There we would dance together without music; sometimes without moving.There we would dance together without music; sometimes without moving. Sunrise would find us wrapped around each other, naked, still dancing. Our last night in Vienna was marked by an early return to our hotel. Victoria got up in the middle of the night. She must have stood at the bal- cony window for a couple of hours, looking at the Danube. The moon was full, and it illuminated her profile in a way that made her look ethereal. Tired of being alone in the bed, I walked over and touched her. Or what I thought was her. The ghostly image of her near-perfect body and exotic face was just that. Her laughter, light and sweetly mocking, filled the room. "Victoria?" I asked, somewhat bewildered. I looked at the moon and beheld her face. "I am close to home, and my power is strong at the time of the moon," her voice said. Victoria's face vanished from the moon's surface, then reappeared outside the balcony window. "Come, David, my husband. Come to me, my love." I opened the balcony door. Not too bright a move. A cold, cold wind howled around me. I shut the door quickly and shivered. My wife laughed sweetly, teasingly. Her eyes danced in front of me. They were rubies glowing in the darkness. I walked towards them, as if drawn by an invisible tether. Actually, I was curious about the Cheshire Cat stunt. I felt fangs in my neck, and then Victoria's arms around me from behind. She avidly sucked my blood, lapping forcefully at my neck, sending me into orbit. My head started to spin; my world faded to black, except for two bright red embers... I found myself on the bed. The room was full of thick, soupy, blinding fog. "Daaaviiiiddd. |