Bright Evening, Dark Morning

The dark was cold. It chilled my spine and bit my cheeks. I don't care what everyone said. I don't care if he kills me. So be it. So what if it's dark inside his dorm? So what if he can jump on me at any time, I'd probably let him jump on me anyway.

So I'd decided to go to the very person whom I loved, the very same person who is the campus vampire. Yes, a bloodsucking creature of the night in human form. Everyone knows how I developed feelings for him, and they all warned me. They told me at night he gets an exceptional thirst that he can not resist.

But I want to seem him, so I shuffled out the door and down the dimly lit corridor. His room was at the end of the hallway; it stood separate from all the others. My hand did not shake on the door's handle. No, it felt like I did this everyday. I turned the knob and walked right in. Inside it was night in its truest form.

The darkness seemed colder than in my room. This darkness had a sense of eeriness that kept you on your toes, something that made me shake. My previous drive dispersed as the door closed behind me with a bang. It was pitch black. I could here the fluttering of a curtain and whizzing of the wind from somewhere in his room. Why did I come here? I know he doesn't want me here. I know that at night he loses all control.

Something wrapped itself about me. It sent tingles down my fingertips. That's why I came here. To experience this deep feeling, to get rid of this longing. His name escaped my lips instead of the fight or flight response I should have gotten. My body should be giving me adrenaline, it should be making me fear, this creature, but I just let him envelope me. But the cold steel slide across my collarbone, teasing me. Caressing me. "Why don't you kill me? I've trespassed on your domain, betrayed your words, and now I wish to steal your heart."

I felt a beautiful warmth just barely touch my hair. He spoke. "That, love, you cannot steal."

I did not jump or cry at the words. I already knew that he doesn't feel as I feel for him. I'd never born false hope. I just wanted his touch. "That bothers me not. I do not care if you slit me across the middle, kiss me so deep my neck bleeds agony. All I wanted was the fleeting feeling of tingles in my veins. Take my life, if you feel it just." His cool fingers brushed the side of my jaw. I felt the pressure of his lips at my ears, "No, my darling, you cannot steal my heart because you have already stolen it."

A gasp left my lips. This was not what I expected. "I was told you cannot hold yourself back at night. I thought myself dead when I stepped inside this chamber."

All at once his arms raveled around my body and he brought my face within an inch of his. A faint beam of light shone through the curtains I had heard fluttering before. His face looked ill. His eyes dead, and yet they had smitten me. They looked mad, about to dance the dance of no return. "So it was the truth I heard," I said as I saw the answer written on his face.

He turned suddenly and I was left standing in the only light in the room, everything else went unseen. "I do not like people in my dorm. I especially do not like people in my bedchamber at night. I am a mad man with no regard to reason. I can kill you with one strike of my nails. Be warned, when you stay here, you are never safe." I noticed in his words he never once said "be gone" or in any way told me to take my leave. He seemed to be trying to scare me out instead; he was trying to make me leave of my own freewill. I'm not sure if he wants me to stay or fears for my life, but I choose to believe neither. I choose to believe nothing.

I put my head on his shoulder as I realized he lay next to me in bed. I may not be wanted here and am safe, but if I am given a shoulder or a hand, I will take it with love's bounty.

If my love is a vampire, then let the vampire kill the lovesick sheep.

The next morning I woke to the same darkness of the night that had been there when I had entered. I knew he had long gone, to only come back the next night. As soon as I step outside of this haven, the place that should feel like a dungeon, I will have to face the school dean. I will have to face the whole school body, and not one will approve of what I have done. Most will probably shun me, and I might be lynched. No one wants to be around someone who is in love with a vampire. They'll think he bit me, and I a vampire myself.

So I reluctantly walked out to the silence and terror. I could see my antagonist as I walked to my dorm room. He grabbed my hand from where he waited outside my room. I was then dragged into the lobby, and then into his office. He shoved me into a chair in front of his large desk. The dean repeated, "You know what you have done. I don't know how you are still alive. I can't believe he let you live." He must have repeated those words a thousand times and then added the occasional "insane" and "childish."

He paused from his bickering for a moment. "Did he bite you? Is that how you are alive?"

"No! Good god, no," I jumped from my chair. "He would never do such a thing."

The dean stared out the window intently, as if searching for something that wasn't there. "How would you know?" he asked me.

It was one of those times I had to stay silent. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I had too much to say. I could have called him every name in the book, and then told him how wonderfully kind my love really is, but I didn't. I didn't want to be kicked out of the school; the only school where I can see my love.

"Ah, I see the young fool has nothing to say. Well, apparently he has not bitten you." He pointed out the window to where the sunlight rained through. I can't be a vampire if the sun is touching my cheeks. "He hasn't bitten you yet, I should say. Or maybe he simply wants to toy with you, watch you be tortured as he reveals how much he really loathes you."

That had never occurred to me. What if he was trying to build up my feelings so that when he breaks me there's more to break? That is quite a possibility. When he said his heart was already mine, he could have been lying. But for now, I defend my love's honor from being stripped down by a mere school figure head. "He would never do such a thing. Why you say that is beyond me. I believe him a lovely gentleman."

He took a good look at me, trying to see through my strong front. He didn't see what he was searching me, and returned to his window. "You should be expelled, at the least. If you were bitten you would be put to permanent rest. But, I think if I did either, I would have one bored vampire on my hands. I do not want him ravaging through my good students. They are the embodiment of the school. You shall return to your normal classes, and face the embarrassment of your actions."

So I guess I am going to pay bondage so none of his precious protégés will be soiled. I'm now part of the doomed, a sacrifice to keep the gentleman happy. Well, sacrifice I will be. I will embrace it with open arms; he can wreak havoc on me as much as he wishes it so.

I raised my head high and met the dean's eyes. "If you wish it so, I wish it as well."

"Hm." The dean rummaged for more words, looking for something more to say to me. He eventually gave up and waved me gone.

So now I live with cold shoulders, steel, and vampires. I have ruined my own life, and let a lone rose blossom in the ruins. The lone rose is fragrant with my lust. Refreshing vampire, fragrant lover, all mine yet his at the same time.

From now on I intend to attend the night classes; flourish in the environment of my love. What else will become of this dampened life? I feel no hurt for my parents' absence of acknowledgement, or sadness for the emptiness of my friends. I guess I really would rather be with him than anything, be able to touch him. A life without touch is worse than a life of embarrassment.

The halls were no longer bare, but filled to the brim with evil whispers. A tug on the shoulder to ask what will become of me, a pat on the head for a job well done. What of the grief?

My dear friend, nimble as a cat, maneuvered through the mass of undergraduates. She pulled me out into a room I believe as hers.

Her eyes darted to my pale face. "What becomes of you? Will you be expelled? Penalized? Raped? Aborted?"

"My friend, stop joking. I will be attending classes normally, although I do intend on avoiding the whole of the student body. I want to take night classes."

Her eyes gleamed, ready to sink her teeth into a juicy story. "So, what did he do? The night dweller, I mean."

My eyes went to my fingernails, as if they were vitally interesting. "Oh, he just let me stay the night. I was feeling restless and lonesome in my cold dorm."

"Stay the night?! And since when have the dorms been colder than a vampire's lair?"

"Well, I think my room as quite empty and hollow. It was pleasant to have another body in the room as I took to my dreams."

"Another body? So you did do something, didn't you? Who would've thought you'd attract a vamp!" Her eyes were glimmering with the thrill of the gossip.

I kept my dignity. "We did not sleep together. I said there was another body in the room, not in the bed."

She wagged her finger at me. "Ah, ah. You didn't say you didn't attract a vamp. So he does like you, doesn't he?"

I felt my face rush with warmth from the deadly double negative. "I wouldn't say that, exactly." He had said I'd stolen his heart, not that he liked me. For all I know it was literal.

She fell onto her pillow. "Ugh, you're so boring. Here you are, having night rendezvous with an extravagant night dweller, and you hold out all the juicy details. You could kill a girl being dense like that."

I ignored her and went to her mirror. My reflection annoyed me to look at. The chestnut hair of mine was strewn all over my face from sleep, and my grey eyes looked bloodshot. If he had bitten me last night I wouldn't be able to see any reflection. Oddly, that satisfied me. I kind of wished he'd bitten me; I wouldn't have to stare at this boring reflection any longer or hear annoying students nag me about my love.

I wonder if he would bite me if I'd asked him to. I think I'll try it tonight, while I'm still hung over from the night before. I'll ask him while I'm still irrational. As long as mind doesn't think I can do anything.

"Hey? Hey. Hey! Are you there?" My cat-like friend knocked on my head lightly.

I came back to my senses. "Oh, yeah, sorry, I was day dreaming."

She rolled her eyes. "Apparently."

I got up and walked to the door. I think I've had enough of the interrogation.

My friend slumped off the bed and called to me with her scratchy voice. "Hey, wait! Wait—" I slammed her own door in her face.

Now what? My love should be resting now, and I can't run around the school with out being conspicuous. I could always go to my room. I looked down into the middle of the hallway. There stood my dorm that I had managed to rent out myself, next to a violinist and a class representative. I actually prefer my neighbors to my cat friend, but they've never taken up the time to talk to me.

My key clicked through the door knob and I was able to enter my day sanctuary. The whole dorm I had decorated to my fine taste to allow me to live in leisure. The walls were painted with a deep purple, and the floor a soft mahogany. All the paintings that hung from my walls were my own. I made sure to keep those paintings with a serene feel, leaving my violent paints in my extra room. That room I left locked until I got a stroke of inspiration, or maybe even anger.

In my bed chamber was the white bed that looked like a contemporary art sculpture. I allowed my legs to sweep myself onto the russet sheets. I wanted the bed sheets to be a chocolate brown, so it gave my bedroom a real flavor. Raspberry chocolate, I liked to call it. I felt my lids feel heavy on my eyes. Last night my sleep had been calm, but now my mind felt heavy with new burdens. My grey eyes took one last look at my raspberry chocolate before falling into a deep slumber.

THIS IS VERY OLD SORRY IF IT SUCKS.