A Tango

He was the epitome of beauty, his eyes crystal clear- sapphires caught in the black; a mask adored his face, sculpting his jaw. Hair like the night sky fell down to his waist. In contrast, he stood there in pure white, shimmering in the chandelier light. With the elegance of an angel, he held out his hand, silently asking me for a dance.

I took a deep breath and let a smile cover my face and brighten my eyes.

I placed my hand in his, he clasped it tight. My palm was hot and sweaty, his was cool, marble like- opposites attract don’t they say? it was always that way. I was the nervous one, when fight or flight kicks in- I flew. He was always cool, calm and collected, like he had had thousands of years to practice.

He lead me out onto the dance floor. A string quartet filled the room, and my ears- Light and smooth, just like the way he danced; just like the way he made me dance.

Vibrant colours blended in twists and turns, lifts and flicks as we moved onto the floor. Couples joined by hands, couples joined at hips.

Gliding around to the music. Dancing a Tango. Precise steps, dominate steps, every single one. 

He twirled me away, then swung me back in. He lowered me down and my eyes passed over the wall of mirror.

I was the only one there, suspended in air.

Surrounded in this world, alone in the mirror.

But soon I will vanish just like the rest.

I looked back up to the sapphire eyes so warm, so comforting, so dead on the other side.

My Vampire and I.