A story that never was. But could have been.

We could see the moon over the sea as we were walking through dunes towards the beach. And I kept thinking of that huge full moon I had seen over sea in Lisbon last time I'd been there. There were nearly half a dozen bonfires in the beach and a lot of people gabbing and laughing over them so I cannot say we were alone, but it felt like.

It is hard to walk on cold sand at night when you've got a couple of litres of beer down the throat. So when we finally got there, to the right spot in the sand, we slumped down on the sand with another couple of beers in our hands and chatted and laughed the night through. The moon was now high in the sky and the hills could be seen though the fog. That fog would have usually given the night that chilly feeling, but her skin was touching mine and gave me all the heat I needed (plus there was the beers...). I was looking at the moon and as I was leaning my head to one side, I suddenly felt her canine teeth pierce the skin in my neck. Unforgettable.

To be continued...