II.

But I could never forget.

I remembered some night ago, lost in the drapes of her room, enwrapp'd altogether in the sweet witchery of incense and candlelight, an empty bottle of spiced wine and the eldritch ambiance of wavering velvet curtains - how we kneeled, then, unto her bed, naked flesh incandescent, aching to be consumed - how that wicked blade gently slit against my forearm - how it bit into my flesh like the sharp piercing fang of a rattlesnake, almost lovingly - yes, and how she rest her lips on the wound and drank deep, suckling on my veins like a new born babe, discovering the world.

And when she raised her head anew, locks tumbling down, chin and neck all drenched and gorged in blood - her eyes, and a mouthful overflowing in red vitae - I heard myself whispering, shaking, Please, please Aeth', take me away from here, just take me away… and she'd smiled, then - how she'd smiled - I will, beloved, she softly sang, I will, and she'd wrapped her still dripping lips over my gaping mouth, luscious tongue twirling to lap.

I will.