A Vampires Tale

A VAMPIRE’S TALE 1

She felt his eyes watching her even from across the room.  She had parked outside this tiny bar, only to use the phone.  As usual, her NON -sense of direction had gotten her lost.  The only difference this time had been the pull she had felt to make that last turn off the interstate.   She glanced his way again.  Were his eyes glowing?  She shook her head convinced she was seeing things, and looked away again.  Suddenly she felt a touch to her arm.  She glanced up and flinched in surprise. 2

“Are you looking for someone?”  His voice was quiet, barely a whisper in the night. 3

She felt as if the air had suddenly gone out of the room, like tendrils were reaching to her insides, pulling her towards him.  Her mind screamed out the answer, and yet her lips were locked in silence. 4

“ Are you lost?” 5

She couldn’t stop looking into his eyes.  The colors kept changing, first brown then green and now a color which reminded her of tidepools she had played in as a child.  Again words seemed unable to come. 6

The stranger reached out a hand to touch her forehead.  “Are you sick?” 7

Pure electricity shot through her head, the power of his touch coursing downward and spiraling around her loins.  She felt herself grow warm, then shaky, and then a sensual feeling she had never experienced, suffused her body and mind. 8

The stranger smiled, a soft smile, “If you are none of the  forementioned, would you dance with me?” 9

For the first time she became aware of music playing softly in the background.  She looked into his sea-green eyes and nodded. 10

His hand outstretched, he beckoned her to come with him, his arms immediately pulling her close to him.  He held her tightly against him.   Her body seemed to fit so well with his.  His loins pressed to hers, she could feel his need growing.  His hand slid down her backside and pulled her closer still, imprisoning her warmth to his hardness. 11

She sighed and placed her head on his shoulder.  “What am I doing?”  Her thoughts grew confused. 12

“Does it matter?” 13

The thought sprang to her mind and yet she knew it was not her own.  She looked up again into his eyes, the crystalline blueness of them commanding and soothing. 14

“ Christine, I want  you.  Give yourself to me.  You must, I command it.” 15

She shook her head trying to get the demanding words out of her mind.   “ What is happening to me?  How does he know my name?”   With a jerk she pulled from his arms and stepped to move away. 16

“Christine, please, come back to me.  I have been waiting so long for you to find me.” 17

She shook her head, words fought to present themselves.  “ I...I.. don’t even know you!  What do you want from me?” 18

“You belong to me!  You always have.... remember!” 19

Christine held her head, squeezing the voice out of her head. “ STOP IT!  STOP IT! STOP IT!!” 20

The bar grew quiet and the patrons glanced her way.  The bartender looked puzzled.  “ Miss, are you ok?”  He looked around, not seeing anyone.  “ Is someone bothering you?” 21

Christine looked at the man in front of her and at the bartender.  She beckoned with her hand towards the stranger in front.  “ Don’t you see him?” 22

The bar patrons began to whisper amongst themselves and the bartender sighed.   “GREAT”, he thought, “ another crazy!” 23

Christine began to shake.  The stranger before her only smiled, that soft commanding smile, which demanded things of her she did not want to give. 24

“Christine, no one can hear me, no one can see me, except for you.  Accept this and come with me.  Let me show you things you have only dreamed of.  Let me show you fantasies from within your mind.” 25

His words rolled across her ears like a hypnotic command.  She felt herself become light.  She began to sway, leaning into his embrace.  “Come with me Christine, I have much to show you.” 26

The bartender watched with relief as she drifted outside.  Just as she opened the door, he thought for the smallest moment that he saw a man, dressed in black, wrap his cape around her.  When he looked again, she and he were gone. 27

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He scooped her into his arms.  Before she could speak, he swept his hand over her eyes and although she tried to resist, she felt her eyes flutter closed, and she gave herself into the sleep, which she could not fight. 29

He looked into the face of his sleeping charge, sighed and bent his head to touch his lips to hers.  Her lips were warm and he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her once more. 30

She sighed and her head fell back, the warm whiteness of her neck exposed to his view.  The pulse of her heart beat there and with a sudden hunger, he bent and touched his lips to that spot, his tongue slipping out and tasting the flesh of her neck.  He could smell her female scent and it made him feel strong, anxious. 31

He moved across the night sky in a blur of motion which took him to his home in mere moments.  The door opened welcoming him home. 32

His hands once again swept over her eyes and they opened.  Christine looked about her.  The flickering candles lighting the room were warm and cozy.  She was disoriented but suddenly became aware of his arms.  As he released her, with a start she remembered what had happened in the bar. 33

“Christine,” he bowed gallantly, “welcome to my humble home.  May I pour you a glass of sherry?  RED is my preference, but I do have white if that is your preference.”  He chuckled softly at his own irony.   34

“No... thank you.  I don’t drink.” Her heart was pounding now, her fear of the unknown beginning to grow. 35

“Christine.... Do not be afraid, you will find only pleasure in my touch.  I promise you, I would never hurt you.” 36

“STOP IT!   Why must you speak inside my head?  If you wish to speak to me, then do so!  Otherwise SHUT UP!”  She held her hands to her ears, desperate to shut his words out of her head.   37

He smiled; her flashing eyes amused him.  “ All right, with words it shall be.”  His eyes darkened, a deep smoke color swirling in them.  “ Come to me then.”  He reached out his hands and grasp her by her wrist, not hard but brooking no arguments.  His hand slipped to the nape of her neck and he brought her face close to his lips. 38

The touch of his hand was like a drug in her veins.  Her blood slowed and thickened, and warmth suffused her settling in her most erotic points.  She gasp a long breathed gasp. 39

He came close, as if to kiss her mouth, but stopped just short.  He inhaled her scent.  No artificial perfumes, just the musk of a woman on the edge, one scared to see what was on the other side of ecstasy. 40

She licked her lips and that was all he needed.  His mouth came down upon her.  His kiss was ravenous and yet it was soft.  His mouth opening and encouraging her to do the same, his tongue tempted her.   41

Christine heard him growl, low in his throat, as he feasted upon her mouth.  His lips traveled to her eyes, kissing and touching, down to her neck and that pulse which beckoned him so.  She had never felt such a hunger from a man before.  She feared it and welcomed it. 42

He pulled her head forward and kissed the nape of her neck, nuzzling, tasting, licking, and then bending her head back, again sought the pulse of her heartbeat. 43

“ Oh God, what is happening to me?” The desperate cry echoed within her mind. “ Who are you?  ?Why me?  Oh God...don’t stop!” 44

His lips smiled against her throat as he heard her battle with herself, and suddenly he stopped his ravishment of her throat.  His eyes, a swirling kaleidoscope of greens and blues, twinkled at her.  With one quick step back, he released her only to bow a gallant bow. 45

“M” lady, allow me to introduce myself.  In my haste I have forgotten all decorum.  I am Eric, Lord of this place I call home.  And YOU my dearest are Christine, the woman who has tempted my soul for centuries.”  He reached for her hand again and with the gentlest of touches kissed the back of her hand. 46

When she made to pull her hand from his grasp, he turned it quickly, and kissed the palm of her hand, slowly kissing a trail up her forearm.  When he reached the inside of her elbow, he placed her arm around his neck and pulled her surprised body once again into the warmth of his embrace, his mouth possessing her as before. 47

Christine moaned.  His kisses melting her attempt at resistance.  With a sudden hunger that took him by surprise she began to return his kisses with the most passionate fever.  She plied him with the teasing taste of her tongue as she played dueling master with him.  With every exhalation of his breath into her lungs, she grew more and more one with him.  His breath entered her lungs and like passions drug, spread the length of her body and settled with heavy sensual ache between her legs. 48

His hands found the swell of her breasts.  His hands kneaded the softness and his thumbs teased the hard peaks.  With an impatient yank he pulled the fabric of her blouse apart.  His hands released the confines of her bra and her breasts fell free to his ravenous mouth.  He suckled and nipped and soothed the peaks.  He buried his face between them and inhaled her scent. 49

Christine was transported in sensual bliss.  She grasp his head and encouraged his assault on her flesh.  “ Please.....I... need,  I...want...Oh...God.. Eric!” 50

Eric reveled in her passion.  Her cries for fulfillment transporting him to another time, another place.  He remembered but did she? 51

His hands roamed lower, his long fingers dipping beneath the satin panties.  He teased her there, slipping in and out of her wetness.  His fingers swirling over the nub of her need.  She arched her back and opened her legs farther, wrapping one around his back.  Again his fingers dipped, bringing the taste to his lips.  He found her watching him, her eyes suddenly clear, but dilated with her passion.  She smiled at him.  He dipped his fingers into her core again, and brought the taste to her lips this time.  She suckled his finger, her eyes closing again.  When she opened them again, he was the one smiling at her.  He kissed her, the slow dance of tongues begun once more. 52

Eric swept her into his arms and effortlessly carried her up the intricately carved staircase.  Hundreds of candles lit the bedroom where he placed her upon the huge inviting bed. 53

Christine watched as he began to unbutton his clothes.  Her eyes followed every movement, darkening with every button he undid.  When the shirt was gone and his hands reached for the buttons of his pants she rose from the bed. 54

“Please....let me.”  Her fingers were shaky but determined and within moments she released his hardness to her gaze.  Her hand enclosed the smooth turgid flesh.  She looked into his eyes; the colors swirled with every touch she conveyed to his body.  Her lips claimed his mouth again and then followed to his neck.  Her suckling and licking was his undoing. 55

“CHRISTINE!  You are mine!”  His mouth fell to her neck, age-old instincts drawing him once more to her bloods pulse.  He could feel the pounding of her heart beneath his lips.  His hunger raging he fought to find control.  He pulled her hard to his body, her softness molding instantly with his.  His fingers dipping within her, his mouth moving towards her neck, his hunger foremost in his mind now. 56

Christine pulled away suddenly.  She put her finger to his surprised lips. “ Please ....M’Lord...if you would be so kind as to lay upon yon bed” 57

His eyes, even in their darkened passion smiled at her. He once again corralled his want of her and lay upon the black satin sheets. 58

Christine finished pulling the clothes from his body and then lay upon the bed with him.  Her eyes smiled at this stranger before her.  “ I think, M’Lord...you believe yourself to be master here.” 59

Eric laughed out loud for the first time.  “ THINK....M’Lady?, I KNOW I am the master here!” 60

Christine proceeded to straddle his prone body.  She smiled into those eyes of passion and mystery.  “ Nay M’Lord,   I am most DEFINITELY the master here.”   With a controlled move she impaled herself upon him.  Her soft warm wetness surrounded his heat and his sudden exhalation of breath came out as a hisssssssssss in the candlelit room. 61

She closed her eyes, her head thrown back; she began to ride him.  Her hips rotating and then rising and falling. 62

His eyes watched her every move.  Every nuance of facial expression brought him joy, but when she threw her head back and the pounding of her heart was exposed in the white softness of her neck, his other hunger rose again. 63

With a quick reversal of rolls he flipped her to her back.  He drove his hardness deep within her.  His eyes held her prisoner; He willed her to look into his eyes.  He did not allow them to close as he rotated his hips and drove within her again and again and again. 64

“Christine, hear my voice, look into my eyes, feel my hunger.  You are mine...you have been for eternity.  Let me feast upon your sweetness.  Do you remember?  Do you remember me?”  His voice trailed off to a whisper, which echoed in her mind. 65

Christine lifted her hips to meet his every thrust.  She grasp his head and pulled it to her own.  Her lips claimed his, her tongue teased him.  She turned her head and exposed her neck and then pulled his lips there where her heart pounded, where passion flowed.  Again and again she arched against him, the tide rising higher.  She pressed against him, her wetness seeking his hardness.  Again and again these two bodies ached together.  A final thrust and they were both brought almost to that point of no return. 66

Christine cried out in surprise and Eric’s eyes dilated with something akin to pain.  His mouth sought her neck once more and he gave the commanded whisper.... “No pain M’Love”  His lips closed over her artery. 67

Christine pulled away with a startled look in her eyes.  Quick as lightening she flipped him back beneath her and with sudden remembered hunger and joy she bent to his neck and sunk the razor sharp fangs into his neck.  She convulsed, her loins contracting hard around him, his warm blood filling her mouth.  She fed..... her hunger...her lust....her love...her passion.  She could hear the pounding of his heart in her head, strong, and then weaker.  She drank holding his head in her hands.  She gyrated against him, and he thrust within her.  Each could hear the pounding of a heartbeat as it rose higher and higher.  With a final motion, the crest was found and they both tumbled down into the long tunnel of eternal bliss.  Her fangs withdrew and she licked and soothed the sight of her hunger. 68

With the sweetest of words she whispered to his ears.  “ Eric...my love...I remember you.   Forgive me,  I finally remember you.  How could I forget you?   Please...M’love....if you so choose, tis  your turn now.” 69

His eyes opened and though weak and drained, they flashed with desire once more.  Again they reverse position and he grew within her.  His hardness seeking once more within her swollen self.  He kissed her eyelids, he kissed her mouth, he tasted himself upon her lips. 70

Christine turned her neck, wanting him to see the pulse.  Its cadence calling to him once more.  She pulled his head there and gasp when the first sharp feel of his fangs opened her.  “ Yesssssssssssss Eric....My love... 71

Yesssssssssssss”   72

With each thrust he showed her all he had missed these many years.  He drank from her neck, the warmth filling his mouth and fulfilling his dreams.  He arched against her, the wonder of completion theirs once more.  Long sighs filled the night, their two forms wrapped together in sensual bliss. 73

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Christine looked in the mirror; she looked different somehow.  Her eyes were brighter, her smile more knowing.  Memories came back of that other time.    “ I am home.... finally I am home.”  She smiled as Eric came up behind her. 75

“ So much for old wives tales about not being able to be seen in mirrors.”  She laughed and stood, stepping into his arms.  “ Have I told you thank you,  for bringing me back to where I belong?” 76

Eric nuzzled her neck, his lips teasing the already healed pulse spot of her neck.  “ I have missed you M’ lady.  I think tis time we made up for all the years I couldn’t hold you in my arms and so turned to so many sad substitutes.  Considering it twas YOU who created my hunger, I think I am owed.”  His eyes were bright with humor, but as her hand roamed downward, they darkened with centuries old desire. 77

“ I have missed you too M’ Lord.  In my dreams I saw you, but I resisted the memories.  Please.........”   her hand surrounded his growing hardness,  “allow me to express to you.....”  holding his length, she led him back once more to the bed,  “ just how much I have missed you!”  Laughing she pushed him onto the sheets.   78

-Two lovers...and the dance of lust and blood began anew- 79