Often, I wonder when it first happened?

Thinking back to that night, I think I had first glimpsed the feeling deep down inside. In a place that man has never dared venture in his mere mortality. A place deep within, so dark that the thought of light is unknown and foreign.

Sitting beside the warm campfire, I contemplated the day’s events. A full moon rose slowly over the distant forest, and I watched the scattered clouds drift lazily across the face of its November brightness, as an early winter chill started filling the air. I pulled my skins tighter around my body to ward off the chill. As I think about it now it was not the chilled night air that I should have warded off.

A heavy drift of clouds oppressed the light of the moon as the surrounding area grew pitch. The light from the fire cast eerie dancing shadows on the bushes around me and limited my vision to no more than 3 meters in any direction.

As the clouds passed the moon and the light began gaining purchase on my surrounding I saw her standing there watching me. I stood and watched guarded as she slowly approached the fire. Studying her graceful haunting moves, I could not help but wonder why she was here?

She lowered herself next to the fire across from me and it was the first time I saw them. Her eyes were deep pools, liquid, swimming oil filled pools. Never had I seen such beauty in one's eyes. They fixed on him, unblinking, looking, burying into his very soul. Then is when I first felt the feeling then. Deep inside my recesses a chill ran through my soul. It awakened a primal desire I had never known. A desire to give her my, . . . my very soul?

I never think about that night anymore. Years ago I found I was better not to think or relive that night.

There she was, walking slowly under the streetlights. The opera was over and the street crowds where thinning. I find these days that one must be very careful on the city streets of New York.

Closer she came, her furs pulled tightly around her neck under the night chill. As she came to the doorway entrance I turned into the light that she might see me.

Instantly our eyes met, hers locked onto mine as I looked into her soul. I held out my hand to her and she came to me as a lamb to her mother. My arms slid slowly around her as our lips met. I could smell her; the passion heated her blood as we embraced. Hungrily our mouths locked, I can taste her now, as her tongue searches my mouth.

Shock, surprise, fear rivets her body as her tongue draws across my teeth.

She breaks away from my lips and startles a scream as my mouth closes on her neck. Only whimpers as I bite deep into the flesh.

500 years ago she came to my fire. She loved me so. And now she awaits her kiss of life as I have just had mine.

Why this night do I dwell on this?