A Cloud Like Hand

A cloud like hand rolls across my cheek, stealing a moment as cold fingertips sear down my back, freezing the skin they touch, bringing me away from my bloodlust, captivating my curiosity. Alabaster screens shift under the moon hiding the stars as shadows dance in the edge of the woods, another icy caress slides down my side, so cold it warms me, enough to spark the blood seeping from the hole in my chest, cauterizing it and as the flesh knits together a face coalesces before me. Grayish blue eyes cut into me and I spread the wound so they may peer in. After getting their fill they move to my eyes and I notice the fine lines of her jaw and her slightly auburn hair moving around as if caught in a breeze, but it’s the way the light plays across her meticulous fangs that mesmerize me. Curved, almost daintily, better to hold what she wants, my flesh craves them to dig in, and I feel the fur on my back rise as I lick my lips in anticipation. Her body begins to take form as if she stepped out from behind a curtain and she stretches her delicately curved fingers…. preparing…. My mind skips, freezing me in midstep and as I shake off my sluggishness there she is, arms wrapped around me, I can see the three quarter moon reflected in her eyes and as her fangs graze my neck I know I’ve found sanctuary.