A.N. Well, I haven't written for a while. So, I hope this is okay. It's not really about anything in particular. I was just experimenting with description words. Enjoy and thank you for reading!

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She stood outside of her apartment high above the ground. The cars down on the streets passed by at lightning speed, spreading dust all around and she just watched. She watched as the dust rise into the sky and fell back to earth. Sooner or later she’ll be that way too. She’ll rise into the sky and fall, sunken forever into the brown dirt. Was she happy? She could not say. She wanted to go and fly to be free. Presently a man landed beside her on the rusted bars where grime began to gather. She looked at his fangs and eyed it. She said nothing and smiled serenely at him. The man looked at her puzzled.

“Bite me,” she said to him. He stared at her.

“What?”

“Bite me,” she said again. He refused.

“No, I…”

“Bite me,” and she cut him off. Slowly, she held her slender wrist in front of her. She dipped her head and broke skin.

“Taste me,” she said. She tore her other wrist where the crucial vein laid. The blood dripped down her arms and its aroma filled the air. His eyes diluted and his fangs elongated. He swayed forward in a drunken haze. But he restrained himself.

“No,” he said hoarsely.

“Come on, bite me. It’s so easy and…” She leaned in closer to his ears.

“I’m a willing accomplice,” she whispered. His resolve broke and he bent his head toward her. She grinned and bared her neck.

“No second thoughts. I know you’re hungry.” Looking at the pale flesh, his appetite peaked. Forgoing all logic thoughts and giving in to pure instinct, he nipped her skin before biting down.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Yes, bite down and drink.”

Spurred by her cries, he bit harder and suck the warm liquid. It was pleasant and sweet. It was so enticing to his tongue, and he continued to gorge himself on it. He feed and feed, trying to fulfilled his insatiable need for it.

“Yes,” She cried.

“Don’t stop and don’t let go. Drink!” His bite was poisonous. It was deliciously sinful. She moaned and tried to pull him closer. Her hands were tangled in his. His every sip brought waves of ecstasy over her quivering body. He pulled away and gasped.

“I…” He said looking remorseful at the marks on her neck.

“No, thank you.” She smiled.

“I knew and I chose. Leave before the dawn rises, and many thanks.” He looked at her. He kissed her on the lips and left.

The sirens roared but it was already too late. She was gone. The police concluded that she was standing at the rusty balcony before she felled to her death. Her body was limped and laid on the floor. It was almost beautiful the way she died.

She was dressed in a pure snow white nightdress that was splattered with blood. Her head was thrown back almost in ecstasy with a smile on her face. Her teeth stained red gave evidence to where her wrists were torn almost in an animalistic manner. The blood darkens her lips, and her dead body seems to whisper a moan. Was she moaning in pain or in delight? The police couldn’t say.

Her raven black hair was spread like a halo beneath her, taking a slight rendering to tainted wings. Her legs were slightly spread in an erotic manner. The nightdress was both thin and short. The police could almost see her white underwear peeking out, in a playful tease. Her arms were above her and her fingers were slightly clenched. She seemed to be holding out toward something.

On her neck there were two raw punctures that were neatly scabbed over, indicating that her death was long past. There was hardly any blood left in her veins, but she still blushed prettily. It was an orgasmic experience wavering on horrific. She was exposed to the world and its entire gaze. Her secrets, her smile, her body and spirit were all for show. But oblivious to it all, her spirit flew and somewhere he was sleeping, away from the rays of light.