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By Tricia Submitted by muryan Date: 2002 May 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.13.14.16.30286]] |
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He looked at her. His eyes caressed her creamy flesh with the intensity of a starving man. He'd never seen anything or anyone more beautiful in his life, as long as it was. He admired the dip of her abdomen as she lie on her back beside him. He grinned as his eyes passed her delightful bellybutton. His eyes traced the gentle flare of her hips, and downward towards her lengthy legs. Gliding back to her face, he couldn't help but feel a deep sadness within him. She looked so small, so innocent and helpless lying there on the black satin sheets. He brown hair glittered with gold in the candlelight. He wove his fingers adoringly through the silky mass, lifting a strand to his lips. He thought back to the previous hours they spent together, hours of passion. And then, out on the balcony, with her naked form against his, he could no longer contain his raging need. The rush of adrenaline created a seductive haze. He saw her head fall to the side, exposing her neck to him, as if she knew and wanted what he needed and was going to do. And he did it. He could no longer control the desire that plagued him through the centuries. Not even for the love of his life. And now, here they lie. Her innocence hummed through his veins. He felt more alive now than he ever had before. He had drained her. And in panic, he had fed her from him to keep her from dying. She had died anyway, at least her body and mortal soul had died. Yet she was still alive. He watched her chest rise and fall steadily with her even breathing. She was so innocent. Guilt swept over his body as he realized that he had taken that innocence from her. As the trepidation gripped him, he wondered what she would think of him when she awoke. Would she look at him lovingly as she always had, her arms reaching out to enfold him? He doubted that. More likely he could already hear her screams piercing the stillness of the room, and he could see the terror and hatred on her face: terror and hatred of him. Suddenly disgusted and ashamed of himself, he fought the urge to stay with her and pushed himself away. He rose from the bed, pulled on his silk boxers and turned towards the balcony. She stirred, and for one horrifying moment he hoped she would awaken. He cautiously approached the bed, yet she remained asleep. He let a sigh of relief and pulled the sheet over her and walked out onto the balcony. Leaning onto the railing thoughts raced through his mind at blinding speed. How would she understand? He marveled at the first kiss of dawn, something he hadn't always been able to witness as a vampire. He snorted. What kind of vampire walks around during the day? She'd never understand that concept...no, for she was far too innocent, and unknowing of the ways of the dark gift. However, she would soon find out, and he only hoped that she would forgive him. |