Literature
Angel in the Moonlight
I awake suddenly, and sit up in bed.
I listen intently. I am sure I heard her again, calling out to me.
But there's nothing; it's all quiet in the room. My glowing amber eyes give a cursory scan of the bedroom, noting the tasteful furniture, the stone walls, and the moonlight shining through the windows.
Satisfied there's no danger, I breathe a sigh of relief and slowly lie back down. Sometimes I think I still hear her, even though I know she's dead.
Natla: my creator, my former mistress, my demon.
Then I turn my head and look at the most beautiful sight in the world. There you are; I marvel at the sight.
You lie next to me, sleeping pe