A Shadow In the Corner Part Two

A place where she could remove the mask she had to wear with all others, but most sadly her “parents”. She realized what she had always known. I was mother and father to her. I was the parent she had never really known, yet always so desperately desired. Sing for me, my Angel of Music. On that night, as she sat listening to the songs coming from the shadow in her corner, I finally emerged. I have been patient with her, as I knew from the beginning that she was like no other…She was my beloved daughter, and on this night, I came forth, and took her in my arms. She showed no fear, but only longing. Not just the love of a young girl for her father….but the desire of a woman for her lover. Our kisses lit up the room like the molten silver light of the moon pouring through her window. My cold dead heart picked up on this heat, and I felt the warmth of life once again. So many feelings for a long dead soul to experience again…such things so long forgotten. At the moment when my sharp canine teeth penetrated her throat, it was as if I had penetrated her sex. There was a sharp intake of breath, and her innocence was gone. Her blood so sweet and so hot, a magical nectar of the darkest of gods, ran down my throat, evoking a passion within me much like a prolonged, screaming ******, just much more intense. Her body bucked against me, not in pain or fear, but in an abandonment of wanton lust. But she was growing cold. I finally felt compelled to speak to her for the first time in my voice, and I knew fear. “My daughter…my beloved child. You are so close to death, and I for the first time in centuries know fear. I fear for the loneliness that I have known for so very long to return with your passing, yet I also fear to curse you with this eternal existence that I must endure. To be always alone, even when walking in the most tightly packed crowd. Is mine an existence that you could bare my love?”. She looked at me then… her eyes shining, beautiful in her imminent death. “Father” she said. I realized then that she knew who we must be, and what we would be…”I have always been alone except when I was with the shadow. I was always alone except when I was with you. I would rather go to sleep in your arms, never to awaken, than to go on with my so called life without you in it. If I may live as you are, together with you, then that isn’t a curse to me, but the fulfillment of a dream.