The call

I made my call.

Piercing through the night it reached you instantly. I felt it. I knew you felt it too. Right into the deepest fabric of your soul. Where the heartbeat resonates with the rhythm of your essence. Ancient words chanted. I knew you are coming. Willingly. Pursuing one mystery you tried to break in vain for years. All is revealed tonight. When the moon is singing. When my touch caresses you through the shaky barriers of our worlds. I know you are coming. Disoriented. Wondering. Anxious. You feel the pull. Irresistible when you let it so. And you did. You were waiting for it subconsciously. On the edges of your fantasies. For this moment. For this call. The call of your nature. You step outside. Blast of the night chill makes you shiver. It will pass. The last escaping moments of your warmth in exchange for the crystal clarity of infinity.

Come. Come closer. I guide you. Right behind you.

You can’t see me, but can feel my presence. As you always could. As you always secretly wished. Never knowing. Until now.

Open your eyes. I will gift you one last glimpse. One moment. To know now. Before forever. Before you will know it all.

-Don’t be afraid. Its just me.

Your eyes. Beautiful. Wide. Startled. You are on the edge of a disbelieve.

-You?!..But…

Humans. Emotions slow. Senses crawling to a stop under my touch. I pick your anxiety and pull the strings tearing them in pieces. There. I whisper. I see the flashing doubts fade into the dark. All will change now. I can stretch this instant forever. Seeing you raising your hand as if trying to prove what you felt all along is in front of you indeed. It is. I am. The time has come. I feel the intoxicating trembling of your pulse. The pause between the beats collapses as I let myself back in your moment again.

...how?!

My silly curious girl. I smile softly. Moon glitter ignites the tips of my fangs ready for a passion of death.

-Welcome to the night, my love...

Reviews

[Richard Patrick]

the story is short. You have drawn us, in your story. The story is horrifiying without a droplet of blood. You allow us to know about your world. Dear friend. The story is good. I You allow us to imagine this.

[Leo]

Thank You, Richard, for this wonderful review! Its a greatest compliment when a reader can connect with emotions of a story as envisioned by the author. Appreciate your kind words.