She is a dark shadow against the light of the moon. She is leaning with her elbows on the edge of the balcony, smoke drifting towards the night sky. I do not want to be, but I am enchanted.

"I am nothing that you should want," she says, still facing the moon.

"Do you want me to leave?" I ask.

She turns around, takes a drag off her cigarette, and shrugs gracefully. Her hair is black and it flows over her shoulders like the darkest waterfall. "You aren't scared of me, are you?" she croons as she walks slowly forward, closer and closer and closer to me.

"Should I be?"

"Definitely."

She tastes like ashes and danger and honey. She is a dark princess from a fairytale and I am under her spell. "Am I dreaming?" I whisper.

"A dream, a nightmare, a taunt tossed to the wind. There is no difference." The moonlight holds her inside its starry glass case; she seems like an illusion to me.

I touch her soft skin. We kiss again. She moans as I bury my fingers in her hair. She is still holding her cigarette and she brings it to her lips after my mouth has left. Her eyes skirt around mine and she gazes into the darkness. "I suppose you want to come away with me."

"I didn't know you were leaving."

"I'm dangerous, angelboy." I don't doubt it, not even for a moment. "And you wouldn't be able to change your mind. We would be together until the end of time."

"I understand." I imagine spending the rest of my life with her and the thought takes what little breath I had left away. "I thought you were nothing I should want."

She turns her head and holds my gaze with dark gray eyes and smiles, looking beautiful and unreal. The balcony is hazy from her cigarette smoke. "I'll be your vice if you'll be mine."

She moves to the balcony railing. I follow her.

I touch her hair, her cheek, the cigarette she still held delicately between her lips. "I'm sure."

She takes my hand. I kick off my shoes and, after a moment's hesitation, she does the same. We sit on the railing, a pair of blackbirds perched on a wire, ready to take flight. I feel the smooth skin of my only vice in my hand and I smile to myself.

We jump.