Welcome to the dark side mere mortals.  And so we find ourselves in the dying days of October once again…which can only mean one devilish thing!!

This year my creepy contemplations revolve around Transylvanian transformations and the Halloween honey trap.

And so behold my latest incarnation – bat like and bedazzling.  As vampy as she is vampiric.  She’s the dormant state of everyone’s favourite fanged fiend, and undercover ‘guise of the ULTIMATE femme fatale.

Ever-so sleek and superlatively supernatural, she’s strutted out of the shadows and flirtatiously fluttered into your mind as the immortal enchantress. Salome.  La Belle Dame Sans Merci.  A Pre-Raphaelite painting personified.

Beware her devilish smile, her all too irresistible advances, her glamorous persona and the hypnotic sparkle in her eyes.  She’s hiding her fangs, her fur, her horns, her talons, all of which reveal her other incarnation and her terrifying true nature….a thirst for blood, and an insatiable appetite for seduction.

Never underestimate her powers of disguise.  She’s a skilled, shape-shifting archetype who can tune-in to your fetish frequency and assume your ‘ideal’ form.  Whether it’s leather or latex, silk or stilettos, she’ll read your feeble mind and extract the information she requires to set her deadly trap and ensure her next victim. YOU!

Love Bites!

So who will you meet when you’re sitting at the bar? Will she be the sweet girl next door, or an impossibly aloof bitch? Will she arrive clad in fur coat and thigh high boots or dazzle you with her bright green/blue/brown eyes?

Your own algorithm will obediently dictate all the above.

And so the conversation flows and flirtatious glances flicker.  Your head swims, entirely unaware of the subtle coercion mixed with her charm.  She’ll subdue you with whatever substance she deems most effective….her attention, her potions, her perfume.

Oh yes you’ll be suitably spellbound.  She’ll have already killed you with just the right ratio of kindness to cruelty.  How did she know?

And all too suddenly the tables have turned, her trigger pulled and her trap deployed.  Fangs sink into skin.  Darkness falls.  The ground gives way.  You’re spinning blindly into infinite blackness, yet her eyes somehow still shine all around you.

Cold shackles catch your wrists, and icy chains suspend you inches from the abyss.

‘You poor, innocent victim. You’re enslaved for all eternity.’

Inside your mind hears; ‘lucky,’ ‘privileged’ and ‘property.’

So this Halloween, if you must go out, soak yourself in Holy Water and stockpile the garlic.  But still be warned, if she’s set her sights on you then you are already HERS.

Happily. Ever. Afterlife.