A Toast to You VI

Those blood thirsty thangs

 

A Toast to You VI

 

I dare to open the door after I just hung up the phone…How could she be here that fast? Televisions turning off, lights burning out and the silly toilet flushed without the aid of my helping hand. I have to admit, something is fishy here at my house, and something is out of the norm.  Now Christine, who I really like, has caused serious doubts whether or not she is human. I can taste her lips as if I have pressed my lips against hers, feeling the softness, and smelling her sweet breath. Her perfume has captured me into a trance that I believe stimulated this hallucination. My heart is beating double time with thrusts of pumping blood. There is nothing wrong with liking someone at first glance or falling in love the same, but when all of this happens in conjunction with weird events, common sense says halt.

Really, now I have reserved the right to hesitate about answering the door. I don’t know what or who she is or why she is here. She said she works for “homes beyond”…beyond what? She came unexpectedly, and now I’m infatuated with her. Is she a ghost, because her skin is the color of milk?  Maybe she is some type of vampire that stalks its prey then seriates, like a sharp knife to cut the vein and drink the blood. I wonder if I’m reading too much into this but I can’t seem to get a grip on reality because the weirdest stuff keeps happening.

Well what if she is a ghost, is she out to hurt me? Her sexiness is far greater than anything in my life right now, so why not pursue her. What if she’s a vampire, what about that? I’m not sure I can part with my blood or welcome the catch phrase “good to the last drop.” I sort of like my tan, so why would I want to be a ghoulish color. 

I turned to open the door and there she was, Christine, with her hair blowing in the night breeze as a purple halo casted her body. I could feel my feet lifting as she reached for me, touching my hand, and with a quick tug, her body was pressing against mine. Her mouth zeroed in on mine but overshoot to my neck. I could feel a stinging sensation as pulsating liquid gushed from my vein. I watched in amazement as her color became rich and rosy as mine began to fade. I grew cold and weak as her insatiable drinking emptied the vital juices to sustain my life. I became dizzy, as my knees buckled and gravity pushed me to the floor. Imprints of the last moments cause me to doubt I even answered the door. 

I felt myself lying on the floor staring up with glazed eyes and I couldn’t help wondering why I answered the door.

Reviews

[Wildfleour]

Well, why stop now.........inquiring minds want to know where the heck you are going with this story!

I need to read the next chapter. This is too good, but I want to know what happens next.

Ralphy, I hate you, you got me addicted to this story now.

Great fundamentals.

A wonderful piece.

[Dani California]

Wake up !!! It's still a dream .... beyond ! lol

Yes, why did you answer the dang door? And to think, this all started because you wanted toast. lol