"Enigma´s Kiss" by J. Dunfield

Quite a while ago, in a local though independently successful bar, I so happened to come upon the most peculiar though ravishing specimen of the female species. It was from across the room that I had spotted her, as most entities worthy of such stares are often found, and before long, my stare was known. She smiled to me, slow and leisurely, with blossomed lips that spread their wings, indenting the bottom of her cheeks. Her eyes, which captured and entrapped me, were such a callous although kindly enigmatic shade of emerald that I had no choice but to continue my gaze.

Eventually, she stood, pushing her seat away with the hind of her legs. It was this simple movement, so common though filled with purpose that set my enthrallment to its zenith. You see, as she lifted herself so effortlessly, her hair shimmered and bounded, each raven tress seeming to dance with beauty and life. In fact, I gave no heed to her dress, or even her inhumanly perfect form. Well, no great amount of consideration.

Then, once setting a number of crisp, dollar bills upon the table, she left the bar, those miraculous tresses following after. I believe that it was then that I rushed to spy upon her. Now, before you should make any wanton accusations of me, allow me explain my intentions.

From the very moment I set eyes upon her, as previously described there was such a bewitching power to her that I now come to think I had no choice in the matter. Also, to make things a bit clearer, though we were of the same sex, I am in fact not a homosexual, and undoubtedly not the first heterosexual female to admit attraction to another. In my eyes, and perhaps only in mine, it is as natural a thing as any.

Now, to continue with the tale.

It was into the street that I pursued her, and not far I must confess, because before long she had disappeared. I looked about a moment more, but alas she could not be found. Cursing softly beneath my breath, I headed to my car, yet once in sight, it seemed that this lady had found a seat upon my hood. I gave her a grin, as I made my approach though in my minds end I was weary.

However, as I came nearer to her, almost within touch, she simply slipped away, sliding from my car and heading in another direction. I called after her, as was my instinct, yet she only turned her head, an inviting smile crossing those crimson lips. It took only this most miniscule of invitations for me to accept, and I once again trailed in her footsteps.

It was in an alley that she ceased, turning so that her full magnificence might face me. What a trap this was, and by the mischievousness of it all, I should have known the signs. Nevertheless, it’s no matter now. Still, the next part is quite important, so read carefully, it may confuse you.

Ever so silently, her entrancing smile faded into the malicious grin of a being, so horrific that I shall give it no name of my own. Her face, which had been so perfectly defined, was gruesomely distorted though still the same splendor I had seen before. From the mouth of this expression came her most threatening of features, for it was the fabled canines of a vampire that protruded past her lips.

She lunged for me, her strength and speed far surpassing my own, and perhaps the last thing I recall is the knowledge of being bitten and drained from the neck, though it was only euphoria that I felt. I suppose the rest I’ll leave to your own device, for there is so much else I care not to speak of. Besides, your guess would be as useful as the truth.