Escape being a Vampire Part One.

The blood trickling down my neck feels strange.  
   
The vampire that bit me lies at my feet,    
   
a wooden stake in his staked heart.  
   
I rub Garlic into my wounds and fall asleep, only to be awakened by  
   
sunsets arrival?  
   
I find it odd that I cannot sleep even though the moon traverses the  
   
 sky, whispering a slow  tune, hidden in with the crickets and  
 springtime frogs.  
   
I lament my lost childhood, growing up introverted, and protected from the dangers the outside world offered.

I grew up alone in my room, with the windows down, and the fresh night    
   
air bringing in the night.  
   
I longed for physical contact, alive in the fertile night air
 I longed for a girlfriend.
  
   
The vampire represented purity and innocence, only that he needed to feed on me out of necessity.  
   
I only killed it out of self preservation.   Strangely, as vampires only exist in fables, this one too, was more of a figment of my imagination, and embodiment of lost youth, that the dead vampire at my feet actually was me, as I stood over him.
   
As the sun rose, I felt an uncontrollable need to retreat into the deep woods, following a path that I had not traveled before, yet my feet carried me to the edge of a cave, concealed behind vines.  
   
I made my entrance to find an awaiting coffin that was empty, and I climbed in as if this were as routine as brushing my teeth.  
   
I fell into a dream wracked slumber.  
   
I was awakened by the tickle of spiders traversing my thighs. Carefully, I raised the lid and looked around.  
   
I was home. I was very hungry and set out into the night in search of a, a person?    
   
Hamburgers did not cross my thoughts.  
   
It was then I realized I had undergone a transformation, that I somehow had become the vampire that I had killed that was the embodiment of my past.  
   
I had become the one who must carry out treacherous deeds, simply in order to live to the next day, to satisfy a hunger.   Whereas before, I hungered in seclusion, in a crystal palace cut off from the scrapes bruises and thorns of existence, now I lived Carpe Noctum, acting on brutish desires.
   
My life lived in isolation was gone, only to be replaced by this hideous force within.  
   
Why had I waited so long to live?  Postponed the onset of young love, delving furthur into my studies, and Hobbies, afraid to let go and let the feelings carry me.  Holding on to child hood for so long that I had grown old, physically, a thirteen year old trapped in a man's body.  
   
but that did not much matter now, as the hunger inside me drove me to seek out strange things, to be drawn to a woman in a crowd, yet to take her, then and there, would be then to reveal my true self to all the world, who would then hunt me down as the wild beast that I now was.  
   
I turned to the searing and vicious treachery of seducing  a vulnerable young lass a short distance away from the group to exchange a few friendly kisses, some chit chat, some charm, hunger driven charm, she could sense the tumult of opposites within me, yet was still drawn by my attention to her.  
   
She declined my invitation to walk her home early, though, and left me to return to her circle of young ladies chatting happily.    
   
I could tell I had left her with some feelings of longing, as well as horror of some unmaterialized evil.    
   
The gathering broke up by midnight, leaving me to prowl around empty wine glasses, discarded deviled eggs, and whats this, a young girl forgotten, a little too much to drink, dozing by the coat racks?    
   
I could not believe my luck, as I furtively studied the night's scene and found her truly to be alone, the last revelers were whispers in the distant night.  I gently scooped her up carrying her to my forest abode and felt a new strength in me as I lay her softly into my coffin and then slipped in next to her when she awoke with a start and a muffled cry.  
   
"I'm sorry", I spoke, as my fangs retreated from the barely un-bitten perfumed neck,    
   
"I dont know what happened but I found you in this strange room, and came to see if you needed any help.  I think you need to be rescued from an evil ogres castle".  She looked around frightened and then held her hands towards me for me to lift her out of the coffin.  
 
Gently I placed her on her feet, where she began to wobble, so I caught her and carried her.  
   
'Please, help me get away from here' she said to me.  'yes, we must leave now', I spoke, ' away from this horrible place'  
   
Yet the hunger in me pushed me to overcome my modesty and reveal to her my newly true nature as the beast himself, and not carry on this charade of rescuer.  
   
But then I heard the coffin creak behind me, the coffin we had vacated only moments ago, creaking in the manner of the ancient hinged lid slowly opening followed by the now familiar clunk as it came to rest on the cold stone upon which the coffin rested.  
 
I ran as fast as my strength would permit, through the night, vines stinging my eyes and tearing my face, panting, lungs aching, with my newly found desire in my arms, truly rescuing her now, with no thought of hunger, only the glimpse of our mutual salvation.    
   
And I realized I had been jolted from the strange powers that had hold  over me these past several nights.  
   
I carried the young lass as far as my feet could run until I collapsed to my knees, holding her, letting her gently down on the moss bed below us, looking upward at mother nature's full moon above.  
   
the cold night drew us together in an innocent embrace.  
   
I felt Whole, Content, and Dozed off in our mutual warmth.  
   
That night, sometime in the night, I had dreams.  Dreams and Reality seemed to blend as of these last few grains of rice in time.  TsubuKronos - Japanese/Greek for a Grain of Rice in Time.
   
My dream had my new guest in arms gently slip my trousers from my loins as her skirt no longer bore panties, concealed not, her Moist lips, which were not of  mouth, which commenced caressing my alertness on high.  My feelings of contentment of the night's embrace on a bed of moss exploded into an entirely new realm of satisfaction and joy.  
   
Her excitement covered by her white party dress flowed to  her arms and hands which gripped my shirt.  
 
Mine eyes and hers were locked in an unstoppable stare.  
  I returned the favor of her grip by placing my open palms onto her hips traversing back and forth, taking a free ride like a leech on a lake trout.  
   
At some point the key slipped into the lock and I found my own hips joining in the revolution until the pace became faster and her open mouth dripped saliva onto my chest and her teeth?  was the red lipstick making red saliva?    
   
The Train exploded in the tunnel and we gripped each other eternally for a long moment holding on  for dear life as we  crashed  back into the world, slowly abandoning the art of clutchng to the Nights' Siren song of sleep.  
   
The morning sun through the mist and the mornings chill nudged me awake.  
   
That was a crazy dream I spoke aloud to myself, rubbing my aching muscles and adjusting my torn shirt covered in some kind of red berry stains.  
    
My neck burned from one or two swollen insect bites.  
   
My new partner must have gone into the woods a little ways off to  answer the call of nature, which I sorely needed to do, finding a fallen log and some leaves.    
   
Much relieved, I felt a new bond with nature.  
   
The young lass had not yet made her appearance, when I sat in meditation, waiting to hear her feet snap sticks somewhere in the distance.  
   
I could not immediately recall who I was, or where I had been.  
 
The Mornings sunshine grew in strength and warmth and a hearty growl announced my hunger pang.  I felt no repulsion in grabbing the juicy grasshopper and making a snack of it.  
 
John the Baptist did likewise , I mused.