The room had an eerie glow from the full moon casting her lunar spell through the window. It
was impossible not to feel her power, not after a night like tonight. I am a vampire. His words
echoed in the back of my mind. I am bringing a vampire back to my place. Alone. ARE YOU
CRAZY?? My instincts were screaming at me, but something deeper within me wanted this
more. I was burning with desire, an insatiable need for the dark unknown and a dangerous lust
for a man I just met. I led the vampire to my sitting area, in the far corner of the room. He needed
no further instruction to enter my dwelling, no magical incantations so far. He sat and peered out
the window, looking rather forlorn. I smiled. They are always melancholy in literature. I lit
several candles around the room using matches, because they are more magical than using a
“The light does not bother me, Maya.” He startled me when he spoke.
“Oh. I prefer soft lighting. It is always more forgiving.” I sighed. I sounded
giddy. I padded around the room turning on a few small lamps.
“I am going to get myself a glass of wine. Can I get you anything?”
I wasn’t sure if he could eat or drink.
“If you are having wine, I shall have a glass too.”
His words were spoken with eloquence.
I presented him with a glass of old vine zinfandel, and took a seat on the end of my bed to face
him. I inhaled the robust scent and took a very large drink of my wine. I waited in the silence
between us for what seemed to go on forever. The night air surrounding us was pregnant with
mystery, my heart heavy with suspense, the energy between us was palpable.
“I am still a living creature.” There was a magnitude to his voice, when he spoke he commanded
attention without force. I listened attentively, quieting the questions that began to float to the top
of my head.
“I have been this way for a few years now, though I appear to be your age. We must reside in secrecy, or blend into modern society, which proves very difficult. Every lifestyle has its own sets of rewards and challenges. But I hate to kill.”
I swallowed hard and my throat felt like sandpaper. Wine would have to do. It burned going down.
“Do you kill often?” I shuddered, anticipating his answer.
I would need more wine. But anything and everything would have to wait. The vampire had me
more captivated than all of my twenty-six years. His energy was electrifying.
“I was a young kid who thought he knew everything. My life was my car. Nothing came before
it. I had a strong sense of pride, growing up Chicano in an area that represented the movement. I
spent a lot of time cruising in the Mission, and that’s where I met my fate. “
“I was given the choice of immortality, and I had nothing binding me to my life in the city. In
this way, I would ensure my life would not end on the streets in vain. And just like that I
exchanged the day for the night.”
He drinks his wine and gives me some time to digest all of this. I am fascinated by him and I
watch him closely. He is not looking at me, but he is aware of my every move, calculating every
moment as it passes by.
Listening to him telling stories of his past was more like listening to the deliverance of a
message; it was as if every word spoken from his lips had some deeper meaning. And then he
said something humorous and just like that snapped me back to reality. He was so human, he
I admired his features under the soft flicker of candlelight. He had a strong brow, with just the
slightest onset of lines showing his age. I hate to call them wrinkles, because that just doesn’t
sound sexy. He smiled at me and I looked into his eyes. They were brown, the depth of them still
holding so much sorrow.
The vampire was devastatingly handsome. A warm sensation courses through my veins and
although I entertain this evening with great trepidation, I am not afraid. I do not want to look
away. He breaks the spell and looks away first, taking in another sip of wine.
“This is very good, Maya. Thank you.”
The way he said my name released a million tiny butterflies in my stomach. To hear the syllables
gently roll off his tongue seemed the most amorous compliment anyone has ever paid to my
endearment. His accent I was unsure of, but he was definitely of Mexican origin.
“It’s from a local winery, well from Lodi.” I say, delighted to fill up our glasses.
I am hosting a vampire.
And I shake the thought away.
He swallows some more wine, and looks at me. He smiles at me, lifting one eyebrow playfully
and his eyes catch a glimmer of the moon. He is dead sexy.
“Zinfandel, circa 2009. I do prefer merlot myself, but zin comes a close second.”
He smirks, quite pleased with himself.
“You know your wine! “I exclaimed.
“A vampire’s senses are amplified and I have acclimated very distinguished taste buds during my
“I am impressed!” I say gleefully, and before I can think it through the words just pop casually
right out of my mouth.
“Do you eat too?”
I regretted it the instant I said it. The muscles in my face visually tense and I roll back
in my seat wishing I could crawl into my shell like a crab as I wait for his response.
“We do eat,” he said harshly and he turned to face me only moving his head.
He never looked more inhuman.
”We are the creatures of the night where we are the hunters searching for prey.” He stared
intensely at me, with a piercing gaze I felt could see through to my soul. I shuddered, but I dared
not to look away.
“We rip out your entrails and feed on them in front of your children!!”
My mouth gaped open in horror.
How do I respond to that? I wanted to run but couldn’t make my legs move. I wanted to scream,
but my voice would not cooperate. I was terrified. He was literally face to face with me, we were
almost touching noses. And I just stood there like a deer in headlights. And then he burst out
laughing, completely breaking character. Here I was like a gaping fool and he laughed
hysterically, buzzing about with adolescent humor.
“I’m only kidding. I don’t eat people. You should have seen your face though!”
As he laughed his eyes twinkled again, and for a moment he looked like a mischievous boy, not a
monster of a man.
“Well I am glad you find scaring me funny.” I said tartly.
“I find humor in the most delightful places.” He smirked, and I can’t help but smile. He has such
a captivating effect on me.
“As to blood, well it fascinates me. To speak of it merely as a food source does
not do it justice. Blood is necessary to satisfy my thirst, and it is the lifeblood that connects me to
the human world. It is more potent and its origin so deeply rooted, more than you could possibly
know.” He sighs heavily, frustration set on his brow. He looked older like this. I was eager to
learn more about him.
“Being that we are banished from the pleasures of the sun, we must consume a diet rich in
vegetation, as well as living blood in order to survive.”
“I had no idea it was that complex.”
Now I was getting nervous, I had no idea when the last time he fed.
I could be in here, alone, with a hungry vampire. Yet I am mystified by his presence, something
about him makes me feel the kind of closeness I craved tonight. And I had to admit to myself, I
was a little excited by the danger.
“When one has much time on his hands it is advantageous to acquire great knowledge.”
He said with a smile that lit up the room.
I thought about that for a moment, what it would be like to live forever. The amount of books
you could read, the wealth of knowledge that experience would bring, the places you could
travel, sights you could see and exotic tastes of foods to try. Which brought my mind back to the
vampire and his diet. Could he eat regular food too?
“How does the wine affect you?” I asked out of curiosity.
“I can get quite inebriated if I am not careful. Alcohol is potent to our kind as well. You could
well take advantage of me if we carry on this way.” He smirked, and I think he winked at me as
he took another sip of zinfandel.
“I cannot eat any kind of meat however. It is my understanding that our bodies do not
digest animal proteins the way that yours do. We become violently ill and incredibly weak until
the next lunar phase. When we are sick we are most vulnerable.”
“You’d get steaked!”
I roared with laughter. It was my turn for quick wit. I even got a laugh out of the vampire.
I took a step closer to him, my heart pounding into my throat. I was terrified of overstepping my
boundaries. And I put my hand on his shoulder. He moves, and gently rests his hand on top of
mine. His skin feels smooth and cold and strangely comforting. He looks up at me with those
deep, sorrowful eyes and just like that I am no longer afraid of him.
“It is unnecessary for me to kill humans. I can drink from them, most even willingly, and make it
so they do not remember. This is why I remain to walk alone.”
He looked out the window again, as if he feared something out there in the night. What could
frighten a vampire? I shuddered at the thought.
“One of my conditions, for lack of a better word, is to uphold a positioning in a caste system.”
His words jarred me from my thoughts.
“What does that mean?”
“It is the nature of our survival. Take honeybees for example. You have a queen and then you
have the worker bees. The queen gives the orders to construct the honeycomb to make them most
productive, and the worker bees carry suit. Without one another, the honeycomb concept would
not work. Cooperation ensures the survival of the colony.”
He pauses for a moment to let this all settle in. My mind is swarming with questions, my insides
humming with curiosity.
“I do not wish to seek and destroy as the queen insists. A crime of that nature in human law is
treachery. Punishable by execution.”
The vampire looks dark and sensuous; he is a creature both beautiful and deadly.
“Death?” I ask quietly.
As he responds I steady both hands on his shoulders and bend forward to gently kiss the top
of his head. I suddenly realize I have developed feelings for this person, real feelings that I cared
deeply about him. I thought about how long his life has been, the things he must have seen. I did
not want to lose him. I want to understand him, what pains him, what makes him smile and what
makes him tick.
“We all are just searching for someone to understand us in the end,” he said.
It was as if he read my mind.
“Do you believe in magic, Maya?” he asked me, staring into me with those soulful eyes.
“Yes,” I replied.
“To see my real self, truest in form, well, it is a lot of keeping up of appearances, Maya, to
deceive the beholding eye of our nature,” he said darkly.
“Are you damned? Are you being punished for something you have done?”
I could not hide the urgency in my voice.
“Our soul is our energy, and since I am immortal I believe I walk the Earth with heavy karma.
My soul is bound to this form.”
His accent is hypnotizing; everything he says is like poetry. I ache to know more of
his roots. More of him.
“And what a beautiful form it is.” I say gently, and I run my fingers through his hair.
He smells different than any man I have ever been close to. Clean, like freshly shampooed and
shaved and washed man. And yet there was a faint odor of something not unpleasant but not an
average smell, almost like the residual of tanning lotion. It was irresistible and masculine and
very sexy, I wanted to bottle his scent like cologne I could spray on my bed sheets. He takes my
hand in his and faces my palm up toward the ceiling. With the tip of his finger he swirls around
my palm, clockwise. It tickles and feels good at the same time.
“It is like magic, Maya. A master who reveals his trickery loses his effect. The world around
you is teeming with it. You can feel its energy within you.”
My hand is heating up where it was once cold. His touch is like fire and ice. He stops swirling
and pulls away from the center of my palm slowly, drawing out an energy that glowed like static
electricity on a tee shirt in the dark.
“The mysticism is all a great illusion; we believe what we want to, and only what we can
comprehend. Most of the mythology is untrue to my kind. We do not disprove it because we
prefer ourselves to remain shrouded in secrecy.”
He kissed my palm and the energy shocked me, sending a pulse through my body, reverberating
even there. I fluttered my eyes and he released my hand. I smiled; there was no sense in trying to
be coy. Everything he is saying excites me, my skin prickles with great anticipation. I felt
honored to be privy to the vampire’s dark secrets.
“Living forever is misery if you have to endure it alone.”
His eyes burn but produce no tears, dry and red and menacing. His beautiful face now tortured
with sadness. My heart swells; it pains me to see him like this. I reach out to touch him and he
recoils. The flicker of candlelight cast shadows on the wall, giving the moment a very Hitchcock
“I am a killer. I am a monster. Even as I free myself from reign I am haunted by a karma I cannot
We stood in close proximity, and I could hear him breathing. He stood with his eyes closed and
his head down, yet still so regal in his presence. By his sorrow for wrongdoing and his
willingness to expiate it, he showed the greatness of his soul.
“Dawn is upon us; shortly I will need to find a place to rest.” He said, staring out the window. He
must be watching the moon like an astronomical alarm clock.
“You can stay with me if you’d like.” I nervously offered.
I had no idea if he slept in a coffin and asking now would surely kill the mood.
“There is a strong price to be paid on the head of a rogue vampire. It would be unwise to harbor a
fugitive, Maya, I do not wish to bring you harm.”
“I know you are not going to kill me,” I began.
“Maya, I kill no more. But there is a bounty for my fangs. I defied a direct order, and for that I
He looked grim. I have been put in danger by his confiding in me. This vampire trusts me. He is
in far greater danger than me. Someone wants to kill him, or has been ordered to. How many
people, er, vampires would be after him? Just how long did I have left with him? I cannot
pretend to try and understand how he feels.
“Please, stay. I feel like you are safer here with me. I know that’s silly,” I stepped into his
personal space again, “I want you here with me.”
“You know not what you ask of me.”
He stared at me intently, piercing me with his gaze. And then he kissed me. It was everything I
hoped for. The sensation was electric, yet a little awkward, and afterwards I felt all giddy.
He helped me cover my windows with heavy blankets. My apartment was now
vampire safe. The last hour of night seemed to go on forever, and I wished it would. The vampire
and I lay in the same bed. He respected my underwear rule and held me close instead of trying to
“Maya, I must sleep during the daytime hours. You would do well to sleep too.” He kissed my
forehead and sent sparks down my spine.
“I can’t possibly sleep! How am I supposed to after all you’ve said tonight? I’m like a kid on
“I can’t possibly sleep! How am I supposed to after all you’ve said tonight? I’m like a kid on
I beamed and kissed him gently on the lips.
“I will let you sleep. If you hold me on your chest I might just fall asleep with you.”
He sat up in bed and looked at me, stunned. I have never seen this look on him before.
“I do not feel like a human anymore,” he said and he looked sad again.
But he took off his shirt reluctantly, and bore a beautiful if not perfect chest. He was not overly
muscular or overly hairy (thank you!) and slightly pale for a Mexican, but not in an unflattering
way. I curled up under his arm and laid my head on his bare chest. I ran my fingertips up and
down, feeling his smooth skin. It felt like cold satin, delicate to the touch. I could not only hear
his heartbeat, but felt it pounding against my cheek. When he spoke quietly even, his voice
echoed through his chest.
“Thank you, Maya.I am forever in your debt for your hospitality, and eternally grateful for our
bond that we share.”
And in that moment, the sun fell in love with the moon. I wanted to heal his longing, to be the
answer he had been searching his long, long life for. My very own prince of darkness.
His story of bravery and betrayal brought clarity to his demeanor.
He hated to kill.
He hated himself for the lives he has stolen.
He lingers in this world, but he is not of this world.
He is a demon, but above all he is a man.