The
Desires of the Last Vampire
She felt rotten and she had forgotten the date and its subsequent fate. Before her worms seemed to be heaped upon her plate and what was worse was there was no way to escape. So it is that she felt unstable at the dinner table and what was worse is that she was confounded because she was surrounded by those who were about to see what she was soon to be. She could see her image change to rearrange in a cup of tea.
The night grew to be
more than slight even though it wasn't midnight. It was due to the eclipse that now dripped
from her lips. The darkness
harkened. It grew cold as she grew old
as in her desires grew to be bold. She
strained as she saw each vein that pulsated upon a customer's throat. It seemed to be talking to her as if giving a
quote about how divine the sweet red wine.
From her mouth began to hang long fangs that would not be denied as she
attempted to hide what was nothing less than the beguiled smile of a crocodile
that was dangerous and wild.
At another table were a
gaggle of men who were youthful and able.
She was sure that these bounty hunters knew because she was in their
direct point of view. She was so
frightened that she did not know what to do, particularly when she was but an
obvious clue. As luck would have it they
were drunk out of habit. The crowd was
loud and the room was but a cloud that was full of those smoking and joking and
so they seemed oblivious to the fear on which she was choking.
What was bizarre is
that she sat across the bar where there was a mirror that did not need to be
brought any nearer. It did not necessitate
anyone to see any clearer. It was
apparent that her reflection was transparent.
It was apparent that they should have been aware of an image that wasn't
there and it was apparent that something was errant in candle flames that grew
to have a strange hue. On her back wings
grew. At the eclipse's peak she would
not be able to control what she was about to seek.
Like the fragrance of
sweet perfume she drifted into the bathroom.
It was there that she went into full bloom and it was there that a
victim met her doom. Blood she drank to
replenish her tank. The cravings were
dark. The death was stark. She had no time to morn for she was
reborn. It was bizarre that she heard
the bugle horn! The bounty hunters were
about to have some fun. It was obvious that
they had found one. It was all because
of the desires of this last vampire.
They had noticed how she had become unstable as she sat at the dinner
table.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When so rings the chimes when you're at the wrong place at the wrong time.
September 28th,
2015
