Solitary Creature

A couple millennia ago, I fell in love. It was foolish, mortal love. The childhood infatuation. In retrospect, it was the purest love of all.

I won't go into details about my love for Marius. Why, there's a whole other book for that. I will however tell you that he made me what I am. Very much against his will, but he did it anyway. He took my blood and fed it back to me, in a more immortal state. Suddenly eternity seemed a long time, and our foolish mortal love not strong enough to bond us together over centuries. I haven't seen him in over 200 years, when we were rallied together by Akasha, because she knew we were loved by Lestat. My mind often wanders to the thought of him. When I gather the courage to fly, sleepily racing the sun and caught in the twilight before it, my heart is with him.

200 years ago. Marius and Pandora's last night together.

We're entangled in the sarcophagus, his icy hand brushing hair away from my pale, cold cheek. Mortal lovemaking is an impossibility, but the immortal version is so much better anyway. He leans towards me, as if to brush his pale lips on my chest, just below the collar bone. Instead, there is sharpness as his teeth break the skin. The pain has become pleasure after years of barely feeling. He tenderly licks the blood away as I bury my hands into his fair hair. I pull him closer, draw him in deeper, encouraging him to do more. He does as implied, working his way across my naked body. Only nips and bites, superficial trickles of blood. He bites dangerously close to what used to be my womanhood, on the inner thigh. However, that is no longer the source of my arousal. This comes when he bites deep into the thigh, digging for the major artery that he knows is there. My mind swoons as he drains me, and thoughts are shared between us. It is the most intense form of release, the most gratifying satisfaction.

He rises up, straightening himself in the sarcophagus so that he is lying on top of me. His cheeks are not flushed, because my blood is cold, but his face is full with the added blood coursing through him. I am weak, but I raise my lips to his throat. It takes much effort, after having been drained, but I puncture through the flesh there. Immediately a rush of blood is released into me. I make muffled sounds of pleasure. Our beloved shared blood.

If I was not damned, I'm positive that this is what heaven would feel like.

As I continue to drain him, he lowers his head to the base of my neck, and punctures. I wrap my arms around him, and tangle my legs with his. He is gripping me tightly around the waist. Our naked bodies flatly pressed together, we keep the cycle of blood flow going as long as we can. Eventually, however, we become spent. We collapse into each other, blood sweat creating a pinkish sheen over our bodies. Marius is already breathing deeply, in his darkest regions of sleep. I know that it will be harder for me, to find unconsciousness. This was the last time, my last night with Marius. He had told me he loved me. I had told him I would share the rest of eternity with him. His eyes had looked so cold and alone. I couldn't bare to tell him that I couldn't give all of my love to him for eternity.

I am first and foremost a solitary creature, even if I long for Marius from time to time.