Eternity
She hears the voice again,
a soft echo inside her head.
She stares into the
darkness, searching.
The dulcet tone echoes in
her mind, soft
yet firm and insistent,
hypnotic in its repetition.
Come.
Come.
She stands, her eyes wide
and luminous,
and walks to the patio
doors.
She steps out into the cool
night air,
a breeze stirs, lifting
long strands of her hair
from her neck, exposing the
slim column of luminescence.
She glows in the
moonlight
a splintered, shimmering
fragment of it
in the inky blackness that
surrounds her.
Come.
Come.
The voice beckons
again.
Her body moves of its own
will.
His
will?
She steps off the patio,
cool grass tickling her bare toes.
She doesn't
notice,
the unyielding voice in her
head drives her forward.
Her long white gown trails
in the dew wet grass.
Heart pounds in
anticipation.
In
uncertainty.
In
fear.
In
finality.
The heartbeats match the
urging of the voice,
stronger
now.
Come.
Come.
The moon reflects in her
black eyes, shimmering
as she stares into the
darkness,
moving forward toward
fate.
A grey mist gathers and
swirls, moving closer.
Tendrils reach out to touch
her cheek,
caressing the silken
flesh.
Her eyes
close
her lips
part
her body
shivers
at this first lover's
touch.
Come.
Come.
The voice resonates in her
head.
The mist envelops her,
swirling shades of grey
surrounding
her.
The grey slowly fades to
black,
solidifying into
shape.
He is
there.
Her eyes flutter open,
widening in shock.
A pleased smile curves her
lips.
She tilts her
head,
moonlight gleaming on
the
alabaster skin of her
neck.
I am
here.
Her voice resonates in his
head.
He growls at her surrender,
and leans down.
Moonlight gleams on
elongated teeth
as they brush against her
skin,
finally piercing the
satin.
Two
voices,
two
minds
two
souls,
two
heartbeats
Join,
each echoing in the
other,
finding
completeness
as he claims
her.
Eternity.
Written by Lori Howell
Miller
October,
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