By: James Dubeau
Lauren and Murphy
had spent many hours talking in sparsely populated tavern near the edge of San
Francisco. Candles were all but burnt away by the time they were the only
patrons left in the establishment. Ben closed down the tavern and the pair
stumbled into the cool night air. Not another soul was out on the moonlit
streets.
“I love the
sanguine moon when it is bright and big and full of life.” Lauren sighed as she
walked arm in arm with Murphy through the deserted streets.
“Man was
not meant to gaze up at the sky from the middle of a city. There should be
grass under our feet and nothing but the heavens above.”
“I know
just the place,” Her red lips opened wide to expose a broad white wolfish grin.
The moon
illuminated their journey to the farthest edge of the city. Lauren had grabbed Murphy
by the hand and led him through the streets. The inebriated young man was
slowed by the heavy pack upon his back. The heavy straps cut into his flesh and
he stumbled a few times. It was not long before the pair arrived at the main
gates of the Yerba Buena Cemetery.
“We
shouldn’t be here so late at night.” Murphy said when they stood before the cemetery.
“Best place in this city to watch the
stars,” she danced through the open gateway.
Lauren
walked between the graves with a ballerina’s grace. Her large eyes never looked
left the heavens. Murphy grew courage and followed. At the top of a small hill
they stood together.
“It is so
beautiful when the moon and stars sing poetry from the heavens. Tonight makes
me feel alive.” Lauren ran her fingers through Murphy’s sandy hair. “There
could be no better companion this evening. It was the fates who brought us
together.”
“Aye. Who
would have thought my first day in San Francisco would have found me standing
in the middle of a cemetery watching the stars with a beautiful woman?” The
young man leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“I have one
more thing to show you.” Her lips met his.
Murphy’s heavy
pack dropped as they kissed. Lauren’s tongue darted between her lips to meet
his. She locked him in a tight embrace as her lips wandered from his in a
lustful flurry of kisses. Her lips were moist upon his flesh. Teeth lightly grazed
his neck and nibbled his ear. He returned the passion and found her skin to be
cold in the night air.
For a brief
moment their passion subsided as they struggled to breath. Murphy lovingly kissed
her forehead. Lauren looked up to the man in her arms with large doe eyes which
turned red and mean with hunger. A pair of fangs extruded from behind ruby
lips.
Murphy let
go of the beast and stumbled backwards over his pack. The cold ground rushed to
meet him. A scream escaped from his lips.
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