Using the back stairs and quiet steps, Valleen and I found our way to the upper part of the house. It was quiet there, even the servants preoccupied downstairs with the company. This afforded us a most... interesting opportunity, for lack of a better phrase. I remember it well, unfortunately. All of it.... It makes me shudder to tell the truth, so I am going to skip ahead just a bit. I'm sure that you're intelligent enough to put together the details of what happened all on your own. If you're not, well then thats simply too bad. I'm not waisting my breath on you.
An hour had past, and a long one at that. By that point I was confused and rather tiered, however the night had only just begun. I had suceeded in seducing Valleen, and now I partially wished that I hadn't- but I needed her to open up to me, I needed to know those things which she kept from me. "Vally" I whispered softely into her ear, my lips lingering upon it "You still didn't tell me what your plans are for me, my dear."
She gave a light chuckle and kissed me again upon the lips "I do confess that this was part of it..." Then she sighed, her eyes catching mine, and then wandering, following her hand as it lightly caressed my neck. "But there is more."
"And what is that?" I asked still somewhat confused. Something in the way she was looking at me wasn't quite right- there was something different, something dangerous to it and yet also a sense of detatchment hidden behind her deep hazel orbs. She seemed softly preditorial, and almost sorry for me.
"Tell me, Nigel" she said softly again raising her glance to mine. "Do you want to be like me? Like this?" She gentely took my hand and laid it upon her heart. "It does not beat, Nigel, but it does burn just the same. I will not take you without consent, but I confess, I cannot live without you otherwise..."
"Oh, Valleen, Valleen.." I purred, nuzzling her and letting my lips again fall to her pink, supple lips which set in the sweetest pout. "I couldn't refuse you, you know that, let alone what you offer me."
"If I do this thing then you must swear to be loyal always, not merely to me, but also to the politics and policies which I am part of and practice." She sighed heavily, her eyes adverted from mine and her hand softly touching my neck. She seemed so sad then, and I cannot forget it- the sorrow with which she took me under her wings. I've never truely figured out why, for I've never seen her so ever again in all these long years which have passed. "Nigel, I am a monster, and that is what I shall make you, do you realize this?"
I smiled and gently kissed her lips before taking my hand to raise her gaze into mine. "You are the lovliest monster I have ever met. I've no fear of this Valleen. I can handle this, I am ready."
Her eyes seemed to twinkle, and her pout transformed into a soft smile "Alright" she said "I will take you." Then she did, much to my astonishment. Bringing her lips to my neck (an area which she had previously allowed her lips to touch only very sligtly for fear of loosing control) and with those pointed teeth she had been hiding, pierced my flesh to drink.
I spun. I'd never felt such euphoria before, nor so much confusion. It didn't matter though, I didn't need to understand it because it was lovely. No other word could truely explain what the embrace was for me. It was a release from the pains of all my mundane troubles, and the petty exsistence which I was subjected to for so horribly long.
Then it was over. I felt myself fall, spiral back to conciousness. I rubbed my head with a groan and sat up, finding myself on the floor.
"I'm sorry Ms. Richmund, I'll not trouble you further...." that voice again, that man that I had seen at the party some time ago. I remembered him, though why I cannot say.
"You're damn straight that you won't. Believe me, they'll hear this in court, and I will not come to your aid when the harpies begin to tear you apart. Not anymore. Not after this." She sounded pissed, to put it mildly. Apparently her associate had come in while I was unconcious (I was for about fifteen minutes, so I was told) and interrupted Valleen from the task. Its an outrage for another to enter such a situation of embrace without consent, for obvious reasons I should think. Although it did not help that she was at that exact moment re-dressing herself from the earlier activities.
"Christ, Valleen" I mumbled "do you have to be so bloody loud?" Her voice was murder to my ears, like claws against a sheet of slate. It had always bothered me before, but now it actually made me ache....
