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| She picked him carefully, following him for days
before making her first move. He was besotted instantly, they always were. Her face and
body always thrilled them and once they gazed into her eyes, their hearts were immediately
hers. They saw each other nightly for two months and as each hour passed, his love grew deeper and deeper. By the second month, although she fought against it, she found that her heart too was stirring.
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 The wind was dropping and the moon was shining silver rays upon the
ocean. She opened her eyes and obliterated the memory
from her mind, never to let it return. She took a deep breath and sighed.  Every century brought new
problems, but the twentieth century had brought a scourge that not only threatened her
survival, but relentlessly tangled with her emotions. "But what else can I do",
she thought, "getting AIDS would be like driving a stake through my own heart."
© Lynn McCorry 1996
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She stood alone on the clifftop. The icy wind that skimmed off the
ocean billowed her skirt and cascaded her hair around her face. Her crystal blue eyes
belied the sadness that was within her heart. She hated herself, her existence and
everything that she was. This was the part that was the hardest. The cleansing. The
washing away of those sad emotions in preparation of a new beginning. She had stood here
like this many times before, and as much as she hated to admit to it, she knew she would
stand here again. She closed her eyes, ready for the final remembrance.
By the third month he was pressing the issue.
They always did sooner or later, but this one had taken longer than most. She agreed of
course, with certain stipulations that he was only too happy to agree to. A few weeks
later he told her what she wanted to hear and then produced the proof that she always
insisted upon. She smiled and reciprocated. It was fake of course, she could never have
produced an authentic one, but he was so eager that he didn't notice. 
They rented a small secluded cabin and lit a roaring fire. His eyes were dewy
with anticipation. She could end it now, but she yearned for him as much as he did for
her. It was beautiful, better than it had ever been with any of the rest. Afterwards she
lay her head upon his bare chest and listened as his breath became deeper and steadier. 
He was asleep. With all her heart she wanted to leave, to disappear
forever and leave him sleeping peacefully, but she knew she couldn't. It had been so long
since the last time, so very long and she was getting dangerously weak. She turned to face
him, gently kissed his lips and bade him farewell. Then she ate…
