My Immortal Love

"Haha, hold still, you have five noses right now." Her voice was musical as a nightingale's, and audibly laced with alcohol.

    "Well, it's not like I would know that!" I playfully swatted her outstretched hand from where she was feeling for my nose. "Just tell me now!" My tone feigned injury, but I closed my eyes and allowed her to examine my face once again.

    She placed a tender kiss on my lips and pulled back. "Your skin is pretty pasty. Almost like....dried milk? I don't know what to call it." Hey eyes fluttered shut, and back open, staring at me with a gaze so intense, I knew what she was asking.

    "Yea, pasty skin is...kind of a vampire thing," I teased, "You're not much different." I rolled up my sleeve, holding my wrist out to her. "And, here. Saw the look in your eyes"

    Smiling widely, Alvara took my wrist. She sunk her teeth into the thin layer of skin covering my inner wrist and happily drank the sweet juice of life from my body. I sat back against a tree and closed my eyes. The feeling was euphoric. I allowed a piece of my mind to drain from my body with each drop of blood she drank. Minutes passed, and she pulled away, wiping at the corners of her mouth with her sleeve. She looked at my wrist quizzically and swished a bit of liquid around in her mouth before swallowing.

    Reaching into our wicker picnic hamper, she pulled a bag of cashews and tossed them to me. "You're low on iron. Eat those." She yanked my wrist back to her and dabbed the puncture wounds with a small cloth.

    "Beggars can't be choosers," I shrugged and opened the bag. I've never been big on cashews, but if it makes her happy. I munched on what tasted like salted cardboard. My lips puckered in disapproval, a motion kin to my thoughts of the nut. "I think i'll keep my low iron." Tossing the bag back to her, I turned once more and put my face a bit closer to hers with an exasperated grunt. "Continue!"

    She laughed again, a sound as sweet as the taste of her blood. "Your lashes are really long. And curly. Like little C's!" This time, she let out a deep chortle, something i've never heard out of her before.

    "Yea, the alcohol getting to you now?" She gave a loose nod in response. "Alright, alright. Let's get you home. You can tell me how dashingly handsome I am once you're all sobered up. And, most likely, how valiant I was for the inevitable moment in which I will be holding your hair back as you have a little date with the toilet. I should be jealous. You hug it more than you hug me." 

    She picked up the basket and folded herself bridal-style into my arms. "Mhmm. But I love you so much more."

    Standing, I began the trip home, lit by the glinting moon and the stars in Alvara's eyes.