I have never known an irresistible monster. I have never known a vampire. Have I known blood lust? Have I known what it means to want something so badly that I lose control of all semblance of normalcy? Have I understood what it means to be crazed for someone, to want them so badly that instinct takes over?
Lane appears on the periphery of my imagination, and I recognize her immediately. The dichotomy of her boyish swagger and her feminine features. Delicate nose, high cheekbones, and full lips. I imagine her as the vampire, both exquisite and menacing. Mouth red with desire. Ready to suck the life out of me and hopefully imbibe me with a new one.
Come on, Lane, make me a vampire. Instead of a plea for mercy, a siren’s call: clearly, I’ve underestimated myself.
She is so beautiful; I am
