Vampyre’s Kiss

A slight breeze tussles my hair about. As each moves on a different crest of the breeze, I feel the night, and the night is me. I am bathed in the light that turns all things into shades of silver, or gray if you structure your life in black and white. Forever, I am damned to spend my nights in a colourless world. But, the night does bring with it some characteristics that help to ease the burden of this existence. The night is a time for lovers, both forbidden and longed for. This darkness that encases my very being is the time when they lie in each other’s arms. This time when my hunger grows is the very time that they are most willing. I have seen the world many times over, since my ‘rebirth’ into death. I, the dead, and yet not dead, walking among the living, when they are the most alive. When they long to feel each other’s energies. When they spawn future generations of life, who will feed my appetite in the future when my hunger grows insatiable. I have seen many cultures, and in them all, the night is greeted with anticipation. The night is me. I am the night. The night brings hunger, and I will gorge myself with the blood of the living, to feel that life flowing through me. I will drink their life with a greed, a carnal satisfaction that has no equal. I will derive my pleasures from their life, and when I have satisfied my pleasures, I will drain that life away. It is merely a kiss that I bring to this time of night. Night is the time of lovers.




©1997 C. B. Ovard

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