A Drink of Cloves and Lace
This is a collaborative short story that arcanexfemme and I wrote together. Please give comments and criticism. It will be greatly appreciated.
A Drink of Cloves and Lace
I turn one corner only to find another. Nothing appeals to me tonight. One would think that out of all these mortals I could find one who calls to me. Alas, it seems my taste is that of another time. I wandered on waiting and searching for the one I would take tonight. I caught scent at last, a most alluring scent that I followed around the next corner. The scent of clove cigarettes reminded me of who I once was.
In front of The Web, a local club, she stood. Lace stockings, that looked as if this was the first time they had been worn, adorned her legs. I have a thing for lace. Nonchalantly, I walked over to where she stood.
“May I join you in a smoke?”
“Sure” she replied as she pulled out a lighter and a clove.
“No need for a light” I said as a lighter flew from my pocket. She must have wondered about the speed of which the lighter appeared for her eyes lit up in shock. “It’s a cold night just to be wandering about.”
“Well, you’re out.” I loved the spunk in her. She should be fun.
“No, really, why are you here? I’m curious.”
“Well, walking calms me and helps clear my head.”
“Why not follow me then? I know a park that gives the perfect environment for clearing one’s head.” The suspicion in her eyes told me no, but her feet followed me. “There is a pub nearby too. I’m very thirsty; maybe we could get a drink.” We walked in relative silence smoking our cloves and paused only for a moment at the pub’s door. Opening the door for her, I thought I might be gaining her trust.
“There is nothing better than a good drink and a clove cigarette” she told me. I agreed with her and we toasted our beers to long life.
“What about getting what you desire?” I added.
“Yes, that too, to getting what we want” she replied as she raised her glass once more.
A sly smile crept over my face.
“The smoke in here is overpowering; do you want to go to that park you spoke about?”
Wow, she is doing my work for me, I thought to myself. “That would be great” I replied aloud. I had the bartender put our drinks on my tab as we left. Ah, the joys of regular service. Not a word was spoken on our walk to the park. Once through the gates however, I suggested a cozy spot that I knew.
She simply agreed saying “Somewhere not on the main way would be nice.”
It seemed I was going to get more than just a meal. I remembered her lace stockings and gladly agreed with her. We made our way to the picnic table behind a huge oak tree. I kindly asked for another cigarette. The smell of the cloves awakened parts of me long dormant. She pulled out the cigarette and took one puff before handing over to me. She stood over at the big tree and it reminded me of her standing at The Web’s entrance with those beautiful stockings. I got up from the picnic table, cigarette in hand, to offer her another drag. She motioned for the clove but instead grabbed my coat and gave a gentle tug. Bringing me close to her, she placed one hand on the back of my neck in order to bring me in for a kiss. It is nights like this that I am thankful for. The cold air masks the real temperature of my skin. Touching the warmth of her lips catalyzed my hunger for her blood. Holding back my fangs, I eased slowly down to her neck. This excited her and she began to push her body more forcefully against mine. Instantly, I reciprocated by forcing her against the oak tree. As she moaned, her head tilted back exposing the smooth expanse of her throat. All pretense and control vanished in that moment.
I extended my fangs and broke her porcelain skin. Even as I drained away her life, she thrust against me. I reveled in the taste and warmth of her blood running down my throat; all too soon it was over. I lapped up what little blood escaped, and stood for a moment feeling alive. I left her body for some poor soul to find in the morning. Taking one last look back at her, I noticed the clove cigarette lonely on the ground. I gracefully picked it up, smoking it as I left. No sense in wasting a perfectly good clove.
A Drink of Cloves and Lace
I turn one corner only to find another. Nothing appeals to me tonight. One would think that out of all these mortals I could find one who calls to me. Alas, it seems my taste is that of another time. I wandered on waiting and searching for the one I would take tonight. I caught scent at last, a most alluring scent that I followed around the next corner. The scent of clove cigarettes reminded me of who I once was.
In front of The Web, a local club, she stood. Lace stockings, that looked as if this was the first time they had been worn, adorned her legs. I have a thing for lace. Nonchalantly, I walked over to where she stood.
“May I join you in a smoke?”
“Sure” she replied as she pulled out a lighter and a clove.
“No need for a light” I said as a lighter flew from my pocket. She must have wondered about the speed of which the lighter appeared for her eyes lit up in shock. “It’s a cold night just to be wandering about.”
“Well, you’re out.” I loved the spunk in her. She should be fun.
“No, really, why are you here? I’m curious.”
“Well, walking calms me and helps clear my head.”
“Why not follow me then? I know a park that gives the perfect environment for clearing one’s head.” The suspicion in her eyes told me no, but her feet followed me. “There is a pub nearby too. I’m very thirsty; maybe we could get a drink.” We walked in relative silence smoking our cloves and paused only for a moment at the pub’s door. Opening the door for her, I thought I might be gaining her trust.
“There is nothing better than a good drink and a clove cigarette” she told me. I agreed with her and we toasted our beers to long life.
“What about getting what you desire?” I added.
“Yes, that too, to getting what we want” she replied as she raised her glass once more.
A sly smile crept over my face.
“The smoke in here is overpowering; do you want to go to that park you spoke about?”
Wow, she is doing my work for me, I thought to myself. “That would be great” I replied aloud. I had the bartender put our drinks on my tab as we left. Ah, the joys of regular service. Not a word was spoken on our walk to the park. Once through the gates however, I suggested a cozy spot that I knew.
She simply agreed saying “Somewhere not on the main way would be nice.”
It seemed I was going to get more than just a meal. I remembered her lace stockings and gladly agreed with her. We made our way to the picnic table behind a huge oak tree. I kindly asked for another cigarette. The smell of the cloves awakened parts of me long dormant. She pulled out the cigarette and took one puff before handing over to me. She stood over at the big tree and it reminded me of her standing at The Web’s entrance with those beautiful stockings. I got up from the picnic table, cigarette in hand, to offer her another drag. She motioned for the clove but instead grabbed my coat and gave a gentle tug. Bringing me close to her, she placed one hand on the back of my neck in order to bring me in for a kiss. It is nights like this that I am thankful for. The cold air masks the real temperature of my skin. Touching the warmth of her lips catalyzed my hunger for her blood. Holding back my fangs, I eased slowly down to her neck. This excited her and she began to push her body more forcefully against mine. Instantly, I reciprocated by forcing her against the oak tree. As she moaned, her head tilted back exposing the smooth expanse of her throat. All pretense and control vanished in that moment.
I extended my fangs and broke her porcelain skin. Even as I drained away her life, she thrust against me. I reveled in the taste and warmth of her blood running down my throat; all too soon it was over. I lapped up what little blood escaped, and stood for a moment feeling alive. I left her body for some poor soul to find in the morning. Taking one last look back at her, I noticed the clove cigarette lonely on the ground. I gracefully picked it up, smoking it as I left. No sense in wasting a perfectly good clove.