When Do I See You Again? – Short Story

When Do I See You Again?

When Do I See You Again? – Short Story

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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.

Peaceful – Short Story

Peaceful Short Story

Peaceful – Short Story


Something that I wrote to prove to myself I can write short stories too.

Sometimes my thoughts transform into that genre, and my thinking confession flows better because it is challenging to use my name in the story I want to tell.

When my mood is for creative writing, I go for it because my love to put my imagination into words is neverending. Every form, genre, and expressive way is leading me to create art in everything I do regarding writing.

So, here we go with my Short Story.

Dana White had an old friend, who owned a bordello. She wondered if someone still visits those places when there are so many motels.

The woman walked down Paris’ dark streets. The woman found the site called “Peaceful” – a strange name for a place of that kind.

It looked ordinary and not showy.

When Dana walked inside, she saw a few half-naked women sitting and drinking wine. The ladies looked at her curiously. Some men entered the place.

– Where is Leyla? – asked the woman.

– Oh, she is in the attic – one lady giggled.

Dana went up the stairs. Meanwhile, some rooms were open, and she saw working girls, but she was surprised – they listened and talked with the men inside.

While Dana went upper to the attic, she observed that most of the men staying in the bordello only spoke with the girls, nothing else. The woman thought the only purpose of the whorehouse was only to sleep with the girls in it.

Something was off.

Both women hugged and sat on the sofa next to the deck. Leyla saw Dana’s pale face and sparkling eyes, filled with peaceful darkness. She knew why her old friend came to her. She sipped a glass of wine, bringing out tissues.

– I came here, Leyla, to search for answers to my past love experience because I think I am screwed up every time I go for a man.

– I know why you are here, sweetheart. It is not you screwed up in man’s arms. It is their uncertainty in their abilities to keep you. Or it may be they do not want to overcome their former lovers.

– Why did it happen only to me every time I try to go for men’s love?

– Because you do not know how to look the real love in man’s eyes. They may be protecting you by not being with you. Sometimes, men lift you with their rejections. They want you to be ready for them, or they – for your love. You go too fast, my girl. And you wait too much for someone else to make you feel appreciated and whole.

– But it hurts me a lot. The pain is unbearable.

– Then, why are your eyes peaceful? Did you give up on love?

– Yes. I did close my heart. – Dana confessed with a cold tone, but tears rolled down her cheeks.

– Do not shed tears for men, Dana. Because when they see your eyes, they will cry inside too. Your irises are the mirror your former lovers saw and will see. That will make them feel unloved, guilty, and unsure. It will bring them more uncertainty and fear of falling in love again.

– But how to not cry, Layla? My heart is torn inside out.

– Is it torn, or is it covered with a ton of padlocks and walls? If so, no one will come to your heart.

– I do not want anyone to come if I suffer again.

– How do you know what will happen, Dana? Will you not try?

– Not now. You may be correct, but I need to heal.

– You do but do not trust the peaceful darkness you have inside now. Try to see the light.

– Are the men here not sleeping with the girls?

– They do, but only when they feel secure to share their deepest thoughts, worries, and lives. Men have their feelings too. Only then do they share their bodies.

– I do not believe it! They are cold and break hearts.

– This is what you want to see now because you feel fury when your love is unreciprocated. Are you sure it was not mutual?

– There was desire, but he denied it and made fun of me.

– It is your fault, girl, do not give whatever men want from you so soon. They lose interest, and even if interested, they will walk away because they scare how pure and deep your love is. If they can’t give you what you gave them, they leave you even if there is love inside them.

– I understand.

– Are you better now, Dana?

– Somehow, but still, I am grieving.

– And you should be. Part of your heart dies with no mutual love. The fault is not only yours. Distract yourself from the past and overcome it Now. Make your darkness tranquil light.

– I will – Dana stood up. – I will come again.

– You’re welcome – smiled Layla.

Both women hugged again. Dana put makeup on her puffy face. She stood up and went down by stairs. This time she saw men and women hug each other in the rooms, watching happily into each other’s eyes. So, that place is where the men can find the security they miss in their homes.

Sad, but true, even the realization of it is Peaceful after some time of analysis.

Men and women look for love outside their relationships when they miss it and do not work toward it. That may be delusional at some points, but it is up to people to make it a reality.

That is a revised post.

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