Time was running out.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no-one to give her sanctuary.
The moon was her enemy, too bright as it danced amongst the night clouds, searching her out, illuminating her body.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But even beauty has its dark side.
Her lover waited.
The promise of what was to come had been misunderstood.
She had to find him, make love to him one final time.
Try to explain how it was, why it was, what she was.
She would never be free, and They could never be.
The two lay side by side, sated by passion, he sleeping, she awake looking at the sky.
‘I love you,’ she whispered.
The moon came out in its full gleaming splendour.
She drank in its beams, the hunter transformed as he stirred.
‘I’m so sorry…’
As she drank his life’s blood, his last thought was how beautiful she was.
This was originally written for another challenge over three years ago here in pensitivity101 and I was always pleased with it.
I’ve added two words to comply with Fandango’s one word challenge today, but the original work is my own.