misconception

 It was a dark and stormy night. The countryside was cloaked in quiet. The young maiden sat at the waters edge. Ripples waved across the pond from her wriggling toes. The grassy bed in which she sat was all a glow, bathed in the milk light of the waxing moon. The white cotton nightgown stuck to her heaving breasts from the drizzling rain, and ominous misty fog.

  Far off, down the wildly twisting road. An unearthly being began to awake. Within his disorganized world. A crypt of tree roots, fungi and moss. Surrounding a large stone sarcophagus. Slowly he stirred. A coldly glowing hand pushing the stone lid out of his way. So he could rise into his time. The time to hunt, the deep sweetness of night. His hunger throbbing through him, to the depths of his soul he is shaken by it. Filled with it, creating a lust like some dark and unholy pulse to simply drive him on. The form climbs the mossy gnarled tree roots, reaching with patience and meticulous care for the opening he has made. The door to the world above. Of the rich smelling, and sweet to the touch game of his hunting ground. Within moments he is free of his daily abode. Standing close to seven feet in height. This dark nemesis of light stands, stretching, drinking in the sweet fragrance of night. Wearing black leather pants over high biker boots of black hard leather. Gauze like white shirt covers his well developed torso. With a long black trench coat and dark red scarf over all. He scans the area in a quick sweeping gaze for his mighty mechanical steed.

  She stirs at the sound, a motorcycle coming along the mountain road, off in the distance behind her. A look of puzzlement flickers across her angelic features. The dark green eyes so sensuous and alluring, show the hint of fear. The wind blows across her body. Giving her a chill as it glides over her long legs up to her wet and matted pubic hair showing through the cotton of her nightgown. Her nipples so dark only barely show through as they harden at the excitement of her growing fear.

  The wind blows through his hair as he glides over the pavement on the Harley pan head. A slight flick of his right wrist, left hand squeezing, as his right toe kicks up, the bike accelerates into a higher gear. Mist surrounds him like some unearthly cloak. Pulling off the road he throws the kill switch, gliding silently into the woods. He is swallowed into its dark solace.

  Her youthful innocence is shattered as her countenance takes on a look close to panic. Eye quickly glancing from side to side. Slowly she sees him emerging from the trees like some phantom from another world. His skin cast a luminous glow as if he were some type of angelic messiah. But she can see the fangs in his mouth slightly bared in a grin of both malice and lust. The sent of fresh living blood hangs in the air. He strides to her, catching her in an embrace, her saviors of darkness. Caressing each other’s bodies, he kisses along her neck dragging a dark black tongue over her flesh. Slowly moving down her neck, to cover one of her nipples. She sighs in ecstasy running her fingers through his hair, softly down to circle his neck. Feeling the strong cable like muscles moving beneath his cold flesh. Eyes slowly fluttering closed, as her hand make on sharp quick motion..

<< CRACK >>

  He falls limp against her. As she slowly opens her eyes, which are now merely black slits within a field of green. Stretching languidly softly sighing, almost like a purr. She settles in to enjoy her feast.