A chilly night, this last day of October, All Hallows Eve, a rotund moon hanging in the darkened sky. It has an eerie effect as the little goblins and ghouls frolic from house to house, extorting candy and other treats from the residents lest their windows be egged or trees teepeed.
Before me the table is set with a buffet of tiny shrimp and seasoned sausage and cheese on little slices of rye. Not a gourmet meal, to say the least, but an adequate repast for my plans for the evening. A single candle illuminates the tomb, while a stack of strategically placed and categorized DVDs sit on the table to my right. Shall it be a night of fanatical fright or, perhaps, an audacious awakening of my very core ?
Vampires, yes, vampires provide the entertainment for the evening. Those much maligned, much misunderstood revenants of myth and folklore who walk the earth in the dark of night searching for a victim to quench their blood lust . Pasty faced demonic bloodsuckers feared, yet fascinating for we relate to vampires in daily aspects of life.
My brain, the center of thought, slumbers in its coffin like skull, amused , yet, bored eagerly awaiting that indicative moment when fiction transforms into fact and the lid catapults from the coffin. Those suppressed thoughts once dashed against the rocks of the abyss of the mind spring forth in jubilation, freed at last from those hindering shackles that make man less a man.
Oh, those dark secrets I have sought to share in vain. Partners of past anxiously avowing to put aside their insecurities and sexual repressions suddenly demonstrate a vanilla hesitancy as my desires unfold. Wants and needs flourish as lip service. But my quirks offended and with a heavy anchor I sank them to the ocean floor like a ship capsized when captured by a perfect storm.
Is it so unimaginable that a man be intrigued or rapt with such thoughts and desires that he be castigated by society and those prudish individuals unwilling or unable to honestly accept their latent identities?
While I am not yet so inclined to experience those fangs piercing my neck, draining my body of life sustaining blood, oh, how I ache for the passionate embrace only you, my Countess of the night, can bestow. How I tremble at the thought of your lips against mine. Your teeth bared in passion as they imprint an indelible mark on my lips, my neck and the nipples on my chest. My body reacts to your stinging bite with momentary temporal pain, but the pleasure exceeds any semblance of discomfort.
As the night wanes, a deep sleep falls upon me. Dreams of vampires come and go, but I do not stir. A peaceful slumber endures until I awake to gaze upon the sun as it peaks over the horizon. Yes, I burst into flames, flames of desire, but unlike the vampire, I live on. Live on awaiting my Countess and the night I can no longer resist temptation.
