Alone with thoughts of wolves, the forest and the way her body bent and bowed last night as he moved to the beat of a silent drum, he thinks of primitive sexual delights.

Tarella swept into his world with such force that Matthew finds difficulty in understanding what the day will bring.

It was just a look at the club. There was never meant to be a connection, but it happened and now he’s hooked.

Being with her flesh, bending their bodies together, biting her flesh, the way she pressed her thighs together in anticipation of what she called, “the second coming”, and the beating of her Viking heart all cast a spell that cannot be broken.

Still thinking of her, he’s roused from daydreaming dark pleasures to a knock on the door. He thinks, “Who could be here tonight? I wonder if it’s Tarella? I wonder if my very thoughts willed her here?”

Unable to think clearly, Matthew pads to the door. With a carefree air, he opens the door to a wild and beautiful Tarella. “What is it about her teeth that are different?” he wonders.

“Hello…I wasn’t expecting you…would you like me to cook something?”

“You have to ask me to come in Matthew…you know it’s only polite to do so…”

Matthew falters for a moment, but then denies that his gut is on point, “…Please come in, Tarella…”

She steps across the threshold and they kiss. “I was wrong to think anything was wrong. She is so beautiful and so lovely, yet there’s this feeling…”

A sudden pain grips him tight, “It’s only her teeth in my neck…she wants me…Wait! What the fuck!”

He breaks free from her bloodied lips to run for the cleaver, but her grip is crushing the life from his bones. She sinks her teeth into his neck again and he feels life fall from him as the world goes cold and foggy.

In the darkness, he emerges cold and wired. He struggles to think, “It was a terrible dream. She is close and I’m alive, yet…”

Tarella smiles her sweet smile and says, “Hello my love…now you’re just like me…”

Anger rises in Matthew’s cold heart which fails to beat, “What! What…have…you did?”

“You’re a vampire now you idiot! Get over it and come play with me…”

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