From the shadows where they were hidden, pressed against one another, side by side, they gazed out at the moon-washed promenade. They were alone.
“Soon this will all be just a memory,” said Jarmusch.
“Not if neither of us is here to remember,” Jordan replied.
The waves of the sea were breaking on the beach.
“The waves will remember,” said Jarmusch.
“Ever the romantic,” said Jordan, mocking a little. “The waves have no memory.”
“I am so hungry,” said Jarmusch.
At last, movement. A couple, walking along. Slowly, hand in hand, eyes for each other alone. They crossed the promenade and sat on the low wall above the beach. Backs to the watchers, they faced the sea and the path of the moon in the moving water. They leaned in towards one another and kissed, deeply, for a long time.
There was no one else about.
“Lovers,” Jarmusch sighed. “It had to be lovers.”
“It’s perfect,” said Jordan.
The two left their hiding place and moved in an instant to stand over and behind the lovers who broke their kiss to look back and up, startled, exposing their necks.
The vampires bent, each over a lover’s neck, and bit down.
Author’s note
“Lovers” is inspired by the final scene of Only Lovers Left Alive (2013), a vampire film written and directed by Jim Jarmusch. The film Interview with the Vampire (1994) was directed by Neil Jordan. The author does not in any way wish to suggest that Mr Jarmusch and Mr Jordan are vampires. Clearly the vampires in the story have adopted these names out of respect for the directors.
