. They all did. It never mattered how big or strong they were, in the end, they all willingly surrendered.

Her mother always said beauty belied many ugly things. The unpleasing and vile internal always hidden by the alluring and attractive external. In the history of mankind, beauty was the most effective weapon and mask. She was guarded when it came to beautiful packages for she was one of them and only she knew what lied beneath her gossamer exterior. Yes, beauty belied many ugly things. She often thought of her mother at times like this and wished she were here. Long gone, small bones in a wooden box six feet under were the only things left of her now, yet she could still unearth her smell of lavender and gentle voice.

"God you're beautiful. Yes, yes, yes!" Genuflecting before her, he busily clicked away in manic frenzy as if unable to fully capture the essence of what or who she was. At first meet, he was struck by her milky white skin juxtaposed against her vivid mop of pink and black hair. That she was a child of the night and declined daytime shoots only added to her arresting quality and mystery.  And they all willingly bowed to her wishes.

In time, she became his favorite model, the one most sought after, the one he lusted after for months to  no avail.  She never mixed business with pleasure but tonight would be the exception. She would finally give him what he wanted and she was going to take from him what she needed. She had tired of his incessant, overbearing adulation and tonight she was going to feast.

After the shoot, they went for drinks and eventually ended up at his place, on his bed, his hunger unquenchable. Finally spent, he fell soundly asleep giving her time to reflect and regret at the things she had to do to survive. She whispered a faint apology at what she was about to do and drew her body closer to him.  She kissed him gently, the wet, cool pleasure of her tongue on his earlobes giving way to an open sacrificial neck; his moan momentarily quieted by the entrance of two fangs. And like all the others he didn’t put up a fight. He willingly surrendered; they all did. And it never mattered how big or strong they were, in the end, lust always trumped all.

25 comments:

Yvonne Osborne said...

Hi Rebecca!
Yes, beauty hides many ugly things. I guess one could say it serves him right. I like the description of the mother in the box....the lavender and lost voice. Excellent writing, as always.

Nimue said...

touching in parts yet captivating all times ! perfect :)

Maddie said...

Hi... Stumbled on your blog through thursday tales. Lovely story, very captivating.

Rose - The Center of My Self said...

You've conveyed her sense of resignation to it all, her acceptance of her situation, so beautifully. Great technique tying the beginning and ending together like that. You are ever enchanting!

Wine and Words said...

Beauty opens ears, eyes, pathways, opportunities. However, it is often the barrier...the door at which people stop. Seems no need to dig when beauty is present. Therein lies the danger. Good write!

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Cheeseboy said...

Wow, intense and touching. Good stuff.

K said...

Wow. Very nicely written. The turning of the tables. Must happen sometimes, and just as you conveyed...it is sometimes a sad thing.
Can't get over the emotions that ran through me while reading this piece. Nicely done.

Midwestern Mama Holly said...

Touching and beautiful. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
Love your blog... I'm your newest follower.

Joann Mannix said...

The voice in this is just extraordinary. You've captured a "child of the night" so succinctly. This was a pleasure to read.

Berowne said...

Power and impact -- excellent.

Kim Nelson said...

Nicely written and provocative, too.
Here's mine:
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/03/06/raw-now-better/

Jingle said...

love the happy ending,
after ups and downs, embrace is the key for successful relationships.

cheers.
keep it up.

jaerose said...

Captivating and yet sad..a kind of resignation and emptiness..brilliant writing..jae

jaerose said...

I am not sure if my first attempt at a comment worked - just wanted to say this was a fantastic piece of writing..I felt the emptiness and perhaps resignation but it was so captivating..Jae

Christine said...

There are many sides to this story, well done.

LeiffyV said...

Very intriguing, I think I would enjoy when she finally meets a challenge. Great story here though, good offering into the mindset of an eternal creature of the night, as it were. Thanks for sharing with us, look forward to more to come!

annell said...

Wow! Took my breath away.

annell said...

Wow! Took my breath away!

Kris said...

Cripes!

Steve Isaak said...

Solid, romance novel-esque work.

Mrsupole said...

We can never have too many vampire stories, just love them all. And I guess he did not get the reaction that he was truly hoping for. Great writing and wished it was longer.

Thanks for playing in this weeks Theme Thursday, you are very much appreciated for taking the time to join us. Can't wait to see what you write next week.

God bless.

Janice said...

So vivid! Your word choices make this piece dance. Love the final line...

Carrie said...

An, a vampire in full bloom. Mine is still only realizing what she has succumbed to :)

Mandyland said...

I liked that the vampire in this piece was a woman and that she knew her beauty hid what she termed as 'evil'. There was self loathing, sadness, and melancholy, yet she still wanted to survive and live, no matter the cost.

The "child of the night" phrase made me wonder if the photographer knew she was a vampire and if that was part of the deadly appeal.