The leader of the vampires shoved me onto the porch leading to the entrance of The Bourbon Orleans and laughed, “Poet, your dream is about to become nightmare.”
I saw Alice shiver. She was looking at the four entrance columns , towering above us. Her face seemed to glow it was so pale. Her nose suddenly wrinkled like a rabbit’s.
“V-Victor, those columns ….”
“They are painted with … human blood.”
The leader laughed low, “Makes you hungry, little ghoul?”
Alice began to shiver worse. The blood moon struck fire from the silver edging to her black Gothic Lolita dress. Sfumato! I glanced down at the moon doing the same to my white Mark Twain-style suit.
I sighed, angry at myself. You know, one day I would die, not because of what I didn’t know, but of what I had forgotten.
Like I had forgotten our clothes had been bathed in the Waterfalls of Eden, not once, but four times … with us in them. Such a thing was fatal the first time, much less four. But our love for each other had pulled us through.
I smiled like I was feeling that love as never before … which I was.
I reached out and squeezed her hand still smiling. “We are not of the night nor of darkness but of love.”
My suit and her dress flared like suns. The vampires screamed shrill yet husky. Reeling away from us, they burst into foul-smelling two-legged bonfires. They didn’t make three steps. They collapsed to go up like dry driftwood.
I brought Alice’s hand to my lips and softly kissed it, surprised that for the first time in our love that it was warm.
“People think they know who we are, Alice. They are wrong.”
She smiled with trembling lips. “Wrong.”
Alice embraced me, kissing me hungry, loving, and with the passion that I knew would never die. I shivered. We had kissed before but never had her lips been warm. Never. I ruined our kiss by smiling.
She pulled back. “You smile?”
She swallowed. “What about them?”
“Warm? Your love has made them w-warm?”
“Our love, Alice.”
She mewed like a lost kitten having found home, rushing into my arms, renewing our kiss with even more passion.
Her hand reached around my neck, pulling me into it. She needn’t have bothered. I was doing just fine on my own. I pulled her body into mine, not roughly, but with all the tenderness in my heart.
I wasn’t an orphan anymore. In her arms, I was home.
I heard screams from behind the windows all along the balcony. Alice and I stepped back, looking up in shock.
Vampire bonfires flared behind each and every window where those leeches had been watching us being led to our supposed slow deaths.
They fell to the wooden floors. I made a face. It was certainly going to be a hot time in the old town tonight. ***
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