Fade to Black (pt.4)

Slow, shambling sounds emanate from the darkness, coming closer to Mandy and I. She slides slightly behind me, her grip on my hand tightening greatly. Out of the shadows, a pale figure emerges.  Standing about 6 foot tall, sickly-gray flesh, rotting in some places, hang off of the creature’s bones. He stares at me with cold, pale, lifeless eyes, respect and fear shining brightly through them. He smiles at me, revealing 2 rows of razor-sharp, alabaster teeth. He licks his thin, pale lips at the sight of the corpses, and looks hopefully at me. 1

“Before you take them, look upon your new mistress. Her word is law, as much as mine is. Look upon her, and know fear and service. And if any of your... followers... decide to lay a single finger on her... and I will know... there will be hell to pay.” I move aside, and allow Alaundo to take a good, long look at Mandy. I speak one word, “Feed.”, and he grabs the bodies with his razor-sharp talons and flees to the shadows in a blink of an eye. “We should go now, love, you do not want to hear what happens next.” Mandy and I move quickly up the stairs, taking 2 or 3 at a time. When we reach the top, I shut the door, reset the codes, and turn off the dark light. 2

We make our way into the living room, yet again, and we sit on the couch. “Are you ok, love?” “Yes I’m fine.. just a little... shaken up is all...” I brush a stray strand of hair from her face, and bring her lips to mine. “Let us go to bed, love.” She nods, and we make our way upstairs. I open the red double doors that lead to my... our... bedroom, and allow her to step into the darkness. Again, the room is surrounded by red and black candles, and the windows are painted black. There is music playing quietly from speakers in each corner of the room, well hidden. 3 incense burners are lit and smoking, giving the room a strong but light at the same time scent of bergamot, rose, and dragons blood.  There is a path of black and red rose petals leading to the bed, as well as strewn about the room. The bed is a double king-sized, black oak coffin, with a waterbed mattress covered in what else? Black velvet sheets and blankets. 3

I open a small alcove in the wall, and throw my coat, shirt, socks, and pants into it. I motion for Mandy to do the same, and I crawl under the covers. Yet again, I watch her undress, down to her underwear, and she crawls into bed next to me. The feel of her skin against mine, incites something within me I dare not describe. I stare deeply into her gorgeous blue eyes, and I caress her face, brushing aside a few stray hairs, and I draw her lips to mine. I pull the rest of her body tight against mine, the feel of her soft skin against mine, the warmth from her body, drives me wild. 4

I take my fingernail, and make a small incision on the middle of her collar bone. A tiny trickle begins to flow down her chest, beneath her black satin bra. I do the same on the other side, and continue kissing her a moment more. I slowly  begin kissing her neck, and I remove her bra. The blood now has run halfway down her stomach, so I begin there, slowly lapping up every single drop of it. A light nibble every now and then sends a visible shudder up her body, and I smile with glee. I move upwards, making sure not to miss a single drop of her sweet blood. I reach her perfect breasts, and again, I lap up every little drops of nectar there, and for my additional amusement and her pleasure, I slowly tease her nipples with my tongue, and very lightly nibble them. 5

My tongue continues it’s journey up her body, to one of the incisions I made. I suck on the cut until it closes itself up, and I proceed to kiss that side of her neck, adding a couple of bites (without the fangs, of course) for good measure. I do the same on the other side, and Mandy draws my face to hers, and begins heatedly kissing me. I dare not describe the rest of the evening, for my humble words will surely ruin it’s sanctity, but it is without doubt, the most passionate night of my life. 6

I awoke before her next day, at about 4pm. I went downstairs, and made us both a glass of blood wine my teacher made for me in 1720. I have been saving it for a special occasion, so I use that instead of the typical merlot I use. I taste mine before going back to our bedroom, and I almost go weak from the perfection. “He was a good man, skilled at many things aside from killing apparently.” I set her glass on the lip of the bed’s raised frame and climb carefully in beside her. I gaze upon her half-covered body, and pull the covers up to her shoulders, to prevent her from getting chill. I run my fingers through her hair, light a cigarette, sip my wine, and wait for her to awaken.7