“……that…you heard that from me?”

“Yeah….”

“….I don’t know what to say….’

“I want you to kill me….”

“No…..Shane you are so young…. you have a whole life…..’

“No I have a life I never wanted…”

“You will get over what she did to you….she is just one mortal among billions….you can’t base you whole existence off one stupid mortal.”

“You can see all this from my mind?”

“I do.”

A couple walked past us. They where dressed in that standard Goth wear, they where looking for Anne Rice’s house. I knew the street and I could have said something but I was too preoccupied with Carmen. They didn’t notice us anyway.

I leaned against the fence and went for a cigarette. She grabbed the smoke from my hand and gave me a look as if to say these will kill you.

“Come here….”

“Stop telling me what to do.’

“Carmen you have a beautiful face. And your eyes…..”

“Just stop it….I have heard enough dark poetry from the guy on First Street.”

“What’s he like anyway….?”

“He is a very upset young man…kinda like you…harping about a woman that matters not, he never leaves his house and makes music all day and night………. now leave before Guillaume tears your throat out….”

“Who is Guillaume”

“He is my maker…my lover…my night….’

“Who’s got dark poetry now….?”

“You are unlike any mortal I have ever thought about killing…”

“What stopped you?”

“You’re eyes….”

“You know you are a tease….I feel this unreal bond with you…and now you are sending me off…. empty handed.”

“Ok……….. You want it….I will give it you….you want death so bad….I will give you a sample of it.”

My breath quickened as she moved closer to me. I swallowed my fear of what she was about to do to me. I felt her hands as she moved them heavy all over my body. In my hair, on my face. Her mouth hot my throat a little tear a little drink, her other hand unbuttoning my jeans, my zipper lower and lower, my blood leaving you could hear slurping, sucking sounds, it was very erotic and weird. Her fingers finding and knowing exactly how I wanted it. That connection in my head; feeling that soft feel of her moving inside me and the image of me in her mind as she makes me come soft and hard at the same time.