She walked into the Boutique Du Vampyre with a sense of purpose. There was something about this place that she just couldn't quite put her finger on, but her drew her in. Her hazel eyes roamed over the shelves of vampire memorabilia, and a small smile found her normally serious face. Unable to stop herself, she wondered what it would be like if vampires really did exist. Would they be the passionate creatures that fueled her fantasies late at night or the gruesome creatures that the demon hunters in B grade movies made them out to be.
"If you truly want the answers to those questions follow me," a deep masculine voice spoke seductively close to her ear and she jumped startled, turning around to find the voice. Staring up into his deep endless gray eyes her heart raced at the beauty of his face. She hadn't spoke those words aloud, she would never dare voice such a fanciful question. It took her a few moments to find her voice, her lips had begun to tremble at the presence of the handsome stranger.
"Who are you," she managed to whisper breathlessly. A small smirk found his face as he ignored the question, turning to walk back out of the store and into the cool night air. Amanda stood watching him leave the logical part of her mind screaming at her to ignore the invitation, knowing that he could be a serial killer. The part of her that she never showed to the rest of the world, ached to run after him and demand proof that there was something more than this ordinary, dull life that she was forced to lead.
For what seemed like hours, but had only been seconds, she contemplated her actions. What if the stranger did know things, she convinced herself to consider, was she willing to let an opportunity such as this escape her grasp. She urged her feet to walk quickly out of the store refusing for once to give in to her serious side and for once follow her instincts.
He was standing on the street under one of the lamps, and she had to catch her breath at how incredible he looked. Standing tall and proud, at least 6'2 she surmised, his broad shoulders accentuated by the white poet's shirt he wore, and his long legs encased in a dark pair of jeans, he was definitely a sight right off the cover of a romance novel. He motioned with his head for her to follow him and he walked down the street with a grace that belied his large frame.
Amanda had never considered herself the type of woman to follow after a man in such a derogatory way, but there was something about this beautiful stranger that compelled her. As they turned off Toulouse Street she felt a small sense of unease at the path he was leading her down. She had been told to stay only on streets filled with people, but the road they were walking down now seemed completely deserted. She glanced back toward the people that were on the street over knowing that she truly putting herself in a dangerous position, her feet refused to answer her fears as she turned back to catch up with the stranger quickly.
After they had walked for a while, Amanda realized she was completely lost and nibbled on her lower lip nervously. "How much further," she questioned softly wishing she could hide the breathless nervousness in her voice. He turned back and gave her a another small smirk, his arm moving beneath her elbow guiding her forward as he refused to answer her questions. She should run back the other way, she thought to herself but as much as that thought made sense, she couldn't force herself to walk away.
After several more blocks had been passed he stopped in front of an old brick building that had seen it's better days. He turned her to face him and lifted her chin with a strong cool hand, "This is where the journey begins," his words rolled over her and she felt a shiver or awareness move through her body. Opening the door he held it waiting for her to walk inside. Her thoughts should have been on her safety, instead she walked inside the building with no hesitation. Her heart raced almost painfully in her chest, and her breath escaped in soft pants that had little to do with the walk they had just made.
Moving in front of her, he walked up a long flight of old steps not looking back to see if she was following him, which of course she was. She had come this far, and there was no thought in her mind about walking away now. Something about this mysterious stranger compelled her to leave reality behind and trust that he would keep her safe. Perhaps it was a foolish thought, but reasoning had left her the moment she had first seen his face.
He opened the door at the top of the stairs and it creaked loudly with an ominous sound. The room could have been pulled out of the eighteenth century, she thought with it's red velvet covered chairs and couch. Candles were lit on the mantle above the carved fireplace and cast a soft glow to the room. "I can't breathe," she whispered breathlessly feeling stark fear for the first time since she had embarked on their journey. She didn't know this man and for a moment she panicked as she allowed reality to find her.
He seemed to float over to her and his hands tangled in her long blond hair, arching her neck back with a force that excited and terrified her. "Your blood calls to me like a sirens song," the words were spoken quietly but with a desire that caused her knees to weaken. He lowered his cool lips to her neck and his tongue slowly traced where he pulse beat the strongest. Her breath caught and held as she stiffened, fearful of what he planned to do. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably as tears found her eyes helplessly.
His lips left the tender flesh of her neck and he pulled her chin up to meet his eyes again. A smile found his face and she found herself completely shocked at how disappointed she felt with herself. "I'm sorry," she whispered the words lowering her eyes feeling as if she should kneel at his feet for daring to deny him anything he wanted.
He chuckled warmly at her words, as well as her thoughts, "My dear you please me greatly." The sound of his laughter filled her with a pleasure that she couldn't explain and she smiled back at him tentatively. "While your neck has great appeal for me, I would choose to taste your flesh in," he paused to lower his eyes to roam down her body," shall we say a more hidden location."
For a few moments his words escaped her, but as recognition found her a blush found her cheeks. Again the sound of his deep laughter filled the somewhat hollow room. "Would you deny me my pleasure," his voice questioned with a drawl of pure seduction as if finding it impossible that she would deny him anything.
Nibbling on her lower lip nervously she shook her head no, her voice once again leaving her as the image of what he planned to do filled her mind. With little warning he lifted her into his strong arms and walked over to the velvet covered couch. He allowed her body to slide down his until her feet found the floor. She was trembling uncontrollably again, but fear had very little to do with the reasoning. He took a few steps back and instinctively she knew exactly what he wanted from her.
With fingers that fumbled nervously she slid the thing cotton dress off her shoulders and allowed it to pool at her feet without thought. Her eyes never leaving his, she slid off her bra and stood before him shaking in nervous apprehension. Clad only in the thin lacy panties, which were very little covering she forced herself to remain perfectly still as his eyes roamed her body slowly. This was so out of character for her and it took everything that she possessed not to cover herself from his probing eyes.
"Lay back on the couch for me," he demanded quietly. Without thought she lowered herself to the couch her body trembling, her small fist clenched in fists by her side as she fought to control the urge for modesty. She was on fire with a need that startled her, if she had ever felt this incredible desire she couldn't recall it, even her mind screamed for her to cover herself her body ached to feel his touch.
"Part your legs for me my dear," the quiet command he spoke caused a shiver of desire to move strongly through her body and with little thought she complied. Her breath escaped in small pants, her eyes closed as she gave over to the undeniable passion that she couldn't fathom at such a simple request from his lips. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she felt the coolness of his lips on her inner thigh. Part of her ached to tangle her hands in his long raven locks, as her body trembled in anticipation but for the life of her she couldn't move her hands if she wanted to.
His strong cool hands parted her legs even wider as he trailed a path down her knees and back up to where the pulse beat strongly at her femoral artery. Her hips arched off the couch instinctively, begging him to feed the fire that was threatening to burn out of control with every passing second. With little warning his fangs sank into her flesh and suckled deeply. Gasping as a pleasure like none she had never know surged through her, her hands automatically found their way into his hair, holding his head against her, demanding more.
Pure molten lava soared through her veins as he drank deeply, her firm legs tightening around his shoulders as her body found a release greater than any she had ever known before. Whimpering, she clung to him desperately urging him to continue tasting her until there was nothing left but ashes where the fire he had created raged out of control. Feeling her body weaken as his hands moved under her hips holding her to his mouth as he continued to feed from her, she knew there was no other way that she wanted to end her life. It didn't matter to her if this was the end, she would never know pleasure as great as this ever again. As darkness overcame her, a small smile found her face.
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