Sweet Temptations

Lyra laid in bed trying to relax, but she couldn’t. She kept on thinking about Monroe. She hadn’t seen him in a month and had been worried that he had been caught the last time he had come to see her. It was forbidden for him to see her, but he still came despite the risks. What had put her mind to ease was the rose she found next to her when she woke up the morning before. She knew that he would be coming, she just didn’t know when. She decided to get a glass of water since she couldn’t take laying in bed anymore.1

She came back up and put the glass on the table. She sat down, but a sudden chill down her spine made her stand back up. She looked around her room, but it was too dark to see anything. There were no stars and the moon was hidden behind the clouds. She had an eerie feeling that she wasn’t the only person in her room. She started walking and had her hands out so she wouldn’t hit anything. She passed her window when her hand brushed something cool and silky and she stopped and let her hand rest on it.2

It felt familiar, but she couldn’t figure out why. Then she realized how, it was Monroe’s cloak. She grasped it in her hands and let the familiar scent rush through her. She felt a hand trace down her neck and rest on her shoulder. Just as she turned around, the moon reappeared from behind the clouds and released Monroe from shadow. 3

He was tall, his black hair gently resting on his shoulders, his skin was the color of ivory, and had blood red eyes that seemed to stare into her soul. All of it would’ve made her back away in fear if she didn’t know that he wasn’t going to hurt her. He looked at her and his face seemed to get gentler as he did. The last time he was with her, they had talked about her leaving with him the next time her came. He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her. She always felt safe when she was in his arms. When he let go, she turned her back to him. He wrapped his arms around her again and lowered his head down to her neck. 4

He could feel her pulse, it was quick with anticipation and nerves. His grip around her got tighter as he whispered,” You have nothing to fear.”5

It was enough to make her heart melt. She could feel his heartbeat, it was getting faster and so was his breathing too. He was slowly coming undone with desire for the precious red life that flowed through her body. She tilted her head for him to break her vein. By now his breathing was short and gaspy. He brushed his lips against her neck and just the way he was acting said thank you.6

With his fangs protruding fully now, he plunged them into her neck. Her knees buckled and she almost fell, but he had her and wasn’t going to let go. She could hear him take her in gulps. He was in pure bliss, the fact that she was willing to let him do this made it that much sweeter.
When he was done, he loosened his arms around her waist. She turned around so she could rest against him for a minute. She felt exhausted and just wanted to sleep. She let go and walked back to her bed. He took his cloak and walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her lips. She closed her eyes and heard him whisper,” Rest tonight and I’ll return for you.”7

He kissed her again and when she opened her eyes, he was gone, buy lying on her bed was a rose.