I...Vampire

the meeting

At one time, I thought life was a fleeting bit of occurances, one right after another, like a string of pearls. but that before I met Ariel. He was a different type of man, and I do use that term loosely, Because he is deffinately not a man, actually,he is closer to a monster,or demon, who has a conscious. He is definitely some one who you want to know, and someone you don't want to know, all at the same time. I know I fit into that category, as I've seen things that I don't understand, nor do I want them lingering in my mind.

You see I met him three years ago, I had gone out for an evening, my wife had left me about a year before and I was tired of sitting around not living my life. a few friends had been hounding me to go out with them. I grew tired of hearing it, so I said I would go. So when I got home that night, I ate a good meal, showered and dressed for a night out on the town.

When I got to the club it was about eight in the evening, relatively early for a night club, so I didn't have any issues parking the car and entered the club. The music was pumping, the air was filled with the stench of cigarettes, and stale beer. The lights were low and the people were moving their bodies to the beat on the dance floor as another crowd sat on the sidelines watching. I made my way over to the bar, as I really wanted a nice cold libation to make the evening go better regardless to what ever was going to happen.

On my way across the room, I noticed Cheryl, a rather attractive woman, with silky brown hair , beautiful brown eyes, and a red dress which seemed to squeeze her very shapely body into a shape pleasing to the eye. She was standing beside a chair, in which a man in a grey suit sat. He looked about thirty years old, his skin was very pale, almost white. in his hand he had a walking stick or cane of some kind. He scanned the room. for a split second our eyes met. He smiled a rather creepy smile and motioned for Cheryl to move to my side. She moved towards me without so much as a word ever being said. As she moved across the room towards me she seemed to float as people parted, like the red sea for her without a complaint.

"Hi," she said," My name is Cheryl."

"Mark," I answered as she smiled at me.

"want to dance?" she asked.

I didn't answer, I just took her hand and we began to sway to the music. Once we were arm in arm, our eyes met, and it felt as though she had stuck my finger in a light socket, the electricity was definitely there, but there felt like there was something else there too. I'm not sure what happened after that, It was all a blur. The next thing I knew is that Cheryl was leading me out of the club and down the alleyway beside it. I did remember feeling like I was putty in her hands ,willing and able to be molded at any time, into any shape she wanted. She giggled as we walked down into the darkness of the alley, until we got behind the building. Where she kissed me gently on the lips, and moved to the side of my chin, then to my ear and finally ending up on my neck.

I had thought we were alone back there, not any shadows hiding anybody, but suddenly there was about four people there with us, about two men and two females and Cheryl. Since I was already back against the wall, I knew I was screwed. I tried sliding out of the alleyway only to be pushed back by one of them. It felt like I was being pushed by a bulldozer.Slowly, they closed in on me, from all sides. All snickering like a cat would before the kill.

"Stop!" A male voice came from the shadows, "You know better than that, Cheryl."

Instantly, Cheryl stopped and turned around towards the voice. The voice stepped out of the shadows into the light and I saw it was the well dressed man from the club. Cheryl went to his side as she had done in the club, kissed his hand and sat at his feet as though she was waiting for instructions.I watched everything very intently, but couldn't move so much as a muscle.