The Prophesy Of Err

The Prophecy of Err

Ron Koppelberger

Thriving on the whirl of scandal and potion the obsession became an amusing prediction of the blessings that influence the expectant bite. She welcomed the teeth, the blood, the sex and the overture the vampire had to offer. He suppressed a grin and licked his cool red lips in fervent respect for the offer of sustenance. She astonished the triumph in his victory of desire, passion and lust with the pulsing throb of her slender neck. He gasped and a tear rolled from the corner of his eye as he prepared to feast on the virginal delights of total abandon. She accepted his response for she knew the prophecy of err.
The tiniest droplet of blood trailed in a thin line across the nape of her neck and onto her white silken gown. He sighed and said, “Myth looks good to the essence of err, defer me not from this accolade dear virgin. I have lordly intentions and your house.” She was delirious in the change for he had given her the gift. She said, “the err of your magic is in the innocence of fine wine and sour stomachs, I have a rare condition, my blood is mixed with the strain of the silver bond…….in sunshine and subterfuge we know the prophecy of err.” He considered this for a moment and said, “renegades are my passion dear virgin and the err is in the marriage of prey and meager heed, you are a creature reborn and I say usher in the sun and the moon sweet child…….worlds of slow will and quick err rejoice the twilight.