«Perhaps suffering and love have a capacity for redemption that men have forgotten or, at least, neglected».
— Martin Luther King
Joanna was waiting in her room for the arrival of her visitor, the one who broke her heart, because for years she had given her longing for love, giving out words of sweetness and passion, all of which were shattered that night, when she really knew the secret that had been torturing her for some time, and that in the midst of the darkness, did not let her sleep.
Joanna met Ezequiel in a market, and when she made contact with his gaze, she was spellbound, it was as if she had been the victim of a spell, just as it happens to those who surrender to passion for the first time, for this was the most incisive of all spells, the one that only attacks the heart.
Ezequiel only had to exhibit a smile for her, his pink lips and ermine pale skin, combined with his argent teeth like two diamonds under the clarity of the light, were what captivated her. He approached her with grace and gallantry, and she just stood there, still as a statue.
They only crossed several words, and in the end, he invited her for coffee, Joanna completely forgot that she had to buy the necessities for her home, and went with him, as if manipulated by a trance that she only heard in her ears.
They talked at length, she found him more interesting and only wished that the moment would last forever to be with him, but the moment of farewell came, he made a gesture, paid their bill, told her he wanted to see her again so they made an appointment. She was excited, they took off their phone numbers, and said goodbye, like two friends who would later become something more.
Joanna waited anxiously for the day of the appointment, it seemed as if her soul was going to leave her body and on top of that, become entwined with the body of that stranger. She arrived at the meeting place ten minutes before, which was a vacant lot. It was night and a moonlight illuminated her, suddenly, she glimpsed a stranger in the distance: "Could it be that beautiful man?", she said in her mind, she approached quickly but the figure split into another one, and what her eyes saw, marked her forever.
The girl saw Ezekiel, biting the neck of a man, sharp fangs bloody, leaving him without a drop of vitality. She, astonished with horror, opened her eyes to the limit, put her hands over her mouth and exhaled a scream. Ezekiel saw her as she finished dinner, and his eyes were amethyst-colored, flashing over Joanna's face.
She managed to escape that night, afraid that the monster would come looking for her. Years have passed since then but he never appeared, yet Joanna learned many things since then. She evoked a litany that would summon before her the man who stole her heart with occult spells, and this time, she would be prepared, for because of such deceptions, she crafted her revenge.
THE END
Written by
@universoperdido. March 23, 2021
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