The moon rose high in the sky, laminating the wet pavement beneath her feet and onward up the road. Emily felt a little uneasy as she turned down her street corner and saw a darkened figure standing in front of her front door. She crept closer slowly and silently, trying to see the figure’s face.
“Excuse me, is there something you need?” She asked, more calmly than she felt. Something didn’t feel right. “Actually, yes there is something I need very badly; you.” The man turned, a dark shadow over his face to illuminate his storm cloud eyes and something sharp winking at her from his mouth. Fangs? “What do you want with me?” She demanded, fear twisting her insides. She’d never felt so terrified in her life. “Trust me, you’re perfectly safe. Your aunt asked me to find you and tell you she wishes to speak to you on the night of the next full moon. A blue moon would be nicer, but a full moon is wonderful just the same.” He grinned and held out his hand to hers. “Might we go inside?” “You may leave, but I wish to go inside and get to bed. I am rather exhausted.” Emily snapped as she ran to her door and opened it just wide enough for her to slip through. “And if you don’t mind, I’d rather not have you hanging around my home when I am not here or while I am asleep. So please, gather your things and leave me in peace.” “So you’re the stubborn girl Ian says he meets in his sleep. Thought you might be from how you looked, but I thought he might have finally lost it.” The man laughed a low and masculine laugh that sent a cold chill through Emily. “Who is Ian?” Emily pressed, suddenly curious as she cracked her door open a little wider to look at the man’s face again. “I will be back tomorrow night. Perhaps I will bring him along. Don’t go running off on me again now.” He chuckled as he jumped onto a motorbike Emily hadn’t noticed was there. It was silver with flames streaking on the shiny steel as he revved his engine and sped away, leaving an overly curious Emily to think about things. Who was Ian and why did he dream of her? Did she have a choice other than to have to meet that man again to find out? And was this Ian the man she saw in her dreams? The questions flooded her mind and grew with each new thought, but she was far too exhausted to find answers to any of them until morning. At least she had the whole week off from her job. She worked at a strange facility that observed with paranormal phenomena supposedly happening to them. Every investigation had been true ever since she started working there. She believed in many things, but demons and ghosts weren’t one of them. Or at least, she didn’t believe them for what others saw them as. Demons were troubled souls trapped to forever roam the earth until their angered spirits become cleansed and they may move on. Ghosts were otherworldly specimens taken from a life into death so they may live in between it all. Some were stuck on the same path to forever walk in a cycle like a record that couldn’t be fixed. Others had the luxury of interacting with others, sometimes touching and playing with them, perhaps talking with them when they could. Emily believed everything had a reason and many things, even after death, was a choice for us to make. It was interesting how she saw things so differently from others and yet all the same. But even so, was there someone who thought the same way she did? She thought as she drifted off to sleep. “Emily, I’m here.” A male voice called, strong and beautiful, like a lovely song. He wore black leather pants and a white tee tucked into the waist under a belt with a large skull and cross bone buckle. She was in awe of his lovely emerald eyes, and the soft but wild blond hair that tickled the tip of his ear and the soft curve of his nose above his intoxicatingly full lips. His black Doc Marten boots scuffed the ground as he walked toward her and held her in a strong embrace. “I told you I’d come back.” “Why do you stay? Aren’t you afraid of me?” She asked softly, her hand brushing a dirty golden lock from his eye to rest behind his ear. “I could never be afraid of you. I’m not like everyone else. I want a lover with bite.” He chuckled, sending soft kisses up and down her neck and chills up her spine as he nibbled her soft, pale flesh. Something sharp grazed her neck. It felt… soothing. Like she’d never felt before. He pulled up her chin to look at him, her lovely indigo eyes in his bright emerald. He bent his head down and kissed her mouth hard and rough, his fangs grazing her bottom lip with soft nibbles with every new kiss. “The sun is rising. I have to go now, but I promise I will see you again tomorrow night.” He whispered, kissing her once more before he disappeared into a black cloud of smoke, leaving her there by a large lake, the reflection of a half-moon churning with the silent water.
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