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step forward, as she rounded the trash bin, a thin sliver of red running from her mouth. She swayed to me, her hips wriggling seductively, and touched her mouth to mine. Her lips were salty but still sweet, almost the taste of wine. Her tongue thrust in my mouth and danced around mine. just a second later, she broke the kiss and swayed not into the bar, but down the alley. I watched till she rounded the corner and into the night.

My legs began to work again, my head had lost the drugged feeling of sleep. I tiptoed to the man behind the bin. He was crumpled into a ball, his tie at his feet. I lifted his head, his lifeless eyes starring back at me, a ring of blood soaking his shirt at his neck. It was his blood I tasted in my mouth. In a panic, I dropped the man and ran through the alley, the opposite way I had seen her go.

The next night, her eyes woke me from a restless sleep. Her mouth whispered to me in my dreams, mouthing the words but not speaking come to me. Like a zombie, I barely dressed in my khaki pants, my shoes, and nothing else. I crept from my apartment, and found myself in the alley outside the same bar.

There she was, her hips working in that same sexual swagger, emerging just from the alley just as I arrived, No blood dripped from her mouth, but her lips were stained with it. No kiss she had for me this night, just a smile as she sauntered by me. A smile that flashed white, elongated teeth, shiny like a crazed wolf.

Here I was, three nights later. Waiting in the same alley, behind the same garbage bin. The man had been removed, just as the man the previous night had been, from his abandoned car left on the toll-bridge. I waited in the shadows, with the wind whipping harder around me, waiting for the woman there.

Time fluttered by, minutes became hours, when the heavy metal of the bar door slammed against the brick wall. The man talked none stop, showering her with flattery. My own lips pulled back from a sneer, I wanted this man dead.

He was shocked to see me, she seemed to expect me there. Our eyes locked again, a silent understanding of what was to come. The man, this one a a version of a greasy lounge singer in leather from head to toe, was frozen in place, his eyes darted between the tow of us.

"Let me be with you," the only words I could choke out. She smiled and nodded in understanding and touched her mouth to my neck.

Her teeth sank into my flesh with a ripping pain at first. Then she began to suck, and a euphoria like nothing I had ever known burned through my body. I heard moans, an echo to the man I heard the first night. Or so I thought, till I found the sounds were coming from me.

All too soon her lips left mine. I felt giddy and weak from the loss of blood. Her long finders pulled her hair from her neck and guided her mouth to just above her bosom. Instinctively, I bit the skin and suckled her blood like a child suckling his mothers milk.

I felt my heart stop, my breathing turning shallow. I saw the shimmer of black, thinking this was my end. As suddenly as it stopped, my heart thumped again, and the shadows of death faded away. I saw the world through new eyes. I was reborn.

The man, temporarily forgotten, began to whimper like a child. He was calling to God to save him, but was frozen in his place. The woman and I smiled to each other, and joined hands as we began to feast.

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