#vamptember

find a purpose for me

I've got good intentions

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mael/Jesse Reeves Characters: Mael (Vampire Chronicles), Jesse Reeves Additional Tags: Cunnilingus, Period Sex Summary:

A poem of reflection, on the edge of death. Inspired by the prompt "Wounded"

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex

Tags: Childhood Sexual Abuse, Sex Work, Implied/Referenced Incest

I knew the blood in my veins was tantalizing, from an early age.

SHADOWDANCE

I hear screams of someone you made up.
If I meet him on the street,
I pretend we are strangers;

I pretend I
never played with your demon,
I

never kissed him with my eyes closed,

I
never told him your secrets.

I hear whispers of lust
from someone you made up,
a stain that never washes away,
a fatal shadow that always follows.

I sacrifice myself for your demon;

The brighter the spotlight gets, 
together we plot against you.

You were tired of

filling your life with disease,
craved interpersonal drama instead.


You were scared of existential crisis,
dreamed of a holy intervention —
to protect what remained of your sanity.

’Cause you were on your own

against your disorder,
and now

that I have burst into your life,
we share the rot.


I have slept with all the fragments
of your shattered ego,
and you hate me for that.

You showed me things I now crave;
without them, I am not myself anymore.
I feel so high.
I like it.

’Cause I was damn tired of myself,
but with you I am reborn —
reborn the way I always wanted.

’Cause I was so done with myself,
but with you the show is on,
and I am all in.

You taught me

a crime stops being evil
once it’s committed.
You proved horror´s irrelevance —
or at least its missing trend.

Kissing someone taken,
wanting the forsaken one,
chasing the fear,
only to end up all tied up and tricked.

Whatever —
in the end,

what is left to do but smile?

So sit down and watch, darling,
as I pray to your demon,
worshipping your weaknesses.

Infernal flames lick your numbing fear,
crucify your shadow,
turn your flesh to ash.

And the ashes I blow when I’m down,
miserable and lonely —
it’s the perfect chance

to drag you down to my private cell:
six feet under, premium hell-suite.


Our eternal embrace —
a new-age golden ratio of love
that, for centuries ahead,

will shape global culture.

We go under in famous anonymity —
an honor once in a millennium.
Our eternal embrace:

How long

Will you need me

To linger in your mind?

And how long

Can I keep loving you,

Until I stop seeing his world

Through your pinot noir eyes.

Why do we fall in love

with those we dont know?

Our fates run parallel

The horizon between us

Forever leaving us intrigued

By everything we will never reach.

The catastrophic scenarios

We write about each other—

An excuse to preserve a memory

Of the mutual first impression.

As we run towards each other,

the distance between us

Only expands—

making us stumble, fall, get hurt.

Making us want each other

So much more.

The abyss between us,

Will only grow deeper,

Will only grow darker,

Making our solitude

as solid as it can ever get.

My hands are tied

with a scarlet ribbon,

Your eyes are hidden

behind a red blindfold.

We are safe—

We´ll never hurt each other.

We play the crimson strings

A melody of a shared misfortune,

A tone of a common longing,

A requiem for a doomed attachment.

We hide knives in our pockets,

Just in case,

Just “what if”,

What if our love

spins out of control.

And if they told you

it was the last day of your life,

Would you feel it in your heart?

Would you recognise its last beat?

Would you still think of me,

As you take your last breath?