I Am a Slave...

I am a slave to him.

He who wanders through shadows. He who hunts the dark.

No one can know. No one would understand.

He has powers over me beyond any human persuasion. He controls me, subtly. Calling to my soul in the small hours of the night. I am unable to refuse. I am unable to tell others of my nighttime encounters. Would I tell anyway? So subtle is his control it makes me question my own motives. Was it my idea, to wait in agonizing anticipation? Or does my body betray me... Do I actually want his cold touch, his indifferent silence? I am not sure. My judgement clouded and compromised.

I quench his many thirsts. For sex, for blood, for companionship, but I know I am only one of many. How many others sustain him? Would I be jealous if I knew?

I do not know when his form will darken my window next or when I shall turn a street corner to find him waiting for me. I can only bide my time until our next encounter. Until he needs me again.