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Subject: {ASSM} The Darkened Heart {FM}
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Date: Sun,  6 Feb 2005 18:10:03 -0500
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My blog is at http://darkeroticism.blogspot.com

This story is @swingingpuss and can only be posted
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Secrets Of A Darkened Heart

Neither sex nor the previous night's drinking binge
were the proximate causes for her to pick up perfect
strangers from perfectly innocuous bars. It was never
about preferences - short, fat, tall, bald or
downright ugly suited her just fine. All she needed
was a body to lie with, to let those few breaths of
pleasure replace the memories that tormented her every
waking moment.

Getting up softly from the bed, she turned and looked
at the rumpled sheets and the man snoring under them.
Her eyes trailed his bronze arm down to the fingers
that held a fistful of sheets. They had been clever
fingers searching all her nooks and crannies, finding
spots that had made her give in to moments so sweet
that she could have wept with relief. He had made her
forget the demons that had darkened her soul's
doorstep.

Now in the harsh glare of the morning sun, she knew
this was not another flash in the gathering dark,
leaving her cold. Although he was different from all
the rest, she could not let him close. It would be too
dangerous. Wearing her clothes softly, she let her
eyes trail over his dark beauty one last time.

He carried his African heritage with a bold imprint.
Curly dark hair fell carelessly over a high forehead,
thick lashes swept down his high cheekbones covering
eyes that she knew to be mischievous amber. His lips
hid sharp, sparkling white teeth. He smiled as he
slept, dreaming perhaps of the night before.

He had made her laugh and feel some inkling of her
former self in that dingy little bar, surrounded by
mortal hearts and evanescent emotions. She had
laughed, so close to tears, so close to letting the
hollow gaping wound surface and sweep her away in a
wave of inexpressible rage. She had then looked into
his eyes with quiet desperation and asked him to take
her home.

Silence had blanketed the distance between their close
bodies and she had held her breath as he made up his
mind. She could tell he wasn't the kind of man who
would screw around at the spur of the moment
especially with someone like her.

Shaking her head, she had begun to slide off the stool
when he had taken her hand in a gentle hold and kissed
it. That had been her undoing and tears had spilled
down her satiny cheeks.

He had tipped her chin and stared into her sad eyes
and in his gaze she found a reciprocating pain that he
had hidden behind a playful façade.

Together they had left the bar. Not a word had passed
between them as he drove them back to his hotel room.
They had undressed each other in silence and then
loved each other with such feverish pitch that made
words seem unnecessary. She had clawed his back and
held him close wanting him to feel her pain just for a
few seconds, to curl up under his skin and breathe
easy as if nothing bad had ever happened in her life.

Yet it had happened. Her peaceful world, with its
picket fences and rose bushes, had crumbled. There had
been nothing left of her loved ones except telltale
signs on the corpses. Signs that told her that they
had caught up with her and they had left their calling
card - the little pinpricks on the necks of her human
husband and her two little ones, children the council
had considered abominations.

She had grieved and raged like a rabid animal. Anger
had made the blood thirst uncontrollable and she had
gone on a feeding frenzy. She had taken them down like
cattle; she had turned from a guardian to a predator.
They had screamed for mercy on bended knees but to no
avail. Her mindless grief had exacted its revenge on
the innocent till she could no longer suffer the sight
of blood any more.

It was then that sanity had finally lifted the curtain
of madness off her eyes and she had recoiled in
horror. They had proven that she was no different than
them. She was a vampire just like her brethren and her
love for humanity was a farce she could not hide
behind. Yet she loved her victims as much as she loved
her own children. She loved them for their mortality,
for their casual acceptance of the dark, and for their
quotidian lives, so unlike her own.

And then she had begun to run. She had run from the
devastation she had caused and from her brethren, who
pursued her to bring her to justice ordained by the
council. They had no such affection for their prey.
Being a day walker, she had eluded them till now but
justice was meted out to her nonetheless by the souls
of those she had inadvertently killed by loving them
or by her mad rampage.

But now he had finally caught up with her. Five years
later, here he was, sleeping in a bed that held her
scent. A day walker like her, he was part human and
part vampire and yet he was so far away from her. She
could not let him near.

It was time to move on. If he was able to find her, so
would they sooner or later.

She wore her red sandals and began to tiptoe out of
the room when his voice stopped her.

"Planning to run away again, are you sweetheart?" his
deep baritone made her close her eyes.


		
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