Carmilla called me an hour before the first rays of dawn lightened the sky. ‘I need you,’ she said, her voice husky with fear. ‘Before … you know.’
I shivered at the thought while perspiration dripped down my spine. ‘Where the hell are you? I said.
Her voice broke into gasps. ‘Outside my abode, baby, but the entrance gate’s been padlocked.’
Abode? She had a strange way about her. Tried to normalise what could never be. As I did. I resisted it…resisted her … but right then I was her only saviour.
Her abo … nearly thirty minutes’ drive, and I had company. Lying there, as still as a corpse. But that could wait. Carmilla couldn’t.
‘Stay there,’ I said. ‘Out of sight. Don’t move, don’t panic.’
Workman’s overalls, a ladder in my pick-up, a quick glance at the darkness, and I was on my way. I had to reach her on time – time, her worst enemy. Night life intimates, both of us.
She coveted me on a similar night when the moon was overcast, and owls hooted. A long pearl-white dress, unbuttoned, long languid legs, raven-black hair and her eyes ablaze. Crimson etched in my mind. Could have owned me from that time on, but instead helped me indulge my companions – gewgaws, she said.
Her addiction, now also mine. I wouldn’t, couldn’t give her up. Not this lifetime.
I reached the gate as the sky turned from pitch black to dark grey, parked the van and gave a low whistle.
She emerged from behind an old yew tree, rushed into my arms, and clung to me for a few precious moments.
So good, so right.
‘I thought you’d never come,’ she sobbed.
‘I had to,’ I said. ‘Never want to lose you.’ I untangled her arms, and stepped back, motioning to the van. ‘Ladder against the wall, I’ll climb up and help you over. Okay?’
Normal – casual even.
She nodded, smiled, and we clambered into the resting place. Cool breeze. Ghostly silence. Spirits gathering. I walked her to the abode, lifted aside the entrance slab and drew her close. Scent invaded my nostrils, filled my senses, enveloping me.
Sky had turned to a pale grey. Light in a few minutes. ‘We have time,’ she said, glancing up. ‘Time to indulge.’
‘Satiate yourself,’ I said. An owl shrieked. It was time. ‘Make me yours forever.’
‘Thank you, baby,’ she whispered, body trembling as her lips brushed mine before nuzzling my neck.
It was the moment.
A deep moan filled my ears as her fangs dug deep…