“You came…….most mortals they don’t last. The fever we give….it tends to break their will, they lose sanity…and eventually they murder themselves…”

She doesn’t move her lips when she talks to me. Her eyes they move ever so slightly as she gazes at me. She is so still… not breathing like a statue.

“You are beautiful for a dead girl…….’

“And you have the charm, the looks…..I have never seen eyes like yours. That shade of green…I wish you could see how you look to me…”

I move closer to her. Daring her to kill me. I know she won’t. Something about me intrigues her.

“You’re so young for a dead girl….So young…..so very young.’

“I am not that young…You are a baby compared to me.”

“I wanna hear you speak…talk to me…not in my head. Use your lips…”

“And arrogant……ok….how old do you think I am… Shane….?”

“Maybe 25….maybe a little younger….”

“25….I was 27 when I was made…..and that was 75 years ago…….”

“Kiss me again…..”

“It does not faze you…my age….”

“It’s not really your age…No it doesn’t faze me….kiss me…anything you want from me you can take it……..”

Her eyes they shift, and her face changes she is like animal a beast in the jungle, her teeth, the way she licks her lips. She grabs me by my throat and lifts me up. I couldn’t breathe…I was food for her….and I was talking back….

‘You are a tender young thing for me to devour…you don’t give me commands….you are not in control….. Mortal….the bells they will toll for you when it’s my wish….”

She drops me hard on the ground.  It hurt.

“I am not afraid of you…….if you wanted to kill me………… I would already be dead……”

“Young daring mortal…..why do you toy with me?”

“Because I am stupid………..  The way you kissed me…..I have never felt anything like that before….you can read it from my mind can’t you….when you kiss me you feel it the way I do?”