“Shane….you want this woman….you want to drink her life…?”

“Yeah…I do.”

“Go ahead….she earned it….”

I tore her throat when I bit into her. How to describe it. It was the simplest expression of being complete. The texture of it like orange juice, the taste….I never knew something could be so good….was it worth everything? Was it better than sex, than whiskey, than the prospect of true love and happiness, and flower covered mountain tops….yeah it was. I drank down her entire miserable existence. Her meeting the brute, his lies of love, her desperate need to get away from her mother, the birth of the children she didn’t want who nearly killed her. Her wet drunk life, down and down we went till my knees hit the floor.

Carmen and her gentle tap of  my shoulder to tell me to stop. I was always a good student and did what I was told. Putting the bodies back in the bed to give the look that they died in their sleep. Wound on their throats closed. A simple trick really, a little saliva from us and the wound was gone.

We changed our clothes taking from our victims. Dry, warm, feeling like we could conquer the moon, challenge the day. I felt sleepy tired. The sky was changing from blue to red. Time for sleep. My arms and legs felt heavy…

“Ah my love….you are so new to the void…you need to sleep… come…”

So we run. Fast like a blur, her voice sweet, she was having the time of her undead life. We stop running till we find this abandoned town house. Down the stairs not a care or fear in the world. No light, cobwebs these things scare normal people a ride in the park for us. We find the cellar, junk everywhere, mice. They run by me and the sound of their little feet…funny to me.

‘So you’ve taken your first life did things much faster than I did when I was first made….how do you feel?”

Should I tell her the truth?

“I don’t want this night to end…..I am not sure what I would have become….what I might have been…if you know if we never crossed paths….”

“I like the way you think Shane….don’t think about tomorrow….now we dig…”

“Dig?”

“Oh yes…now we dig our own grave…….use your hands…dig till you can’t dig anymore. I’ll share it with you….we can sleep in each other arms…like lovers do….”

I dig. Further down amazed at how fast, how easy….I was sweating blood, which was weird….it made me wonder how Anne Rice knew all of this shit…like maybe she really did interviews with them…..

Carmen walked over to me so soft and lovely and beautiful. She said not to say the words…so I didn’t even think them half afraid she was going to leave me. She licks the sweat from my forehead, that shot to my system. I wanted that link with her…I wanted to retreat to our mind where we could have the carnal images and share the life that coursed thru us. Our kiss getting deeper like any minute she was going to let me in….

Then everything goes wrong.

This guy crashed in thru the ceiling all dust and ruffled clothes. He grabs us and we can’t move…

“You did a very bad thing….” He says as he takes off with us. Carmen in one hand me in the other. The sun was not out but I could feel how hot it was….my skin, my eyes they burned. We land a few minutes later on the familiar ground of Lafayette Cemetery. A group of vampires greet us as they drag us down into one of those crypts. I couldn’t make much out because my eyes still stung from the sun. I look for Carmen and I don’t see her.

I get tossed in a cell with bars so thick I couldn’t do anything to. So tired…..so very tired. I slept my body didn’t know what else to do.

Tbc

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