My Lady Vampire
By Cylis Derrens My Lady Vampire I can still remember the first night I met her: my Alina. It was a cold night as I passed her. She wore a black dress as she stood in front of the club. I remember feeling drawn to her. A beautiful voluptuous woman with long dark hair she stood out in the crowd of women that were far too skinny. I had never liked the really skinny ones so she was a welcome change. I approached her gathering my courage as I removed my coat to offer to her. She turned as I drew near and I froze enraptured by her beauty. No words came to my lips and I could barely breathe. It was as if the vision of her had taken all other thoughts except to …