Vampire and a Little Girl

Vampire and a Little Girl

Will the vampire recalls some things...

“I remember this one time, when I was wearing this lace white gown that spread out around me like a sheet. I think I'd just taken my first communion, or something like that, I was small like a doll then. Maybe it wasn't me, maybe it was for someone else, but I was coming out of the church and the hem of my skirt was dragging and getting grainy with dark dirt. I wandered away from my parents, because I saw a rabbit in the woods. I started walking, but really I think I was running from them. I wanted to get away, I was crying, and I was determined to get lost. I wanted them to come find me, eventually. I loved walking in the woods, I always did.”
“My little body was feeling really numb, because an unbearable sadness was just starting to fade. Whatever I was thinking that made me feel so brokenhearted had already begun to slip my memory, and now I was just walking in the woods by myself. The salt of my tears were stiff on my face, and I felt them pull my skin as I began to smile. I was looking at some lovely flowers, and I saw some fuzzy honey bees inside of them,” Alice said.
“Then, I saw a face appear beyond the flowers. I thought it was a wolf with red eyes, watching me, until my mind began to see the features of his face. His eyes, his nose, his mouth: he was a human recently dead. I didn't run, I hesitated, because I was curious and I didn't think a ghost could hurt me. Then his arms grabbed me and lifted me up, just like a little doll. He was smiling really wide, and it felt really familiar to be lifted like that. His teeth looked sharp, just like a cat's. He said something to me, but I don't remember what it was. I hope it wasn't too important.
“He was hungry, like a stray wolf, and he needed to be fed. I didn't have any food, but then I realized that he wanted to eat me. He took my wrist in his hand: it was a stringy hand, spidery with veins like rubber hoses. He put my arm in his mouth and he bit me with teeth like steel knives, pointed and prickly. I'd never let anyone do that to me, but I let him do it.
"I remember that my wrist was bleeding, warm blood coming down in long streaks that heated my skin in humid drops, and he was licking my blood off of my arm. It felt like a dog, like a hungry dog, his warm tongue lapping my arm. My arm tingled as he emptied my veins, his lips on my open wound, and little pins and needles where my flesh was dying. He embraced me, he squeezed me like he wanted to push more of me into his mouth, and the world began to fade away.
"I woke up walking: I was walking towards my parents, and I got in their car. They asked me if I had a good walk, and they laughed. I was a real spacey kid, they thought I was just being myself, wandering away. When I got in the car, I had the feeling like I was about to fall asleep. It was that warm, fuzzy, dreamy feeling, it was bittersweet. The whole thing was fuzzy, one of those memories that I'm not sure whether or not it was a dream. I remember having two little red holes on my arm, though, the kind of thing that just looks like a couple needle bites from a mosquito.” Alice said.

I had forgotten about that whole thing: about her first communion. I remember now, as Alice speaks the words to me. She was so sad that day, her heart ached terribly, but she cheered up as she walked through the forest.
Alice walked straight to me, where I was sitting in the trees. I crept down from the branches and I approached her. She looked so sweet, and she was so surprised to see me. I picked her up and she was like a girl made out of cotton, light and soft. Her skin was so white and innocent in her communion gown, and my god her face is so sweet and kind. Her sadness is so pure and her heart so easily salvaged by the sight of soft hairs on a honey bee.
I did take her blood that time, it was a golden liquid fire that I licked. I collected it on my tongue like licking chocolate off a plate. Afterwards I held her to myself and it felt like her veins were going in and out of myself like threads of yarn. Though she was young, she had given her blood to me with sweet empathy. She wanted to give me her little apple-juice-and-cookies flavored warmth that was in her own body, though she didn't know I was a vampire. I'm a cold, black icicle that Alice had to swallow. I took her soft warmth away just to melt my own chunk of frost, in the Arctic of my chest where glaciers form massive and unbreakable.
I shouldn't have done that to someone so young, I tainted her with the cursed thorns that are my teeth. I bonded her to myself: a pure innocent impaled on a nasty thorn bush. The flora that I am is all gorged black blossoms rotting on broken branches. She is a pristine mountain stream, and I took a dive into it all covered in mud and feces.
I'm a cold dead hand reaching from the dirt, holding on to a child's ankle.
I'm a mangy hyena jaw tearing apart a rabbit stomach.
I'm a dirty, blood crusted needle sticking out of a pudgy, baby arm.
I'm a black leech sucking on the belly of motherhood.
I'm a rusty screw jabbing into the flesh of a pregnant woman's stomach.
I'm an infected, jagged owl's claw tearing off your scalp.