Vampires Kiss

Have you ever been so hungry that food talked to you, I have, and this is that story.

I’m hungry, but what do I choose—from somewhere in the distance I hear a whisper.

Choose me, while other foods may snap-crackle-pop—I sizzle.  Imagine a late night craving and a midnight rendezvous.  You head for the kitchen where I wait for you—tender, juicy, and plump, longing for your gentle touch to bring me into perfection.

Piercing moonlight dances through the pitch black of night, shimmering its magic upon the shiny utensils that lay before you.  You reach in the cabinet and pull out that old black skillet handed down through the generations.  You place it on the stove with the clank of cold steel upon the burner.  You ignite the flame with a whoosh, and three pats of pure golden delight start to sizzle.

You make your way to where I wait, and with a glimmer of lust in your eyes, you open my cold dark coffin and wake me from my slumber.  I am your cowboy steak; two-pounds of pure American beef waiting for your direction.

As a whiff of creamy delight tickles your nostrils, you know it’s almost time.  A quick rub of olive oil, made in a little province in Tuscany—a dash of sea salt, a splash of red wine vinegar, and a hint of coarse ground pepper—and into the skillet I go.  Ssssssss

A quick flip and you reduce the flames and wait.  I am all you need, but a simple salad will make a nice threesome.  A crisp romaine, some leafy greens, and a blood moon tomato halved and quartered—a dash of salt, a hint of lemon and creamy garlic, and soon—we will be together.

You light a candle, and pour a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, and it is time.

You plate me, take your seat, and with a gentle slice begin to dine.  As flickers of moonbeams pierce the night, you notice a crimson blood start to trickle down one side of your mouth—warm and soft like a Vampires kiss—you giggle with anticipation of what’s to come, and in the still of the night, you feast.

I know what I’ll be having.

Terry A. Elkins (whyguy)


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Gerry Huntman
    Nov 03, 2009 @ 02:28:33

    Nice, very nice, Terry. The parallels between the allure of vampirism and the desire for food – all the elements are beautifully choreographed! Because I like food a lot, and enjoy cooking a’la carte, I have a weak spot for food in stories – and in particular when they are pitched in a different, almost sinister way. I will post my story Hunger – if you have time have a look at it – very different indeed from yours, except for the treatment of food.

    A couple of editing comments:

    1. Almost the entire narrative is the anthropomorphized steak talking – you choose to use parentheses. Firstly, if you did choose, them, if dialogue continues onto the next paragraph, you place another parentheses at the beginning of the new para – and so forth. Then when the dialogue completes, you finish with the one and only parenthesis. However, I believe you should start the dialogue in a new paragraph, and use italics instead of quotes. Then it will be clearly, unambiguously separated from the storyteller.

    2. “steal” should be “steel”.

    3. “providence” should be “province”.

    The last two were just typos.

    I enjoyed immensely.



    • whyguy
      Nov 03, 2009 @ 10:50:19

      Gerry, thanks, I wasn’t sure how to handle the dialogue for the food, I thought about it and thought about it and went with the parenthesis, but you are right, it would be better with the changes you suggested. As for the typos—damn that spell checker. LOL I’m looking forward to reading “Hunger”.


  2. Joyce Wilson
    Mar 13, 2009 @ 18:49:07

    HEY Terry, I found you And at of all places!,your very own blog, I just made a shortcut to you.I am enjoying your story’s very much. Love you man,jwilson


    • whyguy
      Mar 13, 2009 @ 23:07:48

      I’m so happy you found me, now that you have I hope you won’t be a stranger, it’s nice to have old friends around.


  3. Karen
    Mar 12, 2009 @ 16:11:37

    TERRY!! yuck


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