| The Vampiress |
| It was a damp September evening. Tristan Garrett, a sophomore at M.I.T. was walking home from a frat party. He was enjoying himself immensely until his fellow frat brothers started pouring beer down some poor pig’s throat. It was then that he decided to take his leave. Dustin Wyatt, his lifelong friend tried in his drunken manner to persuade his friend to stay but Tristan declined. He started home feeling strange. There was a sudden chill and the hairs on his neck pricked up. Something was going to happen, that he was sure of. The full and luminous moon that guided Tristan's way suddenly hid behind some clouds. He just stood there in the velvety darkness listening. For what, he didn’t know. He suddenly found himself slipping out of consciousness. A vision slipped it’s way into his mind. A flash of red blinded him and he fell back. Strangely, he landed on something soft. He was on a bed. A girl slowly walked in. She was heavily veiled. Getting on the bed, she positioned herself on top of him. Her fingers played at the edge of his shirt as a way of saying she wanted it off. Breathing rapidly, he obeyed and took it off. The mysteriously veiled woman ran her hands up and down his chest. His breath caught in his throat. Her touch was doing things to him he had never thought were possible. Euphoria coursed through every fiber of his being. Never had he experienced anything so wonderfully erotic. He sat up a little to try to remove her veils but she shook her head and pushed him back down. “Why won’t you let me see you?” he demanded. She didn’t answer. Her hands moved downward touching him everywhere but the place he wanted to be touched. He ached for her. He wanted nothing more than to see her face and kiss her lips. He tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder, massaging it a little. For a moment she stopped. If Tristan didn’t know better, he would have thought she shuddered at his touch. A smile played on his lips. “Let me see you. I want to know who you are.” He said gently. She still refused to speak. She stared at him intensely and he stared back, taking in the only thing he could really see: her eyes. They were big and hazel and there was something beguiling about them. It was as if he could see his own soul reflected in her eyes. When she realized how deep he was looking at her, she lowered her long eyelashes veiling that too. Gradually, she lowered her self over him until her mouth was over his ear. The feeling of her breath on his skin sent a shock of delight through him. “Wake up.” She whispered. |