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We met as people often do, by chance. There was a moment in that meeting that caused us both to pause, there on the dance floor and stare deeply into each other. Not just into one another’s eyes you understand, but into the heart of the beast that beat within each of us.

The count down to new years had begun and we stood there staring, the crowd around us had faded away for at least me, and when the cheer went up “Happy New Year”, we stepped in closer and kissed.

I did not know who she was, but I felt as if I had known her all my life. We continued to kiss and my world spun round and round and I became dizzy in her embrace. The music began to play again and still we kissed as her friends and mine danced around us, a barrier against the rest of the world. I vaguely remember dancing with her as we kissed, was that why I was dizzy?

I don’t know how much time went by before we found a place to sit and talk. I was drunk on her, and in her eyes was reflected that same drunkenness in me. We spoke of who we are, and what we wanted in life and marveled at how much alike in mind and desires we were.

Soon the friends I had come with, and those that had came with her, found us and we found we had many friends in common. How we had gone blind of one another was a mystery, and we all shared a great laugh in spite of it.
Then she confessed that she had been watching me for a long time, and on several occasions tried to catch my eye as she had tonight, and failed every time.

She spoke as everyone listened, and talked of her knowledge of my gifts, my charity, and my willingness to step up and help those that needed it. She asked if I could help her, if I could save her from a terrible fate, she called me her Lancelot.

When it came time for her to leave I was heartbroken and went about the place for the rest of the night sickened in my heart and soul, I had forgotten to get her information, or even her name…

The drive home was empty and I railed against my ignorance, damning myself for a fool the whole way. So when I pulled into my driveway and found her sitting on my porch waiting in the cold for me, almost frozen to the cold stone, I wept.

I could not help but run up and embrace her, then quickly help her inside out of the cold. Once in my apartment I did my best to warm her and when she was ready to talk asked her why she had sat there waiting for so long. How did she know I would be home in time to save her, her answer was simple.

“You love me, and I didn’t give you my name.”
The rest of the night was a blur, we began to drink and she danced and sang for me, her flexuous body writing a spell in the air around her, her voice the current that gave that spell power. And the more power was fed that spell, the less I remembered of the night. There came a time from whence I have no memory other than her voice and the silken touch of her body.

When morning came I was alone in my bed and hurt all over from head to toe, it took me hours to even rise and begin my day. When I got to my phone I found over 30 messages on it. Each of my friends had tried, each had called several times, each message was short and urgent, “please call me as soon as you can.” What else could I do?

As I was dialing my oldest and dearest friend, one that does not even live in the same state as myself, she came out of the bathroom, (had I not just been in there… alone?) still wet from the shower I must have not noticed due to my exhaustion. She danced up to me, taking hold of me tightly and kissed me as deeply as she could.
We both needed air and broke and she looked into my eyes and smiled, before I could say anything about needing to call my friends back, she said.

“Lets stay in, and turn off our phones, I want to consume you, inside and out, I want to spend the rest of my life with you right here and never leave!”

She then ran into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for us, her body still bar as she danced in there, some privet song giving her body its direction. She suggested I take a shower and freshen up before we ate, so I headed off to comply.

I stood in the flow of the hot water for almost and hour before it began to run cold. As the water turned off I could hear my phone ringing again, I thought to ask my lithe little fey to answer it but I realized I still didn’t know her name. I stepped out of the bathroom and found she was not there. My phone had again stopped ringing. I moved into the kitchen and breakfast was waiting for me, but she was not there.

After I finished cleaning up, and putting my kitchen back in order, my phone began to ring again, I was determined not to miss it, but as I entered the living room, she was there turning it off. She smiled at me saying, “its time for us to finally be alone.” And my phone was off and tossed aside.

We began as we had the night before, her dancing and singing her spell, this time I joined her, and did my best to keep up with her bodies motion, humming along with her song, I cant remember what the words were, but they were lovely. I remember she seemed to still be wet from the shower, almost cold like she had been when I first brought her in the night before…

*knock, knock, knock*

I look up and realize I am alone, and someone is at my door. I look around and go to call for her, but still I have not gotten her name…

“Damn its Stephen, open the door, it’s me Cat!”

I am not sure why but my body again is all soar and tired; it’s a struggle to make it to the door. As I open it Cat looks in and turns white and almost screams, I fall back and wonder why I am so cold.

Cat recovers and enters the room, grabbing a blanket and putting it over me and helping me to the couch. It must have been several hours before I could understand what she was trying to say. Every now and then I would see my little fey in the door to my bedroom begging me to make her leave, then she would not be there, just a wisp of smoke it seemed remained. Every time she would fad away I would begin to cry again, the pain of not having her near unbearable.

Cat noticed finally what was going on and slapped me hard in the face, saying something about a hospital, my having a fever… I passed out.

When I wake, cat is still with me, but now I am in a hospital bed, and the doctors are saying there is nothing wrong with me that they can find, no reason for me to be in the shape I am in. I lay quietly there till they have gone and I am alone with cat.

“What’s going on,” I ask her, “why am I here?”

“we Had been trying to reach you for days, and finally I came over to your place, and you were sick, really sick. You had a fever of 105 when I got there.”

“I guess I owe you some thanks then.”

“damned strait you do,” cat said, “but I have some bad news for you, and I really don’t know how else to say it…”

“Where is the girl I was dancing with, I never got her name, was she still with me when you showed up?”

My question stops cat in mid sentence, cutting her off, and scaring her at the same time.


“What do you mean still with you?” She asked

“When I got home from the club that night” I begin to explain,” she was sitting on my porch waiting for me. I took her in and we ended up humping for the rest of the night. Then she made me … wait did you say, you guys were attempting to reach me for a week?”

Cat just sat there looking at me, paler than she normally was, even with her manic panic makeup, a tear streaking its way to her chin. When she began to talk her voice was shaking and broken, I could tell she was fighting with herself not to break down and start crying her heart out.

“Stephen… she died in a car crash New Years night, she drowned…”

As her words settled in I could hear her voice singing to me again, I could feel the cold wet silk of her body next to mine… her words clear this time.

“My name is Laura, I love you, please don’t let me die, I know you’re a vampire, please take me home with you, make me one of you.”

I remember telling her at the club, that I couldn’t do it, at least not with out knowing her better. I tried to convince her to come home with me, but she said she could not, that she was still with someone. And she cried at me saying she could not live without me that if I didn’t do this I would never see her again, that I would regret it.

My heart ached painfully knowing that I did love her, why I can’t say, just that I did, and knew I would for the rest of my life…