Warm breath mists the pane, obscuring her reflection. Her eyes refocus on the trees outside, mere looming shadows against the ink of the sky.
Airless & still, not even the song of the night. She shudders, its cold, reaching to secure the window, theres a brief flutter to the right. She looks peering through the gloom. Nothing. The window thuds harshly in the soundless night as she closes it.
The breathless whisper in the shadows sends shivers coarsing through her. Invisible fingers caressing her inner senses. The moonlight casting shadows across the room silhouetting her form through her sheer nightgown, giving her a shimmering, almost ethereal aura about her.
With the pale cream skin and deep brown eyes, full, red pouting lips and mahogany hair framing her finely chiselled face, the whole vision was one of surreal fantasy, a beautiful surreal fantasy. She shivers again, barefoot on the flagstone floor, standing in front of the window, breath leaving misty droplets in the air.
"Beautiful my dear" came the deep, warm tenor tones from the shadows, "simply beautiful". She was startled momentarily but smiled as she dropped to her knees in deference to the owner of the voice. She kneels, head tilted forward, thick hair hiding her exquisite features from view.
A tall, immaculate man emerged from the shadows. He had a gothic elegance
and a delicate demeanour, exuding authority and presence. Cupping a large brandy glass in his left hand, and riding crop in his right, his piercing blue eyes never left the kneeling form, she shuddered at this scrutiny. He smiled a small, warm smile.
He gulped down the last of the brandy and placed the glass on a nearby table. Tucking the crop under his left arm, he casually starts to remove the leather glove from his right hand, pulling one finger at a time. "My dear", he began, gliding silently towards her, "how long have you belonged to me?" he asked. "a year Sir" came her confident, clear response. He nods approvingly, "yes, a year" he says as he reaches out and tilts her head backwards with the tip of his index finger, delicately placed under her chin. "Yes, a year".
Their eyes meet, reading each others souls she stands silently, eye contact not breaking, deeply unquestionly they drink each other through their eyes. So strong their bond they could spend an evening together and not utter a word, but still meet each others desires perfectly.
He walks around her slowly, pausing briefly at her audible gasp as their eye contact breaks, deciding to disregard this he continues to survey her. Not touching, only scrutinising her with his eyes, she shudders as the goosebumps raise on her skin.
He presses a button on a console and music fills the room. Lilting, evocative, powerful music that embraces her with his arms. Closing her eyes and drifting with the music and the power of his arms as they sway together. "You are perfect for me" he whispers as he guides her with his strength. She gasps at these words, feeling desire for him her eyes snap open, deep brown pools now alight with flames of passion.
"Will you always be mine?" he asks quietly, whispering against her hair, his fingers stroking, teasing her copious waves to neatly sit behind her shoulder. There was a pause, the atmosphere was almost palpable, "yes" she breathes. "Are you sure?", he croaked, emotion deadening his rich tones. She swallowed hard and in a clear crystal voice, echoing in the room quietened by the night, "yes Sir" was her response.
He smiled, fangs coming forward he sinks his teeth into her throbbing, pulsing artery, drinking deeply of her blood filled with her love for him. She sighs, collapsing into his strong arms, aroused by the increasing lightheadedness. Embracing the darkness as he drinks. Her eyes focus on the mirror opposite. She sees the blood seeping through the flimsy material of her gown, clinging to the full curve of her breast. Smiling, her eyes rest on where she knows he is, but the mirror defys his presence.
He gasps as he breaks from her, stopping just as her heartbeat begins to slow, feeling her love coarsing through him. He picks her limp form up with ease and carries her to the bed where he lays her tenderly. Laying next to her, he gazes at her lovingly, caressing her doll like face, glowing white like porcelain in the moonlight. Her eyes flicker open and he smiles, pulling her into a deep passionate kiss. Breathing his strength and love into her, he pierces his tongue with one of his fangs. With the kiss, comes his crimson, the lifeforce and carrier of his love for her that will make their union eternal.
Amaranth
23 February 2012
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