She’d kneeled before him many times, but this time was different.
In her uplifted hands she held a thin platter of finest gold.
Her proud head held eyes soft with tears.
Her heart lay gently & quietly throbbing upon the platter,
she had finally surrendered to her love for him and
offered him her heart to do with what he wished,
not knowing what that would be, but,
it was an unconditional gift.
He smiled at her, lovingly, for he did love her, deeply.
Leaning down he gently, softly, tenderly kissed her lips.
She sighed, satisfied, deeply and completely.
Where she used to feel joy there was now a strange ache.
He picked up her heart, brought it to his nose & inhaled deeply.
Eyelids closing he appeared intoxicated by the scent of her heart,
momentarily unsteady on his feet, he swayed & swooned.
Opening his eyes he surveyed the dripping organ that he gripped in his fist.
He intently looked over its’ surface, noticing every crevice and curve.
He saw its’ every minute detail. This pleased her. She smiled.
Wetting his lips, he brought the now fading, but still beating, bloodied
heart to his cheek & tenderly rested it there, as if comforted by it.
After some minutes his eyes snapped open.
Fixing his eyes upon hers he opened his lips, she widened hers in anticipation.
She wondered what would happen, what he would do, what would happen to her.
An audible gasp came from her mouth as fangs descended from his jaw
and slowly, very slowly he sank them into her hot flesh.
She inhaled sharply, grasped at her chest with both hands, looking down,
but, it was too late.
She had offered it in the full knowledge that he could do anything with it, to it.
That was the point, complete surrender, love given with no expectation.
He had eaten it, consumed it, savoured every mouthful
as if it were sustenance for his very own soul itself.
She had given him life in her death.
It would have pleased her.
She loved him & bore a whisper of his name upon her lips
as she slumped at his feet.
He swooped to catch her, blood still dripping from his chin.
One of them would surrender, one of them would expire, it was inevitable,
they both knew this, the only question was which one & when.
At first he growled in pain, gathered her chilling body to him, crushing what life
was left in it out, then he howled her name into the night again and again.
Rocking back and forth he held her limp body, soothing himself.
He would be sustained by her, she had given him the most precious gifts;
her unending love, her unceasing desire to please him,
her desperate need for him to be happy as if her own breath depended upon it,
her craving of him, her desire for him that had burned them both,
the heat & light of which burned so brightly that it
could be seen & felt from the stars from which they came.
Such a love can never die.
Such a love merely changes shape.
Such a love lives on in all who saw it, felt it, touched it, noticed it.
Such a love can sustain a life & cause a death.
Such a love is all that really matters.