Vampire blues

B stood in the dimly lit room peering into the black closet filled with coats and musty winter clothing that hadn’t been worn for over a year. The closet was simply a small nook in the room and something pulled her in, not a physical being, but a feeling that lured her in. A desire so overwhelming over came B like primal urge for sex, something beyond merely desire, something lustful, carnal. She walked into the closet, the coats and scarves brushing against her skin and was embraced. The darkness pulled its hands around her and held her tightly. For a second, she felt the fear of being here almost held against her will. But the fear intermingled with the delight creating a powerful dialectic. She paused breathing softly and realized that she was not just standing in a closet with clothing but in the warm embrace of an old gentleman. In a dark cloak and top hat he was clearly the famed Dracula. Grandfather of vampires. She didn’t even realize that she was bitten, perhaps she was not. Instead, she felt the excitement of being pressed up against the body of this mysterious man, whose touch was soft and reassuring. Within seconds she left the closet. B didn’t know why, but she felt like it was part of the plan. As if she was part of a play and she was a character that needed to follow a script. She wanted more of the vampire embrace, but feared the man with depth of her soul. The longing and fear both pulled and pushed her away. Then a young woman came up. The lighting in the room changed. Less dim, the room lightened up and the lady came in smiling at B. The woman was cold and demanding, unlike the old man, and she pulled B towards her at the waist for an embrace. Instead of the comfort before that insured her this was the right path, this vampire woman felt skinny and heartless. She was not after love, or desire, or any other positive emotion. She was merely after the blood that flowed through B’s veins. B pushed the women away and growled, “You are not part of the script. Get away!” The woman laughed revealing her sharp teeth and walked down a flight of stairs to the floor below. She turned, her blue bustled skirt rustling and opened a blue matching parasol. As she turned with the parasol, hiding her face, the light in the room changed to a dark dim blue. B could barely see and wanted to find the old gentleman. Not only did she want to find him, but she felt in this strange place, that he was her only solace, her only safety. Although she also realized that he was one of them too. She opened the door to the room and walked into a hallway. The hallway was short and she realized that it didn’t go anywhere, but merely reconnected after it turned four times. The blue light became brighter and she realized the presence of a new vampire. She looked around and couldn’t see anything, but she felt a particular fear tingle up her spine. Where as the woman had seemed cold and frivolous, this presence felt dangerous. She knew if he found her, she would be in mortal danger. A slight sound seemed to come from her left. Slowly it grew louder and she realized that the sound was a harmonica. The harmonica music moved to her right and then appeared to move back to the left, in front of her, behind her and all around. The sound going lighter and heaver as if the spirit surrounded her, but not at all. She continued looking around for the corporal being of the “blues” vampire, but non-surfaced and she ran down the hallway trying to escape.