Nightwatcher
an excerpt

Selection from Chapter 2

The thing pulled me, or rather, I slid like a shock victim, right into its arms. My head felt nothingness, spinning, and I’m sure I blacked out for some minutes, though I don’t know how many.
When I came to, I heard it whispering, above me.
“I am yours now,” I heard myself say, and I didn’t even know why, except that it felt right to say.
“Yes,” it sighed. “You are mine, beautiful one. You’ll belong to me ‘til the end of your days…”
“How long,” I asked languorously, for I was still in a bit of a frightening, but soothing sort of trance, “will that be?”
“Longer than you can imagine,” it whispered into my neck, and I felt myself sigh. The fingers were cold, but the mouth was warm. It buried its soft, sensual lips into the hollow of my collarbone, the tender place beneath my jaw, the spot behind my ear. I whimpered.
“Don’t kill me,” I begged suddenly, and it was more like a whine, for which I hated myself soon after.
“Oh,” it sighed again, and the quaintest feeling of relaxation came over me, as if I were falling asleep in the arms of a lover, “I shan’t. Not yet, at any rate. If…no. I can’t give too much away now. All will become clear…in time…oh, how sweet you smell, lovely.”
My eyelids fluttered, and my lips parted. His hands…I had begun to think of it as him now, for it was unquestionably male…his hands, cold as ice, were like the hands of a mortal worshiping a goddess who had given him leave to explore her supple body. Mine was anything but supple—in fact, it was a bit awkward, though my lower half was a bit more well-formed than the upper—but he/it seemed to touch it almost with a kind of desperation, and he kissed me then, a full, long, lover’s kiss, mouth-to-mouth. No tongue—thank God—just lips, and the cold radiance of his faintly shimmering skin, which I could see now in the dim light of the alleyway. It had been pitch-black before, even with the streetlight, but it was beginning to gleam faintly, as if with some strange inner light.
“I love you,” he said fervently, and I could tell he didn’t mean it, that it was more an expression of wanton desire than anything else, but an odd thrill rushed over me as he said it, and my body inexplicably pressed against his more firmly.
He tipped my head back with his cold fingers. “Time now,” he said, almost sadly, but there was a demonic flicker in his glittering yellow orbs. I hadn’t yet seen them for their true green—there wasn’t enough light for that.
“Time for wh…” I gasped and left the final word unsaid, my eyes rolling back into my head as my consciousness began to ebb. He was on my neck again, but this time it felt as though he were giving me a particularly violent hickey, one that made my vision swim and my knees buckle. I knew I was going to pass out, and I began to struggle, the trance wearing off.
“Mm-mm,” he murmured disapprovingly, holding me a bit more firmly, his teeth still sunken into my skin—I realized now that he was not simply sucking on the skin, he had actually pierced it through, and was…oh, God…no.
I did faint, then, my world a swirling black, and my eyes fluttered closed for the last time as a true human being.