Nacht

A/N: hi. this is a morbid story, just letting you know. i created this story, the narrator/protagonist, and the vampire.
i do not own the rights to the actual \"Nosferatu\" story/movie/character. i use the term once here, but i think it\'s okay
because it\'s a term that refers to the undead, not just the specific character. plus i don\'t make any profit from this,
except FUN!
oh and \"nacht\" means night in German.


Nacht

That night, the chill midnight air flowed in from the stone balcony. Although it brought a sense of death and longing, I felt oddly comforted by having the doors open. It felt like I might invite fantastical opportunities of which no one could ever dream…opportunities that were forbidden, as people walk around in a realm of invisible closed doors.

I sat in the corner of my large study, creating various short written works and black and white ink drawings, steadily running dry of ideas and bored as hell. I took in a deep breath, and caught the scent of something unfamiliar. It was a cold, greyish cologne smell, and that is the best way it can be described unless you were to catch the scent yourself.

I had slowly let out all my breath, and, feeling calm and restless at the same time, I stared at the balcony entrance. The breeze swept the dark outlines of trees back and forth against the indigo sky. It came in and snuffed my candles in the centre of the room. The full moon’s halo straight overhead was sufficient to brighten the room with pale blue. An eerie feeling of expectance came over me, and so I continued to watch the balcony. Suddenly, and from nowhere, a silhouette appeared in the doorway where I watched. The long limbs and tall figure of the shadow crept slowly and smoothly across the wooden floorboards, making its way toward me.

As I stared, awe-struck, I realized that there was no body that followed. As it drew very near, I stood up from my chair, with my mouth open, as if to either scream or gasp for air, though I could do neither. As soon as my lips parted, I felt the silhouette’s cold fingers placed gently on my lower lip, and slightly tugging it down. I opened my mouth more, following its lead. A cold, tingling sensation went gently over each lip and against my tongue briefly. Though chilling and distant, the sensation aroused me. I sighed shakily when it pulled away from my lips. I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them again, still, coal-black eyes peered into them. Nosferatu…the undead…

Restraining me with his eyes, his long fingers wrapped themselves around my throat. I thought he was going to take my blood straight away…but he did not. When he leant into the curve of my neck, he just grazed my flesh with his sharp fangs, up and down…so slowly. Once or twice, my skin winced because it was cut, but he kept on going, and then switched to the other side of my neck. Whether he knew it pleasured me beyond belief I do not know…most likely it was in his wish to revel in such new flesh and blood that he continued. It briefly crossed my mind how bizarre it was that I could not feel nor hear him breathing while he was against my neck.

He pulled away slightly, then, without knowing how, I found myself lying on my back on the four-post bed. His hand was still under the back of my neck, arching me up gently. As I lay there limp, in a trance, I felt his claw-like fingers scratch down my arm to my wrist. It remained there a moment, while he admired my pulse, which was quickening in fear, excitement, and anticipation. His one hand moved to the front of my neck, and he held me down. His other hand then scathed my leg, and came to a halt between my thighs. It was so cold I began to shiver, yet what he was doing brought me immense pleasure. He still hovered over me and held me down by the neck as I became quite aroused and moved under him in bouts of pleasure and pain. I could still not hear him breathing. Next, he put his hands on the bed next to my head. I felt free from his dominance but alone and longing. As soon as he heard my quivering breath, he gazed into my eyes so intensely it was terrifying. His arms remained dead still on either side of me, yet my nightdress was slowly lifted by some force of craft up to my hips, revealing that I was naked under it. For a long moment, I did not know what he was going to do, or even if I was already dead. I could no longer tell what was happening.

He pressed himself against me, and swooned down to my tender neck. I felt coldness entering me…it felt like it spread throughout my entire body in gentle waves. His fangs pierced my neck, and hot blood flowed in streams down my neck, onto the bed sheets, and into his mouth as he delicately sucked at the wounds. My heart was pumping harder and faster as its life essence was being consumed. The sound of it became louder and I could feel it beating in my chest, as well as feel him inside me, and the chill going through every nerve and vein. The only warm sign of life was spilling out from my neck…

His thin hands held my wrists then, and pinned them to the bed, to each side. He pierced each wrist with his claws. My blood was being spilt and sucked from my body quickly. Yet, despite the fact that death was upon me, I had never felt such pleasure. I started sighing and panting for breath as I was being overcome with sensations, and for the simple fact that I had not enough life anymore to breathe properly. It seemed that my body was being exploited in every way, penetrated and fed upon, yet I could not feel frightened or angry. The only thing I felt was excruciating pleasure…everything was getting darker, it was harder to breathe…getting colder…he was penetrating deeper, his fangs were in the depths of my artery, he was tightening his hold on my wrists, squeezing whatever blood was left to come out of them.

Feeling weaker by the second, I tried to moan or scream for him to stop drinking from me…panic about the reality of losing my life was setting in…it took too much energy to moan even, so I started panting and wheezing. He slowed in drinking from my neck, and lifted my bloody wrist up to my own mouth, and wiped blood onto my lips. I tasted it, and wished I could drink it all back from him…my wrist was dropped like a doll’s, and he put his lips to mine, tasting the blood. Everything was almost black…he gave me cuts on my lips as well…his fatal kiss and the taste of blood, along with him making cold love to me, gave me a look into his world. Undead.

I was barely clinging to this mortal coil, and I was having fun…with powerful hands, he lifted my back up into an arch, and stole blood from my breast…all of my pain, wounds, pleasure and weakness brought euphoria to me. The feeling of him at my breast was enough to take all of my energy and envelope me in an orgasm of darkness, pain and loss. My last breath was a sigh of pure satisfaction. As the blood started to dry on my pale skin and he parted from my body, I collapsed in the bliss of death.