In her way she encircled him

told him in their talk the night before

of her desires and fears with her eyes

stroking then his flowing cape

mesmerized by his stately broad gestures

his white, long slender fangs

tingling with, she thought, some previous nights

blood-soaked delight;

and she could see he desired her too

was attracted to her soft dinner table tremblings

as she sat next to him.

But then that interest devolved to mild interest

perhaps, she thought, sated from other conquests

or perhaps more attracted to other lades

who looked plying for his staring eyes.

Or, perhaps she thought, he was not attracted to her

so she small-gestured to him her gleaming white neck

while reaching for the salad fork

feeling him react
mentioning in the process

that she always left her window open

at night

communicating to him

that she was often afraid

that someone or something would fly in
and have his way with her;

but, she kept it open nonetheless
communicating to him that she felt a need for him
communicated to him her fear
because she knew that fear was attractive to vampires
and then she saw his interest rise
a gleam in his eye;

And that night she did keep the window open

allowed the white curtains

to billow in the dark;
pale flags
beaconing,

at last framing a specter
flying across the moon
a blood red moon
framed with stabbing clouds;
framing there, too, the shadowy figure

which came closer and closer

until the Ebony Raven
flapped landing just inside her open window

transforming slowly into the Him she knew
handsome and exciting;

her dinner guest of last evening
stood staring at her
she looking away quickly averting her gaze
exposing deliberately too

her neck to him

hoping to draw him closer
making to him, thereby, silent promises

sensing too, then, his rising excitement
feeling her own blood red blood flow
surging in her aorta

loud enough to be heard
surging to her brain
filling it with her own forbidden intents;

riveting, thereby, his gaze

exciting her
as he then glided toward  her prone body
now beside her bed
his mouth
his lips curling
as he bent

to have a closer look at her

as she stared away;

she now swooning within

a gathering of anticipations
and deep longings.

He stood there, she sensed
full of his own silent sense;

she wanted to be taken

to be sucked

to feel those hot fangs

drive deeply

into her

Flesh and Soul;
he silent, not moving;

she making up her mind

that she would be his that night
that she had 

dressed all in white

snow angel spread

upon her bed

anticipating that he could

come

and give her his flagon

of Immortality,

his red draining needs

which would explode within

her blood stream

where in the end

she would live forever

bound to him;

he and she

roaming the world

night time lovers

forever in need

of that red elixir to drink.

He stood at the foot of her bed;

she froze a freeze which was an ice cold bath of anticipation
falling upon her from his silent breathing

but loud enough to make her quake.

“I,” he said softly

“have not come

to seduce you tonite."

It was shocking to her
utterly shocking.

She rose slowly

to get a better look at his face in the dim light.

He sat on her bed, looking at her intently,

silently.

She thought: "Death isn't so bad if you live forever."

End of Chapter One

To be continued