Seduction

Seduction

Looking back it was like watching a dream,
or even a dream of a dream if that made sense.
He hadn’t been in control of himself,
and it all started with a simple look
into those unearthly red eyes.
She had stood across the crowded bar full
of smoke and the scent of liquor,
long raven hair like black silk as it curtained around her shoulders,
masking half her pale face.
But as he looked past the full wine colored lips
and aristocratic features to those thick black lashes
were depthless pools of deep crimson that seemed to draw him in.
Soon he was moving through
the groups of lovers, friends, and loners,
and in a daze he was at her side.
No words were spoken
and only later did he realize
he hadn’t spoken because his mouth wouldn’t let him.
A slender hand lifted and fingertips grazed
along his temple, cheek bone and jaw,
leaving a chilled feeling in their wake.
Those eyes consuming and commanding
and led him out through the back into an alley,
dark, empty and cold, with no one to witness the coming act.
Surprising strength had his back to the shadowed wall of the bar,
and a breathe like winter’s wind brushed his jaw and exposed throat.
Fear began to creep,
panic sluggishly setting in
but then those eyes again
and it all fell under a haze of contentment
and foolish romantic longing.
Lush lips placed a seductive kiss
on the throb of his pulse,
an act of tenderness perverted by
the following sting of fangs sinking into sensitive flesh.
He might have struggled
had he the thought to fight or even the strength to,
but it was like with each drop drained he drifted out of himself
to witness some other poor soul’s murder.
It was in that emptiness that he fell
slumped, eyes half lidded and vision blurry
that he came back to himself.
As his life flashed before him
the pain, fear, and horror tore through his veins like fire and ice,
and those blood red eyes watched through thick black lashes.
Taunting, mocking mortality,
shining with disdain and pity,
the eyes of a killer,
the eyes of death.