"Forever" by William A. Thorn

        She has known him for what seems like an eternity, rather than the few short summer months they have been acquainted. They met one warm evening at the cafe near her loft‚ where she enjoys reading her novels and sipping the Daily Blend Select. That night was pleasant, a soft breeze was bringing over a sweet aroma from the nearby pastry shop. The cafe wasn’t crowded yet so she could enjoy her new romance novel without much distraction.
        Just as the city streets were coming alive with night-life, her cue to pack up and head home, a man took a seat two tables away. She noticed him and kept reading, albeit halfheartedly. He was handsome, almost gorgeous, but she didn’t let on that she was looking. He had a sharpness about him, a mannerism that exuded refined, but he was rough at the edges, with a little bit of stubble and an untucked white Italian shirt, unbuttoned at the cuffs.
        After a while she could tell he was looking at her. Not just looking, but staring. His coffee lay there on the table, slowly cooling and untouched, but somehow he didn’t make her uncomfortable. In fact she was just building up the nerve to look his away and invite him for a chat when he stood up and asked to sit with her. With slight surprise she agreed, and it was then they spoke, engulfed with each other until the cafe closed for the night.
        Their encounters continued each night she visited the cafe, and eventually carried on as they strolled through Central Park in the early morning hours. He said he was an artist, with an MBA. He made his fortune and then decided to pursue more artistic and philanthropic endeavors...and her. Before long, they were spending every evening together, doing anything from strolling along the endless sidewalks and sampling the robust culture within the city, to dreamlike evenings in elegant dress at the theater or one of the many art galleries.
        As the summer passed she couldn't wait for the day to give way to the night as her longing for his gentle presence took root in the innermost sanctuaries of her heart. But no matter what she did, no matter how much she longed for his sensuous touch, he would only leave her at her building doorway with the warmth of his hand slowly and gently releasing from hers, along with the stare of a love growing inside of him.
        Tonight, to her exhilaration, he didn't decline her invitation to come in. He didn’t let go of her hand all the way up to her loft, and he didn’t hesitate when she lured him into her bedroom.
        Tonight, he accompanies her on her terrace, where they both can see out over the splendor of the city. She turns to him, her hand still in his and embraces him in a way she had yet to enjoy. He holds her with his strong form and he peers into her eager eyes to see the love she returns. With a whisper he asks her ever so softly, "Will you be my angel?"
        "Yes," she whispers back.
        He draws his lips to her ear, caressing them with his lips before asking, "Forever?"
        "Yes,"  she returns, feeling the warmth of his cheek against hers, "Yes."
        "I shall not be gentle."
        She smiles sinfully. "Please," she responds pushing herself tightly against him.
        "But I promise you...with me, you'll stay so beautiful...forever." She stares into his gaze and then presses her lips against his, the sweet kiss unleashing her desires. Softly and passionately, he kisses her, and then he draws his lips under her chin. Slowly he brings one hand down to her lower back and holds her figure to him as he brings the other hand up to the back of her neck. He runs his fingers into her hair and he softly kisses her down her neck, tasting her perspiration and making her quiver with anticipation.
    Charged with all the longing and desire he has been holding inside for her, he bites into her neck suddenly. She stiffens and lets out a yelp as his teeth pierce her skin, and she resists but he is too strong. With a whimper she soon falls unconscious. As she does, he holds her tightly, drinking her blood. When he is through, he lays down his love as gently as he can, and closes her eyelids. With her blood dripping from his lips, he kisses her cheek. He then lifts her up and carries her into her bedroom, and with reverence he places her on her bed and waits with anticipation. He waits until she rises a child of the night.