Light

   His hair, the color of the blackest night as red flames licked high into the sky. His eyes, the color of the bluest of sapphires when the sun's light struck the gem. His smile, rare as a diamond in the sea. Him, as gorgeous as the setting sun over the horizon. He was the man of my dreams. He was one of the Darkness. He was my light. He is Dread.

   I watched him, his every move, carefully. He moved with the grace of silk blowing in a gentle breeze, making no sound, intent on his task. His hand glided over the paper in a fluid motion. I watched him, hypnotized. His breath came out evenly, calmly.

   The pencil smoothly along the paper, creating a curve, then, slowly, the outline of a head. My eyes widened in interest, anxious to see what was going to show up next. An eye, nose, curve of a bottom lip, they appeared.

   He looked at me, cold eyes searching. Hesitantly, he put aside his work and brought me closer to him. I blushed, startled. I could feel his cold hands sliding across my back, cold as the dead's skin. His cool breath blew gently across my neck and I forced back a shudder, attempting to contain my impulses.

   His hands slid up to my hair and tangled themselves in it. By this time, my breath was coming out in gasps. Never have I been touched this way before. Dread, my light, was the last I expected it to be. I loved him, he loved me. The Darkness, my light.

   His lips caressed my neck, cool air escaped to brush against it. I involuntarily shivered, moving my hands to his shoulders and clutched him to me. I could feel a smirk, a small one.

   The smirked widened until i could feel sharp, pointed ice press against my skin. No, it didn't pierce, but for a few heartbeats, I wished it did. I wanted to be his and his alone. For him to be my vampire, my light, for eternity.

   The Darkness dropped his hands from my hair so they could fall to my waist and pull me closer. We were two opposite sides of a magnet, desperate to be whole.

   He paused and for a heartbreaking moment, I thought it was over, but instead, he planted himself a small kiss on my jaw and the kiss trailed back down to my neck. I sighed in delight and he smiled against my skin. His strong arms enveloped me and, though his skin was cold, I was warm. Warmth flooded me from the inside out and I was loved and in love.

   I felt the iclcles fade into my notice again and felt Dread's arms tighten around me. Slowly, ever so slowly, the sharp, razor sharp tips sunk into my neck. Immediately, I felt the hot sting of my blood dripping down, down my chest, my arms, the snow white sheets. Immediately, I smelled the metallic red liquid. Immediately, I noticed there was no pain. No pain, my neck was numb as the blood left my body and joined the light.

   No pain as my vision faded, as my heart stopped beating, as I stopped breathing. No pain as my soul lifted from my body as I died. No pain as I ceased to exist. I felt no pain as I felt the vampire's kiss.