I could see his red glowing eyes, beckoning me. In my head, he chanted, You are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine…
Yes, I thought. Yes, I’m yours…
His hands touched my face. I saw a black mark on his inner wrist. It was a letter M. I didn’t know what it meant. All I knew was: I’m only his.
Slowly, he tilted my head, exposing my delicate neck. The gesture was erotic as the cold breeze of the night touched the sensitive flesh of my throat. Then he lowered his head and planted a soft, cold kiss.
I gasped, wide-eyed when I felt a sudden pain. A stab of his fatal fangs. But I didn’t care. I was his and nothing more. I was nothing. Floating into the endless abyss of darkness. Into the arms of oblivion. I was becoming nothing but his own. I was just nothing.
I could barely open my eyes when I realized that the dream was over. I was just dreaming, wasn’t I? I tried to move but I realized I couldn’t. I was sitting on a sidewalk bench, head dropped.
I was weak. So weak that I couldn’t even move a finger. I could feel my faltering heartbeat—so weak and dying. I was dying. I was lost. I didn’t know what had happened. All I knew was: I was going to the Elusive Bliss and—
He came, a young looking man who pulled my head up to face him and cradled me on his strong shoulder. Then to my dread and astonishment, he bit his wrist and pressed it to my almost dead lips.
“Drink,” he said.
And so I did. I tasted his blood. Why did I do that? What was this man doing to me? I could barely see. And it hit me. He was a vampire and so with the man who drained me. I was drinking his vampire blood, trying to escape death. Who would have thought vampires are real? Memories—visions of him flooded my head.