The sun's lethal glow left small traces across the sky as it sunk below the lines of mountains. Daray had been waiting in the shadows; waiting for her to walk by. It was seven, and she was unusually late.1
As the last of daylight disappeared, Daray stepped out of his corner, just in time to run right into her.2
"Oh! Sorry sir, you startled me!" She let her fingers slide through her raven dark hair. Her eyes were filled with surprise, and a glow that he had never before seen in a human. Her soft, creamy cheeks flashed life as she blushed, and her full, alluring lips parted slightly to giggle in embarrassment. 3
"My fault entirely m'lady." Daray stepped aside, directing her back to her path; he couldn't look away from those green eyes. 4
He had chosen this corner, on many nights, to pick at the crowd.
So close to the town's popular bars, the women would practically pour into his arms. On one of these nights, a beautifully intoxicated woman had become mesmerized almost too easily. As he pulled her into him, his fingers lingered over her perks, ripping the garment that held them tight.5
He let his fangs dip into exposed flesh, and at that moment, she walked by. He held the blonde's mouth closed, as he sipped on her life, and watched the raven goddess pass only feet away. He had never seen such beauty, never yearned for a human in that way. As the blonde's heart slowed, and then stopped, he let her slide to the ground. He stepped over her, then quickly stopped himself. He couldn't just take her, like he normally would. He didn't want to taste her blood, he wanted to taste her skin, to smell her hair...how could it be that he felt this way?6
"I'm a vampire for hell's sake!" he thought.7
He embraced the darkness of his corner once more and watched her slip away.
He knew he had to see her again, even if it was only to watch her pass by. So every night, Daray stood in the shadows of his feeding corner, a love sick fool, and waited.8
All this time, she hadn't looked away from him; she stood in the same place, only inches from him.9
"You have an amazing pull about you," she stuttered, "I mean I am drawn to you, how silly of me to say."10
Daray smiled, "You are beautiful, may I ask your name?"11
"Elysant...Elly if you'd rather." Her face lit up as she smiled widely.12
"Elysant." Daray took her hand, kissing it gently. Her warmth did not bring crimson thoughts, only thoughts of passionate heat between them.
He knew that luring her would be the simple part, but keeping her would be an entirely different story.13
It was easy, getting her to follow him home.
A longing glare to get her to come inside.
Daray knew the hard truth ahead of him, but he let the thoughts fade away as he moved into her.14
Her eyes glowed even more brightly in the firelight, and her lips; he tasted them softly. Elysant moaned in response, he knew that her mind was not her own at the moment. Soon enough, she would be his completely, willingly. His fingers lingered, not on her perks, but on the bronze of her shoulders. The sun, so lethal to Daray, was glowing on her skin. He let the sleeve of her dress slide down her arm, and then the other. Every inch that revealed to him made him eager to discover more. Elysant obliged, by pulling her dress down so that it slid to the floor. 15
She stood before him, bare, beautiful. He took her in, letting his mouth devour her warmth, letting his hands find every smooth curve. 16
"Oh Daray, I can't imagine what has come over me! You make me feel alive!" 17
Daray stopped to look into her eyes.
What an amazing irony, death making you feel alive. He smiled at this thought.18
"You have yet to feel, my sweet." He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bed chamber. 19
On red satin she was perfection. His eyes could not take in enough. Daray lowered himself to her, letting his lips glide over her neck. He could smell her life, it was intoxicating, but not in the way that he was used to. If only it had been that easy; if only Elysant's blood smelled delectably divine, he could save her from his selfish act. He could still stop this. Elysant arched up to him, begging him to take her, and he couldn't bare the thought. Daray slid into her warmth, pumping slowly into oblivion. He took her into his arms, sitting up to let her fall upon his shaft. He held her hips, watching her dark hair fall over her shoulders, as she arched back and moaned in pure ecstasy. He pulled her under him again, her face amazingly contorted as he brought her to climax, over and over. She ran her fingers through his dark hair as he moved downwards. He had to taste her, the more she came, the more her sweet smell teased his senses. He lowered himself between her legs, letting his tongue tease her slit. Her legs shuddered and her breath quickened as he slid past her lips, flicking her clit gently. The taste of her nectar was better then anything he had ever sipped upon.20
When her cries became louder and she was close to the edge, he buried himself into her warmth again, this time with a feverish thrust. Her nails dug into him. If it where possible to puncture his skin, she would have drawn blood. Hearing her moan became addicting as she filled the air with high octaves of pleasure. He could feel her toes curl up around his back, and all that he had erupted inside of her.21
Daray lay in silence, watching Elysant sleep. She was but a human. A beautiful, incredible human. 22
A terrible truth lay before him, if he wanted her, he must change her. The thought of hurting her was hard enough to bear, but he remembered the endless life ahead of him, which wouldn't seem long enough if it were with her. He loved her. 23
"Elysant, my sweet." 24
She stirred slightly, slowly opening her eyes. The innocence in them made Daray hesitate, but her beautiful smile caused him to press on diligently.25
"Come my darling, there is something I must give to you."26
It was easy to get her to follow him.27
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