An original story I thought I'd share with you - self-preservation, love and denial
@swingingpuss
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Secrets Of A Darkened Heart
Neither sex nor the previous night’s drinking binge were the proximate causes for her to pick up perfect strangers from perfectly innocuous bars. It was never about preferences - short, fat, tall, bald or downright ugly suited her just fine. All she needed was a body to lie with, to let those few breaths of pleasure replace the memories that tormented her every waking moment.
Getting up softly from the bed, she turned and looked at the rumpled sheets and the man snoring under them. Her eyes trailed his bronze arm down to the fingers that held a fistful of sheets. They had been clever fingers searching all her nooks and crannies, finding spots that had made her give in to moments so sweet that she could have wept with relief. He had made her forget the demons that had darkened her soul’s doorstep.
Now in the harsh glare of the morning sun, she knew this was not another flash in the gathering dark, leaving her cold. Although he was different from all the rest, she could not let him close. It would be too dangerous. Wearing her clothes softly, she let her eyes trail over his dark beauty one last time.
He carried his African heritage with a bold imprint. Curly dark hair fell carelessly over a high forehead, thick lashes swept down his high cheekbones covering eyes that she knew to be mischievous amber. His lips hid sharp, sparkling white teeth. He smiled as he slept, dreaming perhaps of the night before.
He had made her laugh and feel some inkling of her former self in that dingy little bar, surrounded by mortal hearts and evanescent emotions. She had laughed, so close to tears, so close to letting the hollow gaping wound surface and sweep her away in a wave of inexpressible rage. She had then looked into his eyes with quiet desperation and asked him to take her home.
Article comments
1 - aacool
Nice, dark story
2 - Aaman
Vampires are always erotic, innit?
Perhaps they express some sort of archetype
3 - Dave Nalle
Yes, the Erotic Vampire (tm) archetype.
Dave
4 - Victor Plenty
Perhaps our culture's neurotic dread of aging leads many of us to deem vampires erotic. We seem to have dropped the old traditional image of shriveled, desiccated vampires, favoring instead the relatively new idea that a bloodsucking parasitical lifestyle renders its indulgers eternally youthful and beautiful.
I'm only guessing, though. Vampires hold less and less of my interest as I grow older.
In fact it now strikes me that vampires are not much different from zombies.
I mean, sure, zombies don't have much in the way of intellect, but what good is a vampire's fully functional immortal brain when all they ever seem to use it for is an eternity of self-involved brooding?
If that was all I had to look forward to, I just might be tempted to drive a stake through my own heart and have done with it.
5 - Eric Olsen
nice and strange, thanks! I think the eroticism is tied in with the dichotomy of the vampire's bite being both seduction and attack
6 - swingingpuss
Bram Stoker's Dracula had set the precedent of Erotic horror. And to be eternally live is reason enough for me to want to put a stack through my heart.
7 - Aaman
One of the most erotic scenes from a film, for me at least, is from a forgettable film that is not even in IMDB "The Sunset of The Vampires".
This scene captures the sensuality and danger of the vampire - the lead vampire, one of the last of the breed is desirous of converting the wife of a human friend. Close to the end of the film, she resists him vigorously, but then abruptly gives in, and breathily whispers "Shane, take me now." He does so, and inevitably, the good guys arrive just a little too late, do the good stuff with him, after he's done other good stuff of course.
So Bram Stoker's Dracula is the President of Erotic Horror, eh?
8 - swingingpuss
Mathew Lewis's Monk could easily contest for that title. What say you Aaman?
9 - DrPat
There is obviously both an adolescent market and an adult market for erotic horror. (Bloody Erotic Stories is a recent entry here. And thanks for sharing your original work, swingingpuss!)
Actually, all horror is erotic in the sense that it is thrilling, exciting, and arousing to the senses. When sexual and pseudo-sexual themes are involved, the erotic impact is doubled.