THE ETERNAL by Bobby Asghar : Chapter 1

THE ETERNAL
touch. Sensitised, flushed, steaming hot, gasping breath,
she was adrift, and at ever dizzying heights. His lips
dashed a path across her cheek, and she tilted her head
back. Enraptured, opening up to the vampire’s kiss, she
barely heard the voice curse out from the bridge above,
much less took note of the shock in its tone.
Noise was nothing untoward, considering the time
and locale, and on hearing the voice cry out, Dave paid
it little heed, just carried on working at her neck and
shoulder. Still, there was a quality to it that set alarm
bells ringing in his mind. Forewarned, he glanced across
the water, then saw something, on the surface, slowly
closing on the black beneath the bridge. He stopped
mauling her. She breathlessly asked what was wrong.
Chin over her shoulder, eyes straining in the dark, he
wasn’t sure how he should answer.
When Lisa asked the question for a second time, he
blurted out a curse in God’s name. The tremble of his
voice and that he’d jolted so had her beside herself with
fear, but that which spiked her terror was his
subsequent demeanour: pallid, mouth agape,
shuddering, and his eyes were dilated with horror and
fixed on something behind her. She couldn’t breathe to
ask what it was. If she could, she didn’t want to know.
There was salvation in denial, but the sugar pill was
fleeting; the urge to look, long since beyond
overwhelming, drew her like a needle to the north.
Twisting about, there wasn’t time for all eighteen years
to flash before her eyes: for want of a bed-sheet, she
saw utter vulnerability; absent night-light, her worst
fears clawed out of darkness; she dearly wished her
father would stroke her hair and sing her a lullaby—and
then she screamed.
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