Him

As He calls to her, it can only only rationally express the way she feels, in some place far from the sea of time.

In the darkest depths of her soul, you will never in all eternity be able to find the key that unlocks the nature of her being. Believe me, she has tried.  As so like the mind, He will never give up.

As the darkness enters, enters in a burning sense that blocks all other senses out, death knocks at the door. You know when it comes, feel it breathing down your neck, caressing, purring. Try and run as you might, He will not stop. Not until your His. Forever.

The fangs, they are beautiful. It wasn't a question, but a statement. An ugly truth draped in beauty. All she can remember is the screaming, which slowly turns to moans; the pain, the harvest moon spinning out of control, "Your beatuiful", He said, "Come to me my darling, forever."

Looking at herself in the mirror, she had only just realized what had become of her, in a way that seemed almost funny, she knew she had to stop the longing, the blood filled lust....

For Him.