by Pamela Downs
“Just a matter of minutes.”
“Nope. I think not.”
“What?”
“I swallowed a little blue pill before our rendezvous.”
“You mean that drug that starts with a V?”
“Yep, Vampiragra.”
He extracted a dark cape off of a horseshoe hook on the wall. Slipping it on, tying it around his neck, he laid down on the wheat, careful to spread the leather under him. Holding his erection straight up, he commanded, “Impale yourself Marie. Fly me to the moon. Or Istanbul or...Uranus...” He raised an eyebrow in the moonlight.
As Marie lowered herself onto him, she said, “Flight thirteen is cleared for takeoff to Paris.”
“Ooo la la” he said.
“We need to stop up at the mansion.”
“Why?’
“To borrow the key to the Bastille.” She kissed his lips and rode his stallion. He dug his fingers into her ass, assisting with the take off. Wings projected from the cape and they flew out the window, into the starry-starry night.
“Do you like Vincent?” he asked
“Vincent Price? No, not really.”
“No, Vincent Van Gogh. The Starry Night. Have you seen that painting?”
“Oh, yes, I do like Vincent,” she cooed, enjoying a slow rhythmic ride on his phallus.
He kissed her neck, tonguing around for just the right spot. They flew past the barn and some out buildings, landing roughly on the lawn in front of the pillared porch. She closed her eyes and beheld Vincent’s The Starry Night. The blues and purples swirled as she shuddered and collapsed on Vincent’s chest.
He grasped her hips and moved her up and down, thrusting slow and deep. She wiggled her fingers through his wind blown hair, enjoying her own soft afterglow as he came, tonguing and sinking his teeth into the velvet of her neck.
“Tell me,” she asked.
Vincent inhaled. “Anything. Everything. You are the light of something I need more of.”
“Did you see the lights too?”
“Purples and blues.” he answered.
“And a lemon yellow moon?”
“The Starry Night.” He confirmed.
“We experienced the same climax.” She placed his hand on her chest. “Feel that. My heartbeat.” She placed her hand on Vincent’s chest and detected his blood pumping. “We’re beating in perfect synchronization.”
“Let’s never leave.” He dreamed.
“Sure.”
“Making love with each other. No one in between. Fly away with me to another world.”
“I’m onboard.” She closed her eyes. “Lovers in the night. We’ll fly into the heavens. No, this is way beyond heaven. We need to reach a new galaxy.”
“If my heart’s not too late, I’d like you to hold me. Hold me. Starry nights don’t come enough. Hold me. Just hold me.” He said.
They lolled in the stillness of the midnight.
“You can play in my dreams until I’m out of your site. In the morning my love can’t change where you go. So hold out for our night. That’s all we have is this night.”
As Marie fell into her dreams, she wondered what he meant. Was this a one night stand? Was it because he’s a vampire and can’t see the light of day? Was he going away in the morning? The playful man she’d met today had morphed into a deep sincerity. She hadn’t expected such strong emotion from Vincent, nor herself.
Marie sensed movement. He was picking her up in his arms. Marie chose to stay in her altered slumber. The warm strong arms and the hot summer breeze off of the Potomac River. As long as they possessed the night, this night, she was content. This was the most vivid awakening of her life and she intended to savor it. Praying for the darkness to last.
She could here him talking. “There will never be any man who can love you just the way I love you. So don’t believe the world. As long as we have the night, we have love. Always remember our night, my lovely precious Marie.”
Marie didn’t want to share her dream with anyone else. Yes, for one night, she embraced true love. So what if they’d just met? She would live in the moment. For the moment. Overcome with joy and a safety of his arms.
She listened to his footsteps on creaky floorboards. Feeling ascension. This man was taking her higher. She sensed he laid her down. A crackling noise. Not very comfortable. She became aware of Vincent removing her clothes.
He trembled as the wind pelted the roof.
Marie opened her eyes. “What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Nothing matters tonight. We’re making love on a midsummer night.”
“But I felt you tremble.”
He kissed her hungrily.
She pulled away.
Vincent whispered, “Hold on forever. Try to remember me. Freeze this moment in time. These secrets we share.”
“Moonbeams on your arms. Lost in your dark and dangerous eyes. The feeling your body created with mine.” I can wax romantic too. Marie smiled. “Lets get lost in a wide open sky. Come, let’s fetch General Washington’s key to the Bastille. Fly me to France. We’ll share wine and cheese and bread and free the evil spirits.”
“Yes! Lets do.” He seized her hand and helped her to her feet.
She spotted the pile of her clothes on the floor and leaned down.
“No, stop. Leave them. We’re headed to Paris. Buy a new designer dress when we arrive.”
“I can’t fly naked.”
“Why not? I’ll warm you in my cape.”
“Why not indeed.” Marie cooed.
Chapter Three
They crept to the center of the room. She twisted her head to survey the room. “Where are we?”
“In the attic of Mount Vernon. It’s seldom open to the public.”
“So I’m special. She squinted around in the starlight beaming through the window. One chair and a small bed. “That’s a straw mattress, right?”
“Sorry.”
“No worries. Let’s find that key.”
He scooped her in his arms and carried her down two flights of stairs. She reached up and removed the large skeleton key from over the front door. They exited through it.
He gently lowered her onto his erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He spread his wings and they ascended.
Marie beheld the estate as they passed over it. She glided him past the barn, peeking in an open window to see Virgil and Annette quenching one another.
She followed the polluted Potomac River to the Chesapeake Bay. As it opened into the Atlantic Ocean, she lay down flat on him and they ascended to the space above the clouds, below the stars. In the fine line of love and romance.
“Tell me more about Van Gogh.” she asked, softly writhing up and down his throttle.
“A Dutchman. Never did find a career he excelled at. He was a misunderstood missionary who turned to painting in his later years. He couldn’t afford proper training, so his work was very primal and elementary.”
“And sometimes scary.”
“Stranger to the strange.”
“I’m cold.” she said.
“We’re gaining altitude. No worries. I’m your vampire. We’ve got a green light, hang on tight. We won’t stop short of our destination. The speed is right. You’ve got to be strong.”
Marie grabbed on firmly to his ribs as he wrapped his cape around her, tucking it between her legs. She maintained her rhythm as she rested her head on the warmth of his chest. He grabbed her derrière and took over the piloting.
“Wait. I’ve never let a vampire take control.”
“Trust me.”
“Give me a lesson on love.”
Three strokes up and down his shaft and she beheld the color explosion again. Lightening striking. Purple and green. She should have passed the controls to her vampire a long time ago.
“How was lesson one?”
She licked her dry lips and smiled. Sleep was trying to overcome her again. “Shatterproof.”
“Shatterproof?”
“Simply in
destructible. Us. Tonight. Why is it so intense between us?”
“Beware. You don’t want to know too much. Live in the moment. In this night we share. There is no one else in the galaxy.”
Tears trickled out from underneath her lashes. This is too good to be true. He’s too good. What is it he knows that he won’t tell me? “Tell me, please.”
“Say you love me.”
“I do. I love you. Like no other male. Never have I experienced this connection as I do with you, Vincent.”
“And I love you. I’ve been waiting more than nine hundred years for this night. This coupling. Your love.”
“We’re predestined?”
“Exactly. Come tomorrow...you’ll be gone tomorrow...I’ll be gone tomorrow.”
“No, we don’t have to end it. Stop talking like that.”
“It’s not for me to stop. I was destined to be with you from the day you were born. We’ve finally found each other. We only have tonight.”
“Why?” She protested.
“You can never go home.”
“Why?”
“Too many lights in the heavens. You can not ever go home. We only have the rest of this night. Only lies last forever. Love is truth. It must fade away. Let me live tonight. Live with me, before our world is torn apart. There is danger on the earth tonight.”
“What danger?” She was fully awake now.
“This is the last night. Shh...don’t waste our seconds. Follow the love in your heart. Release yourself to me. Let go. The hunter will come soon.”
“What hunter? What are you talking about Vincent?”
“The rivers will turn to blood. The air will turn to ash. The earth will explode.”
“Why?” She didn’t believe him.
“Because we found each other. The dark forces won’t stand for us. Our love.”
Yeah right. Sure, whatever. This guy was doom and gloom to the max now. I liked his romantic waxing better.. We were having such a surreal time together. Such rapture. I’m changing the subject.
“Tell me about Vincent some more.”
“That’s my girl. Have you seen his Irises?”
“I have a feeling I’m about to.”
He rolled over on top of her and thrust deeper and more methodically than before. He worked her pearl with his thumb. Taking her to the brink.
“Do you want to be the only one?” He stopped thrusting and rubbing.
What does he mean?
“It’s a long way down and you’ve got to figure on a master plan. Do you want to be the last one left? Play the game, but you just won’t win. You can not be all you want to be if you insist on mortality.”
“No, I don’t want to be the last lonely one.” Images of a dry red dusty expanse caught in her mind, in her throat.
She felt them descending. Falling. Spinning. Faster. Too fast. “Stop!”
He thrust deeply. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then stop looking out to the future. You’ll only see the past. Nothing but lonely nights ahead.”
“I choose you. I choose your love. Take me with you. To the hunter.”
“Then fall in love with me Marie, but it’s a love that just can’t last. You know hearts were made to be broken and you will break mine. I will break yours.”
“I just don’t understand. If the hunter ends the world, if it ceases to be, then our souls will live on.”
“No. Creation began from nothing and will end in nothing. I’m trying to make you understand this is the last night.”
“Because we are making love? We’re ending the world? That’s preposterous!”
“Everyone is with their lover tonight Marie. All of the humans and vampires and shape-shifters and fishies in the sea. Can’t you hear them? Can’t you hear the hush of their enraptured hearts?”
Marie smiled. She kissed him passionately through her tears. “Then let’s make the most of it.”
He laughed. “It’s about time. Sheesh. You are a hard headed girl to get through to. This is our salvation tonight.”
A bright star lit up the sky.
“I’m done Vincent.”
“What do you mean?”
“Making love. I’m done. I’ve enjoyed my night’s worth. My life’s worth. Let’s not waste anymore time coupling up.”
“Are you ready to land then my love?”
“Are we there all ready?”
“We’ve been circling the landing strip for the past hour.”
She swatted his shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you land?”
“I had to make you understand first...Kiss me.”
They closed their eyes, living their lives in each others hearts as they came to a gentle landing.
Opening their eyes to the lights of Paris, they squeezed each other.
Vincent said, “I feel I’m waking in someone else’s dream. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you.”
“Back at you, lover vamp.” Marie realized she stood naked on a bridge in Paris. “I need clothes!”
“Come, let’s shop.”
“There are boutiques open in the middle of the night on the last night of time?”
“Not attended, but the doors are unlocked.”
Marie floated into the first shop. No lights inside. She squinted and grabbed the first garb she touched. Pulling it over her head, she hurried back out. “Well, how do I look?”
“Like Aphrodite.”
She hastened to a street light and glanced down. She’d selected a toga. “Sweet. Greek Goddess wear is in this spring. Well, make that summer. Come on, let’s go.”
“No, baby don’t rush. Come on let’s take our time. That’s all we have, if we rush it will be over sooner. Live in the moment. Love in the moment.”
“But I want to walk on the Champs Elysees and see the Eiffel Tower and the Leaning Tower fr Pisa and--.”
“Sweetheart, the Leaning Tower of Pisa is in Italy. I thought you were Italian, you should know that.”
“Who said I was Italian?”
“What is your accent then?”
“I’m from West Virginia. And I know very well where the leaning tower of Pisa is. Contrary to popular belief, we are not all hillbillies.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist and they strolled toward the Bastille. “Don’t forget, you borrowed General Washington’s key.”
“Oh, yeah! Let’s go and free the prisoners. All the souls ever incarcerated. Free them to be with their true lovers!”
“If you must.”
“I must. For General Washington. For the Marquis de Lafeyette. For liberty and justice for all.”
When they arrived at the prison, she held the key up and placed her lips to the cold metal. Vincent met hers on the other side. She pulled it away and stuffed it into the lock.
“Let them eat cake! Off with their heads! Long live King Louie! Ooo la la! French Fries!”
Souls swirled in the night. Like bats out of a cave. Bats out prison. Bats out of hell. Howling but in a beautiful chorus. Spawning like the coral on the Great Barrier Reef.
“The hunter comes. Do you want to let him end existence or do you want to cross the bridge with Vincent and I?” Vincent asked.
“Let’s cross the bridge.”
She grabbed his hand and smiled. He kissed her hand and sighed.
They waked one foot after the other, side by side and stepped off the end of time.
The End
Also by Pamela Downs
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Son of a Preacher Man
A Town Called Night
Wish Upon a Djinn
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