He sits in front of me, legs stretched out under the table, and smiles. Drunk and serene. The way only a young, cocky boy, who yet had not live long enough to be disillusioned, can smile. He is handsome. Dark, straight hair half long, an expressive face, shoulders bare with abrasions from a recent scuffle... And smell...
The delicious, narcotic scent of young, hot blood with the tang of sweet, slightly shuddering skin from deep breathing. I inhale it stealthily and let it flow smoothly through my veins, savouring the tickling pricks of desire. His soul is aflame. A long-awaited find. I don't take others, others don't interest me....
The table between us is stained with spilt wine, a couple of almost empty glasses and an unopened bottle. This evening is the sixth, and it should be the last. Not that it had any special significance here, more a matter of habit. A time-honoured whim. A remembrance of what was.
He looks at me and talks about something. At times he stops talking, embarrassed. I look at him carefully and know that he now sees sparks flashing in my eyes in the semi-darkness, the dark inhuman light of which fascinates him. My sly attracting fire. I know. I know how he feels, and so I may not listen or speak. I just stare and smile. With a moist, sensual mouth with a slightly contemptuous, teasing curve of the upper lip. And he turns away in fear, as if the respite might give him the strength to leave.
We both pick up our glasses and finish the rest of our drinks in one fell swoop. He starts hurriedly opening another bottle. I'm watching. Watching him with my lying, depraved vampire eyes and wondering. Wondering at his reckless ignorance of danger. He doesn't sense how close he is to the abyss he so arrogantly seeks, but from which none of them have yet returned. Is his soul not afraid? Does not his heart beat in anticipation of danger?
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Yes, it does beat. I can hear it fluttering desperately, like a captured animal. But he doesn't want to be afraid, and he's thinking of me. My supple, refined androgynous body, my sneering face and my way of smoking - everything attracts, everything beckons to him. I shift my leg in a relaxed way, and I see him unconsciously trying to replicate my movement. Barely noticeable, but with a special pull that irritates his heated gaze.
I grin. He doesn't know how many times I've repeated that subtle vicious movement before. So often that it has become a natural gesture, the likes of which abound in anyone belonging to my breed. I'm not just a vampire, no. I will not suck in his quivering throat, though it still thrills me with the nervous beating of a thin blue vein. I already love the taste of his blood, but I'm not a vampire.
I'm a Fallen.
And I want his soul.
He moves to me and rests his head on his arms. His eyes glittering with embarrassment from beneath his long forelock. I gently touch his knee and change my face expression. There's desire glinting in my smile now, desire mixed with the promise of danger that excites him. He believes me, he wants to know me. And I will give him that opportunity, but afterwards I will take him to hell. To Saint Ferno, where he will become one of us. And I'll be the first to enjoy him.
I know my power, and I like being what I am. The Fallen. A creature of heaven who once made the wrong choice. I will tell you the truth about myself. I will be soft and vicious, languid and harsh in particularly important places, so that cautiously, you will nonetheless eagerly want to follow me.
I will tell you about Alistair and about the fall from a great height. And about the thrill when one realises that there is no firmament to crash against. This story is about us, the tribe you used to call incubus. The sexual vampires from whom you try to protect yourself and your children. Don't try. I am immeasurably stronger than your morals. My unveiling will become a poison that will slowly intoxicate your souls and you, yourselves, will forget who you were before. As I have forgotten it...