The Death Of A Final Love.

A Story by Joselyn.

Heh, Halloween story written about vampires. Done for English class. I like it. :] Final copy.

There was blood.

I knew what had happened. Beside me, Matt shuddered. In my blinded rage I had killed, no, murdered cold bloodedly. Not only had I killed before his very eyes, but also it had been Patrick. His best friend.

Guilt and sweat rolled down my body as I realized what I had done. I felt Matt’s anger build up as his eyes turned towards me. I winced, waiting for him to yell or explode with anger.

After what seemed like ages, but in my life was mere seconds, Matt let out a sigh. I can only assume what this meant... Relief? Madness? I'll never know, but if he had not done such a simple thing we may not have been the same way. He and I may not have died like this.

He sighed once more. "You weren’t lying... You really are one of them, aren't you?" I nodded slowly, my head hanging slightly due to the utter shame I felt. I had kept this secret from him far, far too long. "Everything hurts in my body, Joselyn. Death is cold, and tonight, it's creeping towards us. I don't know what to do. I can feel my heart beating in everything, flushing out all the sounds around me. What do I do? Am I dying? I don't want to die. I want to be with you."

"Matt..."

Just then, I was cut off from all speech. Darkness began to creep over Patrick’s dead, severed and bloody body. He began to disappear from sight and I took in a deep breath as I realised what was happening.

"Death." Matt went completely cold. Frozen. More so than even my skin, which naturally was extremely chilled. I didn't know what to do. Matt suddenly grabbed my shoulder.

"What-"

"Joselyn... Remember what you told me before?" He held on tighter, so tight it brought tears into my eyes. "Can you do it? I want to know what it's like to be like you before I die."

It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. "Are you sure?" He nodded and leaned in closer to embrace me. This made me shudder with cold. Darkness was getting closer. I didn't have much time left.

Pulling out a knife I held it gently to Matt’s throat. I looked at him in the eyes one more time, and slid the blade across his neck to make a small trickle of blood come out. I get closer to him, so close that from a distance we would probably look like one person, and I placed my mouth over the cut. Matt made a silent sound and kissed my neck in return as I cleaned the blood off of him.

I took the knife and placed it in his hand. "Matt... Here, take this and do the same." I shivered a little as I said this. There was nothing wrong with it. One vampire feeding off of another. It was rather romantic.

"Is this... How vampires feed?"

I nodded against his shoulder. "Kind of."

He gently placed the knife on my neck just as I had and opened a small cut. I felt the blood gently come out of it and the warmth of his breath slowly beating on my skin. I placed my mouth once more on the cut I had made as a sign for him to as well.

With slight hesitation he did the same. I felt his lips on it and my blood rushing out my body into his throat. It felt good in one way, and so right in another. Vampires don't normally feed off other vampires, so I had not been fed off since I had become one. Yet... I trusted Matt. I trusted him with my life; he had always been there to support me.

I felt death creep closer. Slowly it began to devour my love and I, and we both held each other gently.

At the same moment we stopped the embrace, kissed one last time and whispered to each other something said so easily...

"I love you." And then... Darkness.