"A Vampire’s kiss (Vampire series part 1)" by Áróra Ó. Halldórsdóttir

                                         A vampire’s kiss

I am going to tell you a story. The story of that night. The story of the night I met a vampire. First I should tell you what I look like, a look that I have always been teased of but saved me that night. I have red-brownish hair that shines of bronze in sun- and moonlight. My blue eyes shiver when I am angry or scared. I have two pointy teeth’s in my mouth and except for my freckles my skin is pale.

That night I was at a party with my friend, I usually don’t go to parties but that night for some reason I did. And there he was. Standing there in his black clothes, staring at me with his beautiful grey eyes. He came to me when my friend was dancing. It was like his eyes were drawing me towards him. His voice was no more than a whisper when he said hello. I felt shy but I answered. When he was about to speak again my friend came and interrupted. I went with her away from him. Later that night I went out to get some fresh air. As soon as the doors had closed I saw him again, but this time in the moonlight. His skin was even paler than my own and as he smiled at me I saw his white fangs. Fear took me as his eyes began to draw me towards him again. My eyes began to shiver and as they do the world shivers before my eyes and so I was free from the spell. He seemed surprised for a moment but then started walking towards me. In only a moment he was right in front of me, so close that I could feel his cold breath on my face. As his hand touched my shoulder I did the only thing I had left to do. I hissed at him, like a cat. You may think it sounds strange but I have always felt that a part of me is a cat, and I always do that when I can’t think of anything else to do. This time his surprise did not go away that quickly. “I’m sorry my lady, I did not realise you were one of us.” He said with his low, beautiful voice. Me, a vampire? Of Corse, he had seen my teethes and thought I was one of them. My friends always said I was good actress, now it was time to see if they were right. “I was starting to think you would never figure it out.” I said in a low, soft voice. “I was mislead by your freckles, they are signs of the sun.” He said and looked a bit ashamed of himself. “They are memories from my past life that don’t seem to want to leave.” I told him. “Memories sometimes do that.” He said and then leaned over and kissed me. That kiss I will never forget, even though I cannot describe it in any other way than cold, passionate and beautiful. It was like we were lovers and had been for ages. As I was still in shock after the kiss he said; “Time to go and find another victim then. I am Marik. What would your name be my lady?” “Tara” I answered, thinking that he had the right to know what I really call myself. “Farwell then, Tara. I hope we meet again.” With that he turned around and disappeared into the shadows. “So do I” I whispered after him and that was how I truly felt.

I was 16 that night. Now I am 23 and still I have not seen him again. But I still remember it like it happened yesterday. And I still stare out my window into the darkness at nights, and hope that one day I will meet again the vampire that I love.