Behind Locked Doors: It Has Always Been You!


He stood in the doorway, back against the cold brick wall, hidden by the dark shadows of the night. The rain poured down in sheets, but with his keen hearing he heard every drip… every drop… every splash as if the goddesses were playing a beautiful symphony just for him. He waited patiently until finally from across the street he saw her step out of her door.

She pulled the umbrella over her head, to shield herself from the rain. As the street light softly lit her face he could see the bruise covering her left cheek and the tears pouring from her eyes. It took less than a second and he was across the street and through the door before it closed behind her. All she felt was a cool gust of wind as he passed. Then she continued on her way.

Once inside, he didn’t give him time to react. Grabbing him off the couch and smashing the liquor bottle he was sucking down over his head the went down easily. He could hear through the thin walls of the old building the little old woman next door phoning the police. He knew he had to act fast and finish what he had started, but he wasn’t worried about being caught.

With his teeth like blades he bit easily into the drunk man’s neck and drained him quickly. Wiping the blood from his chin he stepped back into the rain. For only a moment he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He could smell her…  sense her… feel her. Hearing the sirens approaching in the distance he took off down the road, turning right… then left following his instincts and his heart.

Her trail ended in a dark alley between two old abandoned factory buildings. He was confused… Worried for her safety… He had never lost her scent before. He had never been more than a stone’s throw away from her and he always made sure he could see and hear her at all times. He was like her guardian angel from a far… If guardian angels killed.

Although he knew he could never hold her… feel her touch… or taste her lips he would always protect her and in his heart and soul he would always love her. His heart, though it no longer beats, would always long for her and his soul, though condemned to walk alone, would always belong to her.

Falling to his knees he cried out in pain.

He searched for days covering every inch of the two buildings and the property. When he finally gave up and stood in the shadows silent and alone he turned to leave. But then, a feeling came over him… Her scent… Her touch… She was there! Something was different… He couldn’t hear the beat of her heart. He turned and in seconds her body was against his.

Her lips so close to his that he could taste her breath… Her hand softly ran down his arm, and she leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “It has always been you.” He took her in his arms grabbing her tightly… passionately… not willing to let go, and he kissed her hard with everything he had.

Behind Locked Doors: Nameless


The hot water ran down her face and tickled every inch of her body from head to toe as it caressed her skin gliding along her smooth curves. The steam filled the shower as the floor to ceiling glass walls around her steamed up creating a cloud-like feeling of safety. Though the stress of the day could not be lifted by simple desires or cravings of the average being – she wanted more, craved more, needed more. She didn’t know what the burning inside of her was, but felt a deep longing as if calling out to someone or something. Then, in the distance she heard a scream. Though it should have scared her- it didn’t! She felt no fear but excitement burned inside her. Her heart raced as she waited, for what she didn’t know. But wait was all she could do! With her eyes closed she turned back to the door just as he stepped in. A chill of cold air-filled the shower and sent lightning throughout her body. She went limp in his arms as he tilted her head to the side. His teeth as sharp as blades pierced her skin like butter and the connection was made. Within moments the thirst had built up within her so extreme she felt that she could no longer contain it. With a quick movement he sliced his own wrist and she was drinking as deeply as he was. The connection was strong-intense-fierce. Slowly the thirst took over and she began to feel like there was no way to control it. She had to have him – all of him! No blood escaped her lips for all of him now belonged to her, and in his last breath she feasted. For her Blood thirst was too strong for even him to control. All have heard of her and know of her stories. It is said that she has no true name she is simply called…

(c) Nina Soden 2014