by: Callie
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I shifted in my chair as his gaze fell upon me at the party that night. I knew at once that he was different. His stare induced fear into my body, and I trembled. My hands trembled, as I held my drink on that night. My heart raced as I saw him stand from his seat across the room and slowly make his way through the crowd. His body moved with such grace and determination, I could not help but gasp as he stepped in front of me. His hand reached down and pushed my drink gently to the table. I gazed up at him, captivated by his beautiful eyes. He took my hand in his, smiling. "May I have the honor, my lady, of a simple dance?" His voice was deep and smooth, unfaltering. I stared at him in awe, the most magnificent creature in the world, standing in front of me. I smiled and nodded slowly. He led me by the hand out onto the floor. He slid his hands to my waist slowly; I wrapped my arms around his neck. As we swayed there, my mind raced, asking me questions I knew the answers to. What I am doing here? What was I getting myself into? I didn’t want to answer them. The song seemed to last for hours, as it ended he took my hands in his. He led me out onto the balcony, where the moon shone brightly on his pale face. His Brown eyes gazed penetratingly into mine, as if he could see inside of me. He brought his hand to my face and traced my lips with his thumb. I trembled, wanting him badly. "Would you like to go for a walk?" He asked softly, his voice a passionate song to my heart. I nodded. We walked along the street, in the moonlight, his hand wrapped gently around mine. We had walked for nearly two hours, when we stopped. He looked, once again, into my eyes, seemingly looking for something. He looked down quickly, almost ashamed. I pushed his head up again with a finger. "What?" I asked. "Is there something wrong with me?" "No…never, it’s just that…" he looked away again, "oh nothing." "Please, tell me?" I asked gently. He looked at me again, this time sadly. "You are so perfect, and I, so wretched." He looked into my eyes as he spoke the word ‘perfect’. I laughed. "Perfect! Not hardly kind Sir." He looked deeper into my eyes. "More perfect than you shall ever know. So pure, so good…so beautiful. Perfect." "Why did we stop?" I asked half to myself. He pointed to a tall mansion on the hill where we stood. "My home, sweet Lady." He bowed gracefully. He led me up the walk, my eyes wandering back and forth upon his nightly garden. He opened the massive door slowly, beckoning me inside. I entered the huge ballroom slowly, in awe and wonderment. He led me again, to a smaller room, the library as I remember it. The walls were lined with books, many older than this room. He motioned to a small, crimson cushioned couch. I sat. He walked out of the room, re-entering quickly with two small glasses of red wine. He handed one to me; I smiled and thanked him. He sat next to me on the couch, smiling at me. His face was beautiful, in this shallow light, his dark hair shining lightly. I returned the smile. He introduced himself as John, and nothing more. He hushed my lips as I attempted to tell him mine. "I shall know, when the time is right." He said, releasing my lips from under his finger. I nodded and sipped my wine. He opened his mouth to say something and closed it quickly, but not quickly enough. I saw them, four small fangs, jutting from his jaw. Two on the top, and two on the bottom. He covered his mouth and looked away slowly, seeing that I knew. I slipped my hand to his shoulder, telling him, without words, that I would not hate him for it. He turned back to me, on his face was a look of pain and suffering. I wanted to know, wanted to know everything. He told me. He talked for hours; I listed for the same hours. We drank wine, he cried, I cried, we held each other. It was the most intimate night of my life. He told me of his life, of his loneliness, of his fears, of his desires and dreams. I listened, wanting him badly. I was getting tired, but didn’t want it to end. Once, as I held him, I told him I wanted it. He had looked up at me, and smiled slightly, then laid his head on my shoulder again and continued telling his story. I was captivated, by his voice, his words, his entire being. "You are tired my Lady." He said once. I shook my head and he shrugged. A while later I yawned slightly. "You are tired, I shall end here, and let you sleep." He took my hand and led me up a huge and winding staircase. I stumbled from weariness, and dazedness from his story. He lifted me up and carried me into a large elegant room. He laid me gently on the bed, smiling. I smiled back, barely believing that this was real. He pulled my dress over my head when I sat up, noticing that I was clearly too tired to do it myself. He laid me back on the big canopy bed and smiled at me. He leaned down slowly, as I reached up to touch his face, and kissed me so gently and passionately I felt as if a thousand birds were singing in my heart. I returned the kissed and pulled him closer to me. I lay on the bed, kissing the most wonderful man in the world, and thought about my earlier request. As if reading my thoughts, he lifted his face from mine, and looked into my eyes. "Take from me, please." I nearly begged him. "I can’t," he shook his head, "I can’t do that." I begged him; I could see the hunger in his eyes, the need for it. I needed it too. And then, he kissed my lips, as I have never been kissed before. I knew then, that I wanted him, that I needed him, that we needed each other. I wrapped my arms around him; he touched my face tenderly. He kissed my chin, my throat, my neck. I trembled with fear and excitement. His kisses got softer as each passed. Then, I felt his body tremble, he could fight the urge no longer. I sighed dreamily as I felt his tongue on my neck. His fangs grew slightly sharper, and he slid them softly into my flesh. My body tensed with the pain that shot through it, but soon, the pain subsided and turned to a beautiful feeling. If I were you find the words to describe that feeling, I would be the poet, which had accomplished all unreachable tasks. He drew the blood softly from my body, as I faded in and out of consciousness. He pulled away from me, breathing heavily, and put his hand on my face. His thumb traced my lips and I smiled. I closed my eyes and opened them slowly. When I had opened them again, I saw blood dripping from a wound on his wrist. "Drink of me, and we shall be immortal together." I pressed my lips to his wound, swallowing slowly, and sucking lightly. He pulled away, and kissed me. My head felt light and airy, and I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. I woke to darkness; I could hear him breathing heavily, somewhere in the room. I sat up slowly as the room began to materialize before me. I saw him now, his head leaned on the edge of the bed, he was sitting on the floor near where I sat. He was where he had been when I fell asleep. I looked around, then stood, careful not to wake him. I dressed, and went downstairs. I made myself coffee, I didn’t drink it. I looked out the window; the moon was out already. I heard him stir in the room above me. I walked up the stairs and into the room silently, to see him standing at the bed, looking down at it sadly. I knocked on the door lightly, he spun around quickly. A bright smile crossed his face at the sight of me. I smiled back. He walked to me quickly and lifted me in the air. "And now ends my stories of loneliness and sorrow, and so begins a tale of love and joy." He kissed me. He took me to see the world, everywhere I always dreamed of. Which is where I leave you now. I shall always be with my love, John, and he will always be with me. And so ends this tale, of love and joy. |
