you have up to 300 words. what will you say?The vampire was in a state of high agitation. It was too early in the cycle for this, but his hunger had been so intense. He sat at his desk and rubbed his temples, trying to decide if what provisions(more) he had stored for himself would last the rest of the month if he slacked his thirst now. “It will have too….” He said defeated. Rarely did Aiden deviate from the cycle, it was all part of the rules he made for himself over forty years ago. He did not know why now his body was betraying him, it scared and confused him. The man knew that understanding and controlling the vampire was the only thing keeping him, and anyone else around him safe. He left his desk and walked stoically through the house and descended into the basement. There in the darkness he could see the large oaken shelf that covered the entrance to the cellar, Aiden moved it easily aside. The cellar was at one time used as a place to preserve food by the ordinal occupants of the cabin that alone stood on this land more than a hundred years ago, now it served to keep Aiden’s dark secret. He opened the heavy door and went to the cooler in the far corner of the room; he opened the lid and recounted the contents. He confirmed the amount he knew was there, he was always aware of exactly how much blood was there. “Two after this, only two for the next two weeks…” he said somberly as he took his portion and went to the cabinet to get a glass. “If only this wasn’t my life, this could just be a glass of wine……”
The glass of honeyberry wine was fragrant enough to bring back memories of Seth. Bryony decided it was a good idea to delve into the recesses of Nell's mind so as to extract the memories she buried in her shame and guilt and then to learn from them.
The dark red fluid reminded her of the color she saw when he played the violin. The smell of clove and star anise that accompanied the taste not only told her she drank mulled wine, but it also told her to remember his earthy and sweet licorice scent that clung to his very being. It was dulled by the heavy clothing he wore as her professor, but when they were skin to skin she was just as drunk on it as she was on the wine.
Nell sighed and closed her eyes to taste the smoky finish of hickory as the nectar passed through her system. She could picture the color of his eyes. The green of the leaves, one eye bearing the color of the inside of a hickory nut as a patch by the pupil. She always called it his mesmerize because it was the one thing she focused in on when she looked in his eyes too long.
She remembered the first day of her class with him. She was late and the only seat open was in the very front. She recalled how he glared at her and she tried to pay attention, but the way the light had caught on that patch had caught it and next thing she knew he asked her a question that she couldn't answer because she didn't hear it. Humiliated he held her back after class and that was when they both felt the magick pulsate from each other.
Before the evening flattened me
The wine glass tinted the surroundings a deep magenta.
A voice piercing through the tin armor of night.
Upon thighs and closed eyes,
a laugh crinkles your nose.
(more) A flicker of thought, sacrificed
to the rising and falling of breath.
The crest of passing time's ongoing wave.
A soft radio interrupts the silence.