Memory Eaters

Memory Eaters

The woman I live with deleted her memory again. I don’t know why she keeps doing this. Why she feels the need to go to the Memory Eaters every time her heart gets broken. I’m surprised she even knows who she is, her brain nothing more than a patchwork quilt of disconnected memories.

I watch her as she cries, but I know I can’t go to her as I’d like, because let’s face it, I’ve been to Memory Eaters, too. They made a mistake with me though, or maybe she paid them to, I don’t know. I’ve heard her talk on the phone about the one that got away and I sometimes wonder if it’s me.

I guess Memory Eaters was a good idea on paper. Offer a service to the public with the tagline: “Got a bad memory you’d rather not have? We can erase it forever.” It’s interesting to note that the company never said what happened to the “eaten” memories. Were they truly gone forever or did they just store them to sell to other clients? Maybe like old junk in an attic, your trash was someone else’s treasure. And with that thought in mind, could you erase one memory and pay to have another inserted in its place? I’m sure someone out there has the answer, but like me, they ain’t talking.

For me, it’s because I can’t. A direct result of what she calls the accident, I have been rendered without the power of human speech. Though I think she may have felt remorseful over the incident, nowadays she takes it in stride, and only rarely does she carry that apologetic look on her face. She just sets the water bowl and food dish before me and watches me lap it up. I think somehow she finds it amusing that I was once her boyfriend, and now thanks to Memory Eaters and their “accident”, I am a dog, or at least I think I am.

“Memory Eaters” 2002 Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

Strange Days Indeed: About

As a writer, I find myself toying with different kinds of fiction and poetry. I love to explore unique themes, or at least ones that are unique to my normal fare. If I had to classify my writing , I’d say  I lean more towards vampires and ghosts, but I also like to indulge myself in cozy romance, humor, and every now and then, some sci-f or fantasy adventure. It is a bit of the latter that I now find myself assembling into a collection I call, Strange Days Indeed. 

Within the confines of this collection, I  hope to assemble all my “odd” writings that just don’t fit in elsewhere. Weird, bizarre, speculative perhaps, but definitely not my usual thing. Still, I hope maybe you’ll find something you can sink your teeth into for a brief moment. 

I’ll be posting these stories, and some poems, in random fashion, as I’m digging into my back catalogue of writing notebooks to see what oddities I can find . My main focus at the moment is the “Vampire Boys” serial, and the vampire themed poetry chapbook, “Blood Red Passion”, but I thought I’d throw some of these your way, too. Hope you don’t mind the distraction…

See you soon and happy hauntings, my friends…

Vampire Boys Of Summer: Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Friday & Everything’s New

The morning sun filtering through my window awoke me. I’ve always been slow to wake with my head kind of swimmy for a few moments, but this morning was different. It was as if everything was new to me, even waking up. I lifted my head off the pillow and stretched. I was in my bed, still dressed in my oversized Hyde t-shirt and jeans. I tried to remember how I had gotten here, but it was all fuzzy. I must have walked home and just plopped down in my bed from exhaustion. I got up and stepped to the window to look out at Haru’s house next door. There was no sign of him, or of anyone, over there.

“Good morning,“ a voice said from behind me, and I noticed something I hadn’t before. Haru was sitting backwards in the chair at my desk, arms draped across the back and his head resting on them.

I didn’t yell or anything, but it did startle me. By reflex I covered myself, though I knew I was already fully clothed. “You scared me, Haru,“ I explained.

He smiled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just watching you as you slept.”

“Watching me, why?”

“Because I’m yours now.” He tilted his head in a curious gesture. “Aren’t I?”

I had never imagined anyone as gorgeous as him would want to be mine, to be bonded to me in such a romantic fashion. It was a bit strange, this feeling of having him as mine. I couldn’t get my head around it.

“Do you want to be?” I found myself asking.

He got up from the chair so slow I thought time had come to a crawl, just so I could savor the moment of seeing him walking across the room to me. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned and I found my eyes admiring where his collar ended and his chest began.

“Everything I want to be,“ he said, “is right here.” His hand rose to my face and he extended his finger to touch my eyelid. There was this heated sensation that washed over me, just by having his fingertip touch my lashes. I blinked, and in the briefest of moments when my eyes were closed, his lips touched my eyelids in a tender kiss.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Nora, are you up?”

Haru took a step back with an embarrassed smirk across his face. Then he opened his mouth and answered her. “Yes Mom, I’m up.” The voice that came out of his mouth was not his; it was a mimic of mine, even down to the agitated tone I usually took with my mother. At first it freaked me out, hearing my voice come out of his lovely mouth, and I put my hand up to my face to keep from giggling.

Mom couldn’t tell the difference. She thought it was me. “Okay, well I have to head out. Can you get to school okay?”

Haru opened his mouth to answer and I covered it with my own hands. “Okay mom, that’s fine,” I said. “Have a nice day.”

After I heard her descend the stairs and the front door close, I took my hands off his mouth. “Are you trying to get me in trouble? Mom would have a cow if she found a boy in my room. Were you here all night?”

He smiled. “For most of it. I had to go do something, but I came back to check on you. I just thought I’d like to watch over you. “

I blushed. It was so sweet to have a boy want to do that. And I said as much.

“It’s nice,“ he said, “to be so enamored, so captivated, that just to be away from you a little while is torture. I watched you sleeping, and when the sun came up and crossed your face I counted all your freckles in the light.”

I knew I had freckles, but they weren’t very prominent. Or at least I didn’t think so. There were some light ones across the bridge of my nose, maybe a few on my forehead.

“Fifty-two,“ he said. “You have fifty-two freckles on your face. They make you unique and beautiful. There is no one that the sun has painted more wonderful than you. I can only imagine how they must be on your shoulders.”

I turned a couple shades of red. Not because there were in fact freckles on my shoulders, but that he had thought about seeing them.

He grinned. “I’m sorry. I’m embarrassing you. I’ll try to keep such romantic thoughts to myself.”

“No, it’s okay. Please don’t.”

“Do you have romantic thoughts?” he asked.

“Right now I do,“ I confessed.

He took a few steps closer to me. “Do you really have to go to school today?”

“I..I should.”

He pursed his lips and nodded his head. “Yes, I guess you should. But tonight…would you accompany me somewhere?”

“Yes. Where?”

“It’s a surprise. Do you like surprises?”

“I do, if they involve you. Last night was a surprise.”

He smiled. “The most pleasant one ever.”

I turned from him so he wouldn’t see the fifty shades of pink that crossed my face. “I..I guess ..I should get ready for school.”

“That’s fine. I’ll see you tonight then.” He walked over to the door. “I’ll let myself out.” He stepped out into the hallway and then thought of something. “I know it’s an odd thing to ask, but would it be okay that while you’re at school I use your shower? Something is wrong with ours and I don’t know if the plumber will get out here today.”

“Um, yes I suppose so. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

“Cool. Thanks, Nora.” He stepped back into the room and kissed my forehead before heading out once more.

There are three things I thought of while riding the bus to school. One was that even a kiss on the forehead from Haru was maddening enough to be sensual. Perhaps that’s why he made it quick, so as to not get so caught up in emotion that I never make it to school.

Second was, I never had liked my name much, but the way he spoke it made it sound so beautiful. There was something about the lilting tone of his voice, soft and gentle, but with resolve and authority, like I imagined angels might have once spoken to men.

And last, I couldn’t get the fantasy out of my mind of Haru in my shower, the water cascading down his bare, hairless chest, as he lathered his long blond hair with my shampoo.

These thoughts, the last one in particular, played over and over until I got off the bus and was greeted by Angela, whom I knew could see the change in me. In fact, I think she said it best with her first words. “Omg girl, you’re glowing.”

I felt like I was glowing, as if the butterflies of last night had turned into fireflies and lit me up from within. I didn’t even feel like I was the same person as the one I was a day before. Haru’s attention and delicate kisses had taken root in my soul. His smile, his touch, the way he had felt lying on top of me in the grass. We had been fully clothed, but for me it was an intimacy that made me feel naked and bare, as if he were a gentle sculptor and I was the untouched clay he was molding into something beautiful. But I couldn’t say these things to my friend. “Oh, really?” was all I could muster.

As we headed to first class, I noticed things anew. No longer did I walk with my head down or blinders on my eyes. Now I felt confident, and in silence I dared anyone to mention the Facebook rumors about my sexuality. “Oh yeah?,“ I would reply. “Well hey, I made out with a boy last night, so shut your face.” No one said anything, but that’s what I would have come back with if they did.

We went to my locker first. I half expected either another vicious note or perhaps Luhan waiting, but neither of those were there. I grabbed my first period textbook and got ready to close the door when Angela said, “Hey, here comes that girl.”

At first I thought she meant one of the Trumps, but I quickly realized she meant Chinatsu. The statuesque vampire was dressed to the nines. Short skirt. Tight designer top. Fishnet stockings. Leather boots. And in her wake trailed at least ten boys vying for her attention. She came up to me and gave me a hug, pulling my ear close to hers. “Now this is the curse of the vampire,” she whispered so low only I could hear. I wasn’t sure what she meant, until she turned around and nodded at her fan boys. I laughed. After all, most girls just wanted one or two boys to take notice, and here she had almost a dozen of them falling over themselves just to get her to make eye contact with them. She looked at one, and held his gaze for a few moments. When she turned back to me, he passed out and would have hit the tiled floor if his friends hadn’t caught him in time.

“Um, how was your date?” I asked, trying not to gawk at the whole scene.

“Oh girl, it was a bust. I went back and he was gone. Most nerd boys will wait forever, but I guess I found his limit.”

She was right. I could see Colin as the long suffering wait forever type, and with her looking as beautiful as she was I couldn’t imagine him standing her up.

“Have you seen him since?” I asked.

“No, I guess I scared him off.”

This was odd. Colin never missed school. He’d had perfect attendance since the sixth grade, maybe even sooner. “Maybe we should check on him, “ I said to Angela.

She rolled her eyes. “No way. Don’t you remember how much he has been crammed up my butt? Chi, you can have him.”

The Japanese girl smiled. “Oh, I’d take him. You American girls don’t know what you’re missing, chasing after jocks and skaters. Well, except you Nora.” She winked at me as if to say she knew about last night, and then turned on her heels to face her admirers again. “Oh my,“ she said in mock innocence, looking down at the boy who had passed out. “Does someone need CPR?”

I thought every boy in the hall would fall down.
I had to give it to Angela. She made it all the way through first period without asking the question that was burning a hole in her mind. In second period however, it became too much to bear.

“Okay, give. What happened last night?”

“What do you mean?” I teased.

 “Come on Nora, you’re walking on cloud two thousand and fifteen today. Something happened, didn’t it?”

I couldn’t hold back the smile. “Yes.”


I took a deep breath before telling her. “Haru kissed me.”

“Oh my God! Really?” She seemed to bite back the urge to squeal. “How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long did you kiss? Was it a little one? Big one? Tongues? What?”

“Um…well it was a pretty long kiss.” I hesitated a moment for effect. “With tongues.”

“Oh my god… I’m getting the image in my head right now, “ she said.

“In the dark,“ I added.

She looked at me and grinned.

“On the grass.”

“What? No way. You mean, like him on top of you?”

I nodded my head.

“Slut. Did he try stuff with you?”

“What? No. He was sweet. We just lay there making out. He didn’t try any funny stuff.”

“Well, he will. He may be hot looking, but he’s still a guy. You better prepare yourself.”

I shook my head. “Your head is always in the gutter.”

“Well, you better get yours there too, and drag your body in there with it.”

“He’s not like that, Ang.”

“Okay, whatever. So what happened after making out on the grass?”

“Well, he just walked me home and spent the night.”

I thought she was going to choke. “Spent the night?!”

“Yeah,“ I said with a shy, teasing grin. I was starting to enjoy this in the same way the madman gloats over his plan to take over the world.

“In your bed???”

“Well, no. He sat in the chair and watched over me as I slept.”

“Aww man, you lucky bitch. I’m dying here. Please tell me you found out he has a brother.”

“Nope. Just him.”

She shook her head. “I hate you,“ she whispered with a joking grin on her face.

I looked at my watch and felt a little devilish. I sighed with a heavy breath.

“What?” she asked, as I knew she would.

“Well,” I said, glancing at my watch again, “right about now he’s probably taking a shower in my bathroom.”

Her eyes grew wide as saucers. “No freaking way! Tell me you have a webcam.”

“Angela!” I scolded. “Do you have to be a pervert all the time?”

“Um…here let me think….yes. Yes I do.”

We both laughed so loud the teacher had enough and sent us to the office. We would have got detention for disrupting class, but seeing there was only a week of school left, the principal let us slide. Instead she sent us to study hall for the remainder of the period, where Angela continued to ask me every question she could think of. When I told her how he had lifted me and carried me down the porch steps, I thought she was going to fall out in the floor like Chinatsu’s admirer.

The rest of the school day dragged by. Because I was dying to see Haru again, anticipating nighttime and whatever he wanted to show me, time almost slowed to a crawl. I should have known that by the end of the day Angela would have a plan of some sort, but when it came I still wasn’t prepared.

It was outside fifth period when she asked me, “Do you still have that Babymetal t-shirt I let you borrow?”

“Um, yeah. It’s in my closet.”

“I need it,” she said.

“Okay, I’ll bring it to your house tomorrow.”

“No, I need it tonight. I’m going to the club. Friday night and all. And then Saturday is…”

“Yeah, I know. I’m going to miss the show, don’t tell me.”

“So, can I get my shirt after school?”

I was reluctant but agreed. After all, I knew the reason she wanted to come over. A chance to glimpse Haru in my shower, or at least from my bedroom window. She wasn’t fooling nobody. I told myself, and her as well, chances are Haru and his shower time at the Williams House would be long over by the time we got there. I was hoping he would be long gone and sleeping in a coffin somewhere, waiting for the night like a real vampire.

I very nearly made it through a school day without trouble, but as Angela said, it was Friday. We were heading out to catch her bus, when she grabbed my arm. “Uh oh, Trump alert,“ she said.

Coming around the side of the building were the two remaining Trumps. Amanda must have still been nursing her broken nose. They came up to us so close we could smell their hooker perfume.

“Your Kung Fu girlfriend isn’t always going to be around to save you,“ Kari said.

“Even if it takes all summer,“ Chrissie added. “You are dead meat.”

“Being dead meat is better than being dead weight,“ I snapped back. Angela’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe I said that. Neither could I. I must have gotten instant nerve during all that kissing the night before.

“What did you say?” Kari asked, astounded.

“It must be hard for you to walk today,“ I replied. “Seeing its Amanda who usually carries both of you.”

Again, a shocker from my lips. The boldness was starting to frighten me a little, then I saw both of them clenching their fists. If they launched at me together, I was dead meat for sure. But, they didn’t attack. I guess they thought it more prudent to bide their time and wait for their fearless leader.

“You’re talking big now,“ Kari said. “We’ll see how big you are this summer. We’ll catch up to you, maybe at a party, maybe at the pool…”

“Now that’s what I can’t wait for,“ someone said from behind us. “To see you sexy ladies at the pool.”

We all looked. Luhan was standing there, running his fingers through his hair as if primping for a beauty contest. He looked at me and grinned. “Oh, and you too, Nora,“ he added. He glanced at Angela and raised an eyebrow. “You could take them all,“ he whispered with a flirty wink.

Even though I welcomed the intrusion, I didn’t want the Trumps to think I always needed someone to save me. “It’s okay, Luhan. I don’t need your help.”

He put his hand to his chest as if he were hurt or wounded. “I wasn’t coming to help,“ he said. “I was just going to watch and see how you do with those new moves Chinatsu taught you. Have at it.” He reached in his back pocket and brought out a tiny dustpan and brush. “I’ll sweep up the pieces.”

Chrissie and Kari looked at each other, not sure how to take all this. I wondered if I should go into a martial arts stance to further freak them out, but I didn’t. In a way I felt sorry for them, but not too much. They glared at me, and I knew that once Amanda was back, it was going to be on. For now though, they were backing down, saving their retaliation for another day.

“Humph,” Kari snorted, and turned on her heel and walked away. Chrissie spared me a little longer look, and then she grinned. Deep down, I think she knew it was all a ruse. I didn’t know any new fighting moves. She smirked and followed her friend. I knew I was going to regret all this, and have to duck and hide all summer vacation, unless I put some action behind my new bold mouth.

“Vampire Boys Of Summer “2017 Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

Blood Red Passion: Red Snow

I recall a winter ages ago just like this,
snow on the ground and blood in her kiss,
splayed out on the earth under moonlight,
she lay across me her skin so white,
the truth from her lips quietly spilled
into my own with a shuddering thrill,
she told me to drink of her, rich and deep,
and as her cold embraced me I sank into sleep.

I dreamed of castles high on craggy steppes,
a girl who gave herself with her dying breath,
of her search for the love she had lost,
the price she had paid and at what cost;
and I saw myself as a different man there
with ocean blue eyes and long flowing blonde hair,
how they had killed one and suffered the other to live,
the dream washed over me with memories to give.

So that when I awoke in the snow once more,
the flakes falling around me a hundred score,
her blood reminded me of our common past,
and my eyes sprang open with the remembrance at last,
of her lily white skin and pale beating breast,
the dark of her eyes and her hand on my chest,
I remember the way her lips curled in a grin,
right before a kiss that said “please love me again.”

And as she gave me her blood, crimson and red,
on each other now we so anxiously fed,
until both were slated in the chill night air,
she lay her hand on my chest, labored and bare;
this new life we’d found in the rediscovery of youth,
soulmates once separated, united by a curse and the truth,
I recall a winter ages ago just like this,
snow on the ground and blood in her kiss.

By Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

Vampire Boys Playlist (so far)

While I’m taking a very short break from the story, I thought I would share with readers my playlist of music that I was listening to while writing this tale. I am an avid music fan, especially when it comes to Japanese rock (J-Rock) and Korean pop (K-Pop). For this story, my main character, Nora, is a big fan of  J-Rock too, so it makes sense to me her playlist would be full of music from that genre. So, to get me in that mood I assembled this playlist. Many of these songs are actually referenced or hinted at in some way through the chapters that have gone before, and for those that weren’t, I just felt like they  fit the mood I was trying to create. I’m not going to post links or anything, but you can probably find most of these, if not all, by doing a YouTube search. Hope you find something here you like. I’ve listed the song title first, followed by the artist, and they are assembled in chronological order on how I feel they would fall into the story.

Loveless – Luna Sea

My Heart Draws A Dream – L’arc En Ciel

Queens Are Trumps – Scandal

Las Vegas – B’z

Feel – Exist Trace

Tears –  X Japan

Sweet Emotion – Nanase Aikawa

Incubus – Acid Black Cherry

Ashioto (Be Strong) – Mr Children

Tears & Rainbows – Olivia

I’ll post part 2 of this playlist once we get further into the story. Thank you for reading, and hopefully I will see you tomorrow with another installment of “Vampire Boys”. See you then…

Vampire Boys Of Summer: Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Tears & Rainbows
“Nora, what are you doing out here?” Haru asked.

I spun on him. “I might ask the same of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Were you expecting someone?”

He gave me a curious look. “Well, I was hoping to see someone, yes.”

“Someone like my mother?”

“Your mother?”

“I realize she is closer in age to you than I am.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Nora, I’m only a year older than you at best.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been that age since the 1200’s.”

He looked away for a moment. Maybe it stung. When he looked at me again, I thought I saw a hurt look in his eyes. “What is the matter with you?” he asked.

I put my hands on my hips. “What’s’ the matter with you?”

“Well, the matter is there’s someone I really like. A lot. But she’s really weirding me out at the moment.”

“And how is that?”

“She keeps talking crap about me trying to hit on her mom or something.”

Now I was angry. “You mean to tell me you didn’t summon my mother over here in her slip?”

“Um, no. Why would I do that when I can summon you in your…oversized Hyde t-shirt.”

He was making light of this and I didn’t like it. I was about two seconds away from slapping him. “I’m serious, Haru. Did you summon her?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Can I believe that? Can I trust you?”

His face was expressionless, the bangs of his long pale blond hair nearly obscuring his eyes. “Do you think you can?” he countered.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“In that case, I guess you can’t.”

It was not what I wanted, nor needed to hear. This wasn’t just about my mom sneaking over here in the dead of night, this was about everything. The Trumps and Ryo, they couldn’t be trusted. I was unsure about Chinatsu and Luhan. Though they helped me, I wasn’t sure why. I could trust Angela to a point, but not enough to tell a secret to. I needed to know there was someone in this crazy world that I could trust, and now Haru was telling me it wasn’t him. It was too much. I began to cry; not the loud sobbing that you see in all the movies, but quiet tears falling from my eyes and running down my face. I was too proud to wipe them. Let them fall, the jerk.

Haru looked at me almost emotionless. “If you have to ask me if I can be trusted, you’re not going to trust me anyway.”

“I have to know if I can trust you. I can’t play guessing games, Haru. I’m not sure who’s really on my side. Are you on my side?”

He took a step closer to me. “Yes, I am.”

“And you didn’t call my mom over here to you?”

“No, I did not.”

“Would you ever hurt her?”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Would you ever hurt me?”


He reached his hand up to my face. He lay the palm flat against my cheek. My tears rolled towards his hand, then stopped. I closed my eyes to fight any more from falling.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Nora. You are strong, yet your weakness threatens to derail your hopes and dreams. You say exactly what you want to, and yet you hide your most secret scars. You smile, you cry, you comfort, you break.”

With his finger he caught a tear that dropped off one of my eyelashes. I had never seen anything so clearly as that one tear lighting from my lash to dance on his finger. He looked at it and then wiped it onto his own eyelash, as if he were transferring my tears to his face.

“I have barely slept since I met you,“ he whispered. “I’m afraid if I do, you’ll be gone. I’ll wake up and realize that you have just been a dream in my head.”

His finger traced a line down my cheek and beside my lips, the exact path that my tears had followed. “I was upset last night,” he said. “I saw you talking to Ryo, and then I saw him again enter your room through the window tonight, and I thought to myself it was over. It was finished before I could even tell you how I feel, or even how you make me feel.”

I felt another tear coming on. “How do I make you feel?” I asked in a cracked voice.

He smiled, and it almost brought a new round of teardrops. He was so beautiful, and I could feel his heart opening up to me and I wanted to do the same, but I didn’t know how.

“You make me feel…,” he said. “Like I was just born yesterday. With you, everything is brand new and unpredictable. I don’t know what’s going to happen one day to the next. And I like that mystery. My uncle works puzzles, and yet it’s the pieces of you I want to sift through and help put in its place.” He sighed and closed his eyes a moment. When he opened them again, they were the deepest black I had ever seen. So black in fact, they were almost reflective, like a dark mirror in which all his secrets swirled. I wanted to see myself in there somewhere, just like this, with his hands on me and sharing my breath.

“I tell myself,“ he continued, oblivious to my adoration of him in this moment. “If I could just hold you, I would know where everything goes in this puzzle. I would know if I belong here or not.” His own eyes looked as if he might cry at any moment, and I had a vision of sharing his tears, as one might share bathwater with a lover. “May I?” he asked.

“May you what?”

“Find out if I belong.”


He enfolded me in his arms, drawing me to him. I felt our bodies meet. His chest pressed against mine so close I could feel his heartbeat. I’d always read, or believed, that blood did not pump within the vampire’s frame. That they were dead creatures without a heartbeat, cold to the touch, and without even the slightest pulse. But I could feel his heart beating. It was nervous, strong, and fast. His hands were on my back and I could feel the pulse of his wrist through my t-shirt. And when he pressed his cheek to mine, he was warm. His skin was not cold and clammy; in fact, his body heat threatened to overwhelm me.

His lips grazed my cheek right below the ear and I closed my eyes. It was a soft kiss that lingered on the side of my face. It followed my jaw line in a slow path towards my lips. One of his hands trailed up from my back to the neck, where his fingers seemed to disappear into the dark strands of my hair.

I read a romance novel once in which the character described a first embrace as melting into someone. I wondered for a moment if perhaps they’d known the touch of a vampire too, because I had that same feeling, as if I were melting against Haru’s touch. I’d never experienced anything like it before. Butterflies weren’t in my stomach; they permeated my whole body, and I was dying for him to kiss me. If he didn’t do this soon, I might just launch my lips onto his in sheer urgency.

His other hand touched the side of my face and I swore I could feel the pulse on the ends of his fingers, as they drew a line down to my throat. His lips, still tracing my jaw, made a slow descent there, as well. I felt his warm lips part on my skin and I thought to myself, “Oh my god, he’s going to bite me and drink my blood.”

Still, I tilted my head back, offering it to him if he wanted it. This was not like it had been when Ryo had come on to me. Then, I had felt manipulated, as if my actions weren’t my own. But here with Haru, it was a sweet surrender, a willing sacrifice just to be with him.

His teeth lightly grazed my throat, and I waited for it, but it never came. It wasn’t my blood that Haru wanted. His lips left my throat, and with his hands on both sides of my face, his fingers rested at the corner of each eye.

“I cannot live another moment without knowing the taste of your kiss,“ he whispered, and leaned his face in towards mine. I looked into his eyes and saw myself, waiting, dying to know his kiss as well. Before his lips touched mine, I felt his warm breath on my face, and I closed my eyes so he would not see how much I longed for this. Our lips touched, and I felt my hands moving to the back of his head, my fingers clutching for his long pale hair. His hands left my face, and he pulled me against him until not even the air could pass between us. His lips parted against mine and I welcomed his kiss. Our open mouths, warm and moist, threatened to devour each other, and I ran my tongue along the inside of his mouth and teeth, not even caring how sharp his fangs would be.

If someone could have seen us in that moment, they would have thought we were lovers who had been separated, only to find each other across oceans of time. We were not like fumbling teenagers, oblivious on what to do, too shy to kiss for long. Our kiss seemed as if it would be eternal, and when he lifted me in his arms, I wrapped my legs about him, my fingers still wrapped up in his hair. He carried me like this down the porch steps, and when we reached the bottom, I felt as if we were falling on a cushion of cloud and air. His lips released mine and my eyes opened up to look into his beautiful black pupils. I realized we were laying on the ground, and I could see the stars behind his head as he loomed over me in the most of pleasant of ways. I closed my eyes, as his lips came down upon mine and the world melted away from us.

“Vampire Boys Of Summer” 2017 Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

Song for Haru & Nora’s love theme. This song is amazing and beautiful. It is in Japanese, except for a few English lyrics. And if you look up the English translation, the words just seems to fit. Hope you enjoy 🙂

Blood Red Passion: Crushingly Beautiful

She lies in velvet
so crushingly beautiful
and I come her
longing to lay with her

Her pale skin glistens
moistened by the waning moon
and as I climb
into her waiting embrace
I am enslaved.

She smiles like heaven
or how I imagine it to be
and her lips call me
ever beckoning to let her kiss
my supple throat.

Her teeth the savior
That will take me from loneliness
and as she drinks me
my whole body screams yes
wanting more.

She lies in velvet
so crushingly beautiful
hoping she’ll make me
her eternal lover

By Paul D Aronson.