“Hey……if you can find romance that never burns out…..I will make you one of us……”

Madness thy name is Shane.

I don’t think. I move. A place where romance never burns out. Fuck. Think Shane, think. Pacing my room, pacing my room. She had to get permission….yeah she got it and now I had to prove I wanted it…I got my hot spots tourist guide. Mad to think the answer was in there.  I turned page after glossy page. Club Tombstone, Club DayNight, Club Pyromance…..Club……Pyromance?

I got dressed. Tank top, black jeans, shoes I had to find my shoes. I turned the whole pace apart just to find them. The club was on Magazine Street. Near the park with the zoo. No entrance fee, but donations where accepted…..

Magazine St.

 I walked south looking for the address. The pounding drums where back. She guided me with her heart beat. The sweat cooling, my tank drying I was feeling normal the closer I got to her. I see the logo for the club from down the street. The cars lined on the curb. I licked my lips in desperate anticipation. You hear the electronic music. Before I open the door a gust of wind picks me up.

Ten, twenty feet of the ground. And my demon…all dressed in white. No heads on a platter, just my heart beating for her, and her mouth on mine, fingers in my hair. She was desperate, she wanted all of me and I wanted all of her. How long where we going to fight it…

“You don’t understand…”

“Tell me….make me understand….”

We don’t talk we just move…flying really high in the air. I hated that feeling; Zero G, like going too high on a swing….No didn’t like it at all. When we land it’s hard as she drops me. We stand on someone’s lawn. She wanted to show me something. So I watch….

Carmen made her way up the stairs of the two car garage family home. She doesn’t knock, her feet barely touching ground. The door of the home it opens on its own. She waits. A woman comes out…she is unsure how she got there, she looks confused…Carmen, she just stands there looking lost and sad…A student, lost tourist, fill in the blank, the woman she strokes Carmen’s hair, I knew the feel the woman was enraptured with, soft silky, the woman in her 40’s maybe…she is spellbound….. Carmen…she has her lined in her crosshairs.

It so fast I barely see it happen. The neck of the woman, the bones sticking out, the blood like a fountain. Carmen didn’t even bend down to drink, just used the woman’s throat like a water fountain…..back in the house they go….freaked out but I didn’t move…and minutes later she emerges….and the house was on fire.

The glow of the flames cast a dangerous gleam off her skin. Her white dress covered with blood and gore. She was still beautiful to me.

She walks over slow, her feet making no sound. She backs me into the tree. The house giving me all the light I would need to see into her eyes. Her mouth clean of the mess she made. Her lips in a perverse smile. This was fun to her. It was a blank feeling to me. I knew what she had to do to live, this show was not going to change my want of her.

“This…”

“This is what we do….I see it had no effect on you….didn’t bother you at all did it?”

“No Carmen it did not……”

So kisses me hard. Her mouth already on the move…. I could feel her fangs in my throat. I could feel her hands making their way down, I could feel her fingers as they found where it hurt most…hurt in a good way, in and in and in and my blood leaving me. This was it….and one last feel of her the way I wanted most….up and up we went. She was all over me, in my head, in my heart, and my heart, beating…slower and slower…..I come and I die……

TBC

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