When Do I See You Again? – Short Story

When Do I See You Again?

When Do I See You Again? – Short Story

That is

My Creative Dark Vibe, and I will not apologize for it.

I tried to write “When Do I See You Again?” as a horror short story because a contest’s rules were to create a supernatural setting. Since I am prone to challenges, I always go for new experiences in every field because boredom kills me. Relying upon someone to make my day interesting is not my thing.

Today I share a bit of my dark side’s thinking. Here is the short story if you’re interested to read it.


Valery was on a walk. She hated crowded places. That was the reason why she usually went out into the night. The streets were empty and calm in the late evening hours.

Lost in her thoughts, Valery walked many miles and found herself near a dark place. From a young age, darkness attracted her. The absence of light gave Valery tranquility.

It gave her peace of mind to focus and think about life situations and choices.

As the woman stood gazing at the night sky, a shadow came out of the dark. It was a man with dark hair and sparkling eyes. He wore informal black clothes.

– Good evening, beautiful lady — told he with a gentle voice — Are you not afraid to walk alone at night?

Valery was stressed out. She blinked her eyes for a minute, and then she collected herself.

– Good evening — answered the woman with a cold tone — Are you not ashamed to disturb the walk of a stranger, mister?

The “mister” blinked and smiled.

– Can I join your walk then, milady?

– Of course, you cannot — spoke arrogant Valery

– But it is midnight, and it is dangerous — continued the man — At least let me walk a bit with you, pretty lady.

– Okay, I need to walk more than 1000 steps to have my 10000 for the day, and then I go back home — with an indifferent tone, Valery continued — join me for the 1000 steps and leave, please.

– I agree, because I also need so many steps to finish my night 10000 steps — replied the man — My name is Saber, by the way. And may I know your name?

– Okay, mister, I am a defender of equality. My name is Valery.

Both people started to walk together. But they didn’t do it in silence. They talked about different topics and then found out that they have too many things in common.

That was the start of Valery and Saber’s dating. But everything was too good to be true.

One day, Valery called Saber to go out for a walk. He declined. Their meetings happened only at night hours.

The woman started to feel suspicious. She began to avoid the man. He knew that could happen. One night he decided to tell her the truth about himself.

Saber called Valery, but he didn’t pick up her phone. He came to her house. After many hours of waiting before her door, she decided to hear his explanation.

– I am a vampire, Val. — told confused Saber — I didn’t want you to know because you may feel afraid. — he showed his teeth to her.

– That changes nothing between us — spoke Valery calmly — I always wanted you to tell me the truth and to have no secrets from me — she hugged Saber.

The couple started to date every night, and the bond between both lovers became strong.

Valery fell more in love with Saber. He drank blood from little animals and used hospital blood banks.

Time passed, and Saber started to want the blood of Valery, making her his own. The desire was almost unbearable. The lovers weren’t consuming their relationship physically yet.

Saber was afraid he might hurt Valery.

One night, she asked him straightforward why they didn’t do sex and the man explained his reasons well,

– But I want you — said determined Valery — Let’s do it, it doesn’t matter what will happen.

– Are you sure, my Love? — asked Saber seriously — You may die in my arms, bitten by my teeth.

– Even so, I will be better to die in your arms tonight than to be never one with you in heart, mind, and body. -She sipped a glass of wine to herself and Saber.

In their lovemaking, Saber had bitten Valery many times. He gave her in advance a drop of his blood into the glass of wine she drank. She died and became alive again.

When Valery woke up as a vampire, she was thirsty. Saber slept still. The woman couldn’t control her thirst and went out looking for prey. She attacked an innocent child and killed him.

After she realized what she had done, she screamed and cried aloud. Saber came running to her, finding out what happened.

– What have I done? — Valery asked with empty eyes.

– Hey, Dear, stop it! It is not your fault! It is mine! Please do not blame yourself, but me! — begged Saber, clearly seeing what he did to his beloved.

– I will kill myself this morning when the sun rises — Valery spoke determinedly. — I do not want to stay in this world anymore. I love you with all my being, Saber, but I can not live in the night with guilt. Please let me do it. — the woman stood with her remaining sanity and dignity.

– I will follow you, my love — Saber stood proudly -It is my fault you are like that, and I will bear my consequences. Let’s die together, but first, let’s bury the boy.

The two lovers went silently to the cemetery. They buried the boy’s body with honor. They held their hands after, kissed, and hugged themselves for the remaining sunrise hours.

– When do I see you again, my love? — asked Saber, his soulmate and only one heart’s flame.

– I believe in good endings, rebirth, and miracles, my darling — answered Valery, gazing at her first and last life’s companion — In the next life, let’s meet again in human bodies.

– That will be our story end, my lady — smiled Saber.

– No, it will be our new beginning, mister — complemented Valery, her man.

Sun rose, and both lovers turned into bright flames.

Their souls met immediately and were reborn, meeting themselves again, looking into each other’s eyes like mirrors.


I wrote that short story for a contest, and it was rejected. My intuition tells me my work was cliche or uninteresting. Whatever the reason is, it will not change my love for night’s creatures, mythology, and dark fantasy worlds. I have always loved Gothic fiction.

When I was younger, I took part in a fantasy world setting writing with 4 more people. It could become a great online roleplay game, but time passed, and the co-workers became lazy to write continuously. The world idea sat in the stopped time. I tried to write books about the world, but I still haven’t finished them.

However, it is one of my life goals to finish Murion’s fantasy world stories that I created because I love my characters a lot, and I understood other person’s creations too. They are unique – from Asmodeus to Vampires and Humans.

The purpose of short stories writer is to love the involved characters, giving them feelings, and proper stories that touch the readers.

It’s Not That exactly, It Seems – Prose – Poem

True love is unrequited

It’s not that exactly, it seems


Life is a gamble that we do not always win. Looked for something, then left it in between.

Maniac stories for the topic of love always win.  It’s not that exactly, it seems.

Valery met Kingston – she was proud he was her soulmate. But he didn’t share her alluring beliefs. Looking for twin flames is life’s preposition. Both lovers got physical, but not more than that. When Kingston had all, he wanted, Valery gave all that she had. In the end, they separated with various emotions in their hearts. One person wanted a partnership till the end of the time, but the other wanted just to have fun at night. Different pages that seemed alike. It’s not that exactly, it seems.

Universe has a weird sense of humor. Giving a lover, then took it away from the other, leaving mirrors of shattered glass. Illuminations for the happy end of the love birds. Birds love flying with a different compass. One with another, not likely because it was just a bypass. It’s not that exactly, it seems.

So, there were Kingston and Valery Black. They met in virtuality, a beautiful world. Where they believed their fate was like those of the bards. The song was fulfilling, with a passionate romance. They wondered daily will their mutuality would have the pass to a better living. It’s not that exactly, it seems, Alas.

Both fowls become wanderers of the ceremonial farce. Kingston was in love, but not with Valery Black. She loved her knight deeply, protecting him with her might. In the end, she was the one leaving him because of her feelings of pride to be a woman that can bury the Dark light forgiving. It’s not exactly that, it seems.

Kingston was chilling – then he became cold as a stone speaking to his ex-thing of love with the formality of the tone. After the breakup, Kingston said that he felt neither good nor bad.

It proved that he put a knife in Valery’s back indifferently. The woman cried out. Why did God send her a lover, then take him back? He was never hers, in general. The bubble of mutual loving feels what was not adequate. Where is the beauty of love? It’s not exactly that, it seems.

Not all love stories have the happy ever into the sunsetting’s end. People do not always go to the beach hand in hand. Look at Kingston – he moved far away with his next, beautiful darling that made him forget the short-flaming Valery Black. Look at the woman – even she left, her heart was broken because she was made by the man she loved to go away for the better. Responsibility is in transfer to separate by the words of pardon for being hurt by his ways of cowardness. Is this bravery? It’s not exactly, it seems.

Time went by. Valery Black stopped to cry from the pain that had torn herself from inside. She wrote a notebook with all the pain and the screw from the past unrequited love story. She sometimes fantasies how things could be if Kingston gave her a chance to be his woman outside her sexuality. But that would not be the boy he seemed to be. The lack of audacity and the will for comfortability made him the rational man want to be. It’s not exactly that, it seems.

Sometimes Kingston wonders what if he was together with Valery, and when he wakes up with sexual infidelity. He has always wondered how could she love him for who he was in eternity. Did Kingston miss her? Lying next to his bride, he looked in the distance, searching for Valery’s sparkling eyes. Whenever she saw him, she smiled. But he made his decision and went out of Valery’s sight. Was that alright? Still, Kingston tried to speak with Valery aside.


From The Author Of Prose-Poetry:

I participated in a Writing Competition with that poem. I was rejected, but I felt proud because that is my first-time Poetry-Prose. The good about that type of short writing is the author can tell a great story mixed with stanzas, scenarios, characters, and emotions. That Prose – Poetry contains parts epilogue, prologue, etc.

I love the feeling that poem gives me, and I believe the readers can feel the same.  It was challenging to write that piece. After Triolet and French Troubadour Poetry forms that one also was interesting for me to try.

Personally, that poem was my goodbye to my ex-lover, and now I am free to move on with my life, looking for new and true love.


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