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Forever November
by Stephanie Kay Buffman (address withheld)
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I felt a warmth trickle down my neck, followed by an
eager tongue. At once the music ended, the beat stopped,
my heart ceased. (MF, fantasy, vampire, rom)
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I met him one November. Think about it. November. Even
the month itself abounds in mystery. When I think about
it now, I realize that I really didn't meet him. I'm not
even sure what you would call our acquaintance. Maybe
fate. Definitely a precedent for the future.
It was late and I was making my way home, through the
fields that lay between the Vicar's house and ours. I
first spied him between the trees that lay at the edge
of the surrounding grove. At first glance all I could
see was a tall dark shadow of a man. My heart jumped,
yet I continued to walk. I passed the area where he had
been and walked quickly beyond the vicinity.
I entered the scruff of foliage at the edge of the
fields and passed quickly through it to the next stretch
of pasture. As I entered the circle of grass, I stopped
to pull my cloak tighter around my shoulders. The
November wind was a bitter one. I bowed my head for a
moment as I adjusted my clothing, and when I looked back
up, there he was. In front of me, not more than ten feet
away, the shadow man.
I was struck first by his extreme pallor, accentuated by
his ruby lips. His hair was slicked back, away from his
ghostly countenance.
Don't look into his eyes, something whispered in my ear.
Perhaps my conscience, perhaps an angel of some sort.
Either way, I disregarded.
I lifted my head upward to gaze into his eyes, strangely
intense. Black with an underlying aura of violet. He
stared back and his lips slowly curled into a sly half
smile.
I half smiled back. He extended his hand, and I walked
forward to meet his grasp. His hands bore white gloves.
I noticed he was a fine dressed gentleman, of probably
fifty years. The most captivating aspect of his attire
was a jet black cape, lined in crimson brocade.
Our hands met and he raised mine to his lips and kissed
it gently, never losing eye contact. No words were
needed. We began to waltz.
The beat of my heart provided the music, and the
gentleman followed it gracefully. We circled and twirled
until the pasture became a ballroom, we two being the
only dancers. My heart became a violin, uttering forth
the sweetest fragile tune.
The rhythm got stronger, until I thought my heart would
explode for intensity of it. The room began to spin and
whirl, yet we two dancers kept time with the waltz.
Suddenly, through unspoken words, the gentleman asked
politely, "May I?"
To which I firmly answered "You may..."
Our lips met and I was overwhelmed with passion. Not
unlike the dance, the kiss seemed to breathe life
eternal. The room spun, the dancers whirled, and my
outstretched mind circled them both. I could no longer
breathe and tore my mouth away from his.
He bent close to my face. I could feel his breath, hot
on my cheek. He turned his face ever so slightly and
kissed my hair. We kept turning and his lips travelled
down. My cheek, my ear, my neck...
He nuzzled my neck with his cheek and began to kiss
again. I was astonished at how such an aged gentleman
could awaken such fires within me. I felt his mouth open
the slightest bit, as he nibbled ever so slightly. We
twirled and I caught a glimpse of us in the ballroom
mirror. I was dancing alone.
Twas then that it happened. I felt a sharp stabbing pain
in my neck. Vertigo consumed me. I felt a warmth trickle
down my neck, followed by an eager tongue. At once the
music ended, the beat stopped, my heart ceased.
I awoke in the pasture once again. My cloak was lying
bundled next to me.
A dream, I thought. Only a dream.
I gathered my cloak and scrambled to my feet. It had
seemed so real. I raised a trembling hand to my throat,
only to meet a warm, sticky wetness. I pulled my hand
away and in the pale moonlight, I gazed upon blood. Red,
dark, my own.
I looked around frantically for some semblance of the
dream from which I had come, but there was none to be
found.
I closed my eyes and seemed to hear the wind whisper
unspoken words. I opened them again and found nothing.
I gathered my cloak around my shoulders and began the
remainder of my never-ending journey.
---Stephanie Kay Buffman, March 4, 1992.
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