Burning Passion

(her Point of View)

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, months into years and years into dacades, decades into centuries. Any normal person would have been driven to insanity. I had no companion, no joyous encounters, no happiness: I just faced rejection and hatred day by day. Nobody to love me or accept me for who I am. I began to live in hiding. Till one day I heard of a myth

¶"We live to die..¶

¶then what's the essence of life?¶

¶to be merry?¶

¶Fulfill your desires¶

¶so that you may laugh on your deathbed.¶

¶Some dreams will never be fulfilled.¶

¶I will thus lend my power¶

¶to those deemed worthy.¶

¶Seek it and you will find your very heart desires"¶

My desire to be loved and cherished led me to look for the treasure described. I was sick of this near immortal life. Only one thing can kill me in this world. Although I have wanted to die many times and actively seeked futile means of death, I never died. Each time I was dying I desperately strived to survive. It was like my genes were screaming at me to live and survive. My body was telling me I wasn't born to die but to live... That is when I realized I did not want to die. I just want to kill the monster inside me so that I can be loved. What a Coward I am. I'm truly afraid of death.

I went to look for the treasure known to lay in the sacred temple of Bastet. But that journey was not fruitful. I met my nemesis, the bearer of the sword.

*time slip* (this part is being repeated you can skip if you want but I advise not: because the scene is being described in whole-author)

Every step I took drained all the ounce of energy left in me, a step seemed like a mile. My heartbeat was getting weaker. The urge to lay my back to the wall guiding my dragging walk, was too strong to resist. With my eyes darting left and right, I was losing focus of what remained in near view. I could feel my consciousness slipping away but I had to remain strong...no amount of force seemed to stop the bleeding. It was severe and this time I felt I might not survive after all. Looking at how I got myself into this situation, I wondered if it was worth it. What was the point? Would I die like this? I was never able to answer my questions but as I was still pondering on what seemed as a pointless endeavour, my mind went blank...

White clouds drawn in a blue background overlapping with my falling silhouette, this was the image of which I was then seeing in my sleep. I was falling so slowly I almost thought I was flying... but illusions are only beautiful as long as they last. I fell down with a thud. It hurt so much that I exclaimed only to realize I was dreaming and now in a strange place. The room gleamed white. The sunlight shining through the big window into the room offered little help in making it less blinding. For a moment I almost forgot as to what inflicted the pain.

"You are finally awake!" a voice I did not recognise seemed to be exclaiming to itself in delight. Sitting up, I looked around and listened. Alas! So peaceful. There was no sign of chaos. I was relieved but only for a moment as the filthy thirst arose again and this time it was stronger than ever. Curse that hunter. I never would have been so thirsty had I not lost so much blood and to make it worse there is food right in front of me! How do I control myself? No. No. No. I cannot do this. He just saved my life, technically...where are my manners?

'Control yourself!' I rebuked myself.

'Will you stop murmuring to yourself already?' the voice tried to bring me to reality with little success. I had completely lost it. I was then getting ready for my meal as the morphology of my mouth was already changing. Did this scare my so called savior? I had no idea, at this moment I was not capable of undergoing the process of thought. It was like an obsession was controlling me. In the next moment, I heard a voice it was sweet and soothing. To this voice, I owe my favor. It calmed me allowing my mouth to return back to normal. As though waking me up from a deep sleep, I opened my senses and was able to perceive once more. The only possibility, of which the voice might have come from, is this creature hovering over me. Had I not been this weak I would have found it almost erotic. He was on all fours, pressing down on the bed I now lay. My body in between his legs and hands, his long hair created a curtain around my face. I am certain it is not human but yet it looks feels and smells humanlike. It left me more than puzzled.

( End of Repetition )

But I didn't care anyway. So I pulled him by the collar as I brought my lips towards his neck, while feeling the position of his carotid artery. I lick the spot softly and open my plum lips as I raise my upper jaw. Ready to sink in my fangs. Some time back, I found out that as I drink a living persons blood, they experience something similar to a sexual arousal and eventually pleasure. So, at least my savior will experience the orgasm of his life. I sink in my teeth and God, this taste was nothing like I've ever had before. I wrap my legs around his torso in a deadlock as I bring him closer to my body. For some reason, his blood makes me feel something other than the joy of being fed. My nipples harden as my nether regions wettened, my heart that has always been steady and calm beats in an erratic rhythm. My body feels hotter. I lick the wound I created to let it heal. I felt like I wanted something else. I look at him and he smiles and chuckles "you are one thirsty cat... I thought you were going to suck me dry...I guess it's now my turn" he smirks at the end of his sentence as he drew his lips next to mine. Is he a vampire too? Is what I thought but contrary to what I expected, he didn't sink his fangs into me but rather gave me one long steamy wild kiss. I was drowning in it. The way his soft lips covered mine, as his lips licked mine. It sent a jolt of electricity to my pelvic region. I was swooning in softness. I felt a sting on my lower lip causing me to gasp...only to have his soft wet leathery tongue invade my mouth. I felt it explore the insides of my mouth with such tenderness curiosity and passion. Is this how it felt like to be loved? I wrapped my arms around him as I brought him closer to my body. I didn't want to let go. I never felt anything like this. True, I have kissed one too many but it was only to let their guard down so I could get their blood. I never felt anything. It was just like kissing an apple before biting into it...But this....this feeling of being devoured in a cherishing way is so contradictory that I can't help it, but wish it could last forever. He totally dominated me and I had no complaint. He ignited a fire in me that I had long thought extinguished. I knew this would be a memory too sweet to bear and one destined to remain a lovely memory. Allow me to enjoy myself just this once and with no care in the world I indulged myself in the desires and pleasures of the heart or was it lust? Maybe desperation of the unloved...