I walk through the dim moonlight of an ancient forest
My movements muffled by the dark, soft velvet that is draped over my form
My green eyes glitter beneath the hood of my heavy cloak

Watching the movements of the shadows
I look for the one who rules the dark
My lips move, only slightly, to whisper his name under my breath
The dark heart that beats within my chest slumps in it's longing

I hunger for his presence and it is fierce, clawing at my insides
My face remains unchanged in the shadow of the hood
And my bare feet continue to step over the dead and dying leaves
Their sweet aroma easily reaches my senses

I follow a path engraved only in my mind to a place
That very few souls have ever seen
It is a place of beauty that is untouchable by time or age

I approach the clearing where fireflies hang lazily in the air
Creating the illusion of a glowing veil
A smile threatens the corners of my lips
And my eyes glow faintly, reflecting the soft light

My vision passes over the familiar clearing
Absorbing it's features like those on a lovers face

The emerald grass
The sleepy weeping willow
The clear stream that bubbles along at the edge of it all

I step into the haze of fireflies
Their movements brushing my hair across my face
I close my eyes to listen to the whisper of the stream
Footsteps
The speaking of my name in a silken breath

My eyes remain shut, yet a smile blooms across my face
As I feel his presence come nearer
A flush passes over my skin as he pulls the hood from my head
His breath on my neck soon after

A shiver passes through me
My flesh trembling as his soft fingertips trace burning paths along the length of my spine
A soft moan escapes my throat as I reach to gently grasp his other hand
He brushes my long, dark hair away from my neck
And runs his lips over my skin, lingering close to my ear

I tremble as he speaks, his voice hushed by the night
He tells me of my beauty, of his love, and of his longing for what I keep for him
I lean my head back on his shoulder, exposing my own
A willing offering that glows in the quiet moonlight

He whispers a thanks as his lips glide across my skin
They pause, kissing the spot of longing on my throat
Before ripping the tender flesh

His arms wrap around my form as my legs collapse beneath me
He lowers me to my knees as I feel the warm liquid leaving my body
A thick delicacy for my beautiful love

My mouth opens in an attempt of speech yet only my breath escapes me
His lips firmly planted on my broken skin, and his arms supporting my weakening form
We sit together in an ecstasy of sorts

I shudder deeply as some of my lifeblood runs in a small trail of crimson down my skin
I feel his grip on my neck loosen
And him gently lapping the blood that still weeps from the wound

My neck aches and he kisses where his teeth had made harm
I slump against his strength and he holds me in his arms
He runs his tongue where the red river had traced it's path down my skin
And once more lays his lips to kiss the scar

His newfound strength emanates from him as I lay in his arms
My own hunger fulfilled
The fireflies buzz around us, oblivious to that which has just taken place
As we are wrapped in a golden mist, my eyes fall half shut

He lifts me easily in his immortal arms and carries me to my favorite spot
Beneath the rustling branches of the willow tree
There, he lies with me, my head upon his chest

He strokes my hair, in patient waiting of my consciousness
While he speaks to me, knowing I can hear his voice
He tells me of his love, of his thanks, and of my beauty
He speaks of the gifts he wishes to give me in return for my love
I smile slightly, my ivory skin illuminated by the golden fireflies and the moonlight that falls in through the leaves

His fingers burn gentle paths across my body
My neck down to my stomach
Pleasure courses through my weak body
A soft smile slowly blooming on my face
My body, drained from the effort, collapses in a dreamless sleep
On the embracing form of my love