Louis de Pointe du Lac

Once I met a vampire, just like Louis, he was maybe the most elegant creature I've ever met. Every step, every move, every word... everything on him was so elegant, so delicate, so catlike. He was hypnothising. I knew he could kill me if he wanted to but that just gave it all a luxurious touch of a perfect balance between adrenaline and fear. His voice, his words were like revelations to me, like music... his voice was pretty dark and husky, specially when he whispered, which was, no doubt, elegant and delicate too. I loved his voice, or was it maybe that I loved so much what he explained to me? I don't really know. Never, till the day I met him, had ever thought that elegant, delicate and so many other similar adjectives I could easily relate to him were no others than the adjectives that define erotism down to perfection. In fact he was erotic too, but the atraction, interest and fascination I felt for him were beyond that...

"Bite me. Do whatever you please before or afterwards, but bite me. Leave a huge psychological mark on me again. That mark that comes up only when I look myself in the mirror in which I can strangely still see my reflection, in spite of your bite... your bites. Your teeth sink so slowly that feels like you were drinking every drop of blood you could taste. That sound echoes in my head as if you were devouring me... as if I was some kind of out of this world delight to savour... as if my blood was vital and essential for you, as if you really wanted to actually have a taste of it. I'll wait for you here. I'll put my hair on the side for you to find with delicate precision that vein, that muscle, that certain place. I become your servant and slave within seconds. Some kind of elixir of liberty, of heavenly torment, of lust, desire and uncontrollable atraction that possess me. I want it to possess me. I want to see the trail of my thoghts translated into knives of saliva that can hide the iris behind the pupils with an absolutely hypnotising spark. I'd give anything for that spark; anything if is your voice who demands for it, if you stare at me like that, if you bite me. Although you're not even interested in my deepest me, or me in your deepest you. Although it may be just some kind of useful formatily by mutual consent to build an endorphin's fountain. I like this formality. I signed the contract. You can buy me with those bites, you know you can do it, you know I don't want, or either know how, to say no to you. Now I would like you to use me. Now I want to use you. Because this is all for our own shared good and profit, because it's this demential need what created the connection. Any kind of need. Here I'll wait for you, and you know it. Bite me if you're still free, if you still want to be free. I'll never try to trap or tie you because I know those bites of freedom are only guided by need and atraction; and those two could never trap or tie me forever. Just hold me for a while, just leave me fall and make me strongly implore for hours or minutes of sporadic electric erotism. Remember afterwards... like if you were just like any of my dreams, of my fantasies, of my impure and indecent mental creations... but you are real. And in the mirror your mark remains. Forever in my memory will remain. No matter what. I wish you came back to reinvent it; I'm sure you'll make it better.

- "Vampire". Lidia, July 2005.