The room is dark around us, except for the few candles I'd lit before joining you in our big bed. A storm is in the distance, the low rumbles of occasional thunder signaling its approach. For now, only a light rain falls outside but the wind is gusty - rushing around the corners of the house with an eerie howl.
The vampire is impaling me over and over. His teeth deep in my neck, sucking in a measured pace as he works his jaw to grip my throat anew after each long draught. Enough to satisfy his need, or one of them, yet not too much to allow me to pass out or not comprehend, experience the full measure of having him in my bed, his cock up my ass impaling me at a faster and faster pace.
It had been almost eight years since we had said our goodbyes. The time that we were together was like nothing else. It was love and lust, it was life, it was strength and tears and passion and hate and depth and loss and rebirth. It was something that mere words could never justifiably describe. Yet in the end, we knew it was over and that it was time that we moved on with our lives. We must. And though my ache for her would stay with me forever, we did part ways.
"I must be crazy," Elise thought fleetingly as she jabbed the needle into her left breast, two inches below the nipple.
It hurt, but not as badly as the needle already buried in her right breast. That one was still stinging, sending a thrill through her that left her gasping. She had hoped that the one in her left breast would balance the pain. Pulling her breast up by the nipple, she withdrew the needle, blessed it in the smoke of the incense, and then stabbed again.