Light of the Stars
By
DragonLady of Avalon

Do not tell me that you love as much as the moon is beautiful, for the moon changes and eventually disappears. Will your love, too, change, demon prince, Dracul? Swear your love instead by the Stars, who change and transform, but always return just the same as before and never fully disappear. Swear your love by the Stars as a whole, a whole which never fully disappears. And when each individual Star returns in its time, it shines more brightly since it has been away. -Slaya

On an old city square in a small town, USA, a jogger noticed something strange as he was out for his midnight run. He approached a small corner and saw light reflected off one of the store windows. The jogger turned to gaze at where the light had come from, and when he did he saw a young, dark- haired boy step from a glowing hole in space.

The boy had fierce blue eyes, the color of the midday sky, but somehow resembling those in a lion or some other large predator. His hair was raven and nearly shoulder-length, tapered to his neck. His clothes were mostly black: a leather biker jacket, zipped so the shirt didn't show, black shoes, socks, and blue jeans. He held a red leash in his right hand, on which was a painted tattoo of a snake or dragon, that lead to the collar of an enormous, wolflike dog.

Suddenly, the white hole disappeared and then there was just the dog, her master, and the jogger. The three stared at each other for a brief second and the dog began to growl.

"Hush, Pnejie, he's not here to harm us. He is just observing," the boy quieted. His dog lowered her great head in a submissive bow.

The dark boy was standing a good sixty feet away from the lone jogger, but gradually he came closer. Stepping so lightly that he couldn't be heard in the dewy grass, the mysterious boy seemed to be floating and inch by inch approached the jogger.

The jogger backed away, scared out of his wits by the icy blue stare of the young advancer. The boy grinned and the jogger felt his heart skip several beats.

Glinting bright white, like two sharpened pearls set into the dangerous blade of a dagger, were two perfectly congruent fangs, each one about an inch and a half in length.

The boy opened his grinning, daggerlike mouth wide in an animal hissed. As the jogger dropped to the cold, wet ground in a deep slumber, the vampire boy muttered, "But there's nothing to see here."