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The movement came from the darkened alley,

just a timid rustling, a fugitive sliding forward.

The thick inky blackness swirled aside suddenly,

as She emerged, draped in faded silk and antique lace.



The lovely pale face framed by the dirty high collar,

black eyes burning with a dark and forbidden hunger.

The tattered and torn wedding gown fell in folds,

softly cradling the slender figure within it’s seams.



The dark streets were empty of man and beast,

shutters closed tightly against the whispered threat.

The woman glided as if riding a cushion of air,

crossing uneven cobblestones to meet the gravel road.



The dark eyes glanced first to the left then right,

ruby lips slightly parted to reveal razor sharp canines.

The smell of fresh prey, fresh blood, was faint and distant,

as She pressed a delicate lace covered hand to her midriff.



The squeal of rust coated un-oiled hinges pierced the night,

across the avenue a pale colored door slowly swung open.

The candlelight spilled outward to cast long shadows,

revealing a handsome almost pretty young man in the gloom.



The low moans and fearful cries of those still within,

clutching hands that desperately grasped at his coat.

The Man shook off the restraining and clinging hands,

striding toward Her as a despairing wail rose from behind.



The smell and sound of blood pumping through His veins,

almost more than She could bear, yet gently She held him.

The dense gray fog swirled to enclose the embracing couple,

a soft misty cocoon holding and shielding from prying eyes.



The searing pain when it came was a shock and surprise,

fearfully He pulled out of Her gentle, loving arms.

The Woman looked at her breast, a dark stain spreading,

the gore smeared pointed stake protruded through her body.



The misty fog disappeared in a flash leaving them exposed,

brow creased, confused black eyes met his ocean blue glaze.

The Man’s eyes rained tears as He jerked Her forward,

pointed stake piercing his chest and entering his heart.



The couple stood held close in deaths eternal embrace,

eyes dimming as un-life drained, silently she mouthed “Why?”

The Man stroked Her hair with love shining on His face,

with His last breath “Not even death will part us, my Wife”.

The wind began as a soft summer breeze,

growing in strength as the storm approached,

the distant thunder gave birth to lightning,

that brightened the night and lit the sky,

In the soft glow of the street lights

the calming rain fell like silent tears,

showering the town square in the night,

the receding echo of thunder gave evidence

that the storm was slowly abating.



Written by Yvette LaBree

Collaborator Edward Young