At The Window

 

She stood outside the window. Looking in. Past her own moonlit reflection she could see into the room, could see the sleeping form under the covers. She pressed her pale cheek to the freezing glass, breathing but leaving no condensation on the cold surface. Her breath was cold, like every other inch of her being. Laying her long white fingers against the window she whispered into the night.

“Thomas.”

The form moved, and slowly raised its head, sitting up. He had heard her! Her eyes widened in excitement, large amounts of white showing around her black irises, which surrounded her equally dark pupils, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. She pressed herself more closely to the glass willing him to look at her.

Slowly his head turned. His eyes widened.

Beside him something moved. Another head appeared. Long dark hair, a heart shaped face, beautiful brown eyes.

 

A piercing shriek of rage flew from the pale girls lips, her white fist smashing through the glass pane effortlessly. She was through the window before either of the sitting forms could move. Bright white teeth showed beneath her blue lips, sharp blades glistening in the pale moonlight.

One claw shot forward across the bed, closing around the other girl’s thin throat, snapping her spine in its iron grasp. The dark-haired figure fell to the floor, dismissed.

Now she turned back to the man, who was scrabbling out of the bed.

A cruel smile twisted the blue lips as she grabbed his wrist and kissed his palm, mock-lovingly.

“Goodnight Thomas.” She hissed, slipping back into the darkness outside the window.

“See you tomorrow.”

She disappeared into the night, malice in her every movement.

She would return every night, and destroy those around him, until, all alone, he would beg her for death.

And she would give it to him, eternal death, on earth with her. Living forever in the coldness of an empty life.

She would bite him.

 

She faded into the coming morning, a living ghost.

A vampire.