Prelude:
The curtains at the window were rolling with the force of the wind. She stood there until the
air became too cold to do so. Closing the windows and dreading going to bed at such a late hour,
she grabbed a candle and proceeded to her room.
The storm surging outside left an eerie gloom upon the castle like house, and the moon was hanging,
it seemed, at a much lower angle in the gray black sky with no stars.
Leaving the candle lit, she climbed under the covers and hid her face in the pillows, hoping
sleep would come quickly, along with the morning.
Act 1:
Eyes heavy with sleep and rousing from a unremembered but disturbing dream, she could feel her
heart pounding in her bodice. The curtains were billowing slightly from the aftermath of the
storm and the air was cool.
Getting out of bed, feeling as if she was drugged, even her feet dragged, she managed to close
the window to the night air and made sure the candle was still lit. Returning to her warm, welcoming
bed she fell asleep again, hypnotized by the dancing flame.
Act 2:
Waking slowly, feeling very cold, she reached for the covers and realized her hands would not
move. Waking fiercely to find her hands and feet were actually tied, making movement impossible.
Her back was hurting and chilled to the bone.
Turning her head she realized she was actually lying on the damp ground, her hands and feet tied
to stakes within a circle of some kind of symbolism.
Turning her wrists and ankles was of no use in trying to free herself. She was freezing and while
wondering how she came to be there, she also became aware of another presence, in the shadows.
Act 3:
 He
watched her from the shadows, reveling in her beauty. Her attempts to free herself had left her
bodice fully open, showing him erect nipples caused by the cold air she felt, for he felt no
cold at all. The hem of her gown had risen over white, soft thighs, the spot he wanted to sink
himself into, knowing the ecstasy that it would bring him, drinking himself full of her and making
her his. The saliva was building, causing him to open his mouth, exposing two sharp fangs. He
knew it was time to take her and excitement was building within his centuries dead body and rising
to his eyes almost making them cast a yellowish light.
Act 4:
After sensing another's presence, she turned her head to the shadows and saw his eyes almost
glowing, yellowish like a candle's flame. Watching him approach, her heart pounding with fear,
her breasts and thighs were exposed and she was chilled to the very core of her being. Bright
red breaks in the skin around her wrists and ankles were evidence of trying to free herself.
At first he stayed outside the circle, lighting candles around the circumference, keeping his
eyes on her, all of her, sliding up and down the length of her. After what was to her a meaningless
ritual, he stepped inside the circle and straddled her, looming far above her. She started screaming
and twisting her body, trying to free herself. When her knees slightly raised, he could no longer
help himself. He wanted to taste her and swipe the human life right out of her. His fangs were
dripping with saliva and he lowered himself to his knees, touching her face. Still screaming
and causing blood to form around her shackles brought to him an excitement no other human had
been able to do in a long time. He needed her blood, her life, and meant to take her with all
the power of his dead soul. His long fingers trailed to her neck, down to her breasts and once
there he could not help it, he slightly bent and touched his fangs to her erect nipples, causing
her to scream even louder, to no avail, because no one was within miles of hearing shot.
Smiling an evil smile his tongue lapped at the blood droplets on her nipples and breasts brought
on by the sharpness of his fangs. Before lowering himself completely on the length of her, his
long nails, feeling very slimy to her, raised the hem of her gown to her waist, showing him a
woman any man, dead or alive would want to take. Screaming still and begging for him to stop
and free her in a voice now hoarse from all the screams, she felt him touch her between her legs.
Then ripping her gown completely away he sank his fangs into her soft stomach, which brought
from his throat a sound of one almost having an orgasm. Drinking slowly and feeling nothing but
excitement with her attempts to get away, he slowly removed his fangs from her stomach and moved
his long fingers to her clitoris, massaging, making himself wait before the final step that would
take him to the ultimate high. Lapping the blood trickling from her stomach, he moved down, sucking
and lapping, almost like a dog, and not being able to wait, he was between her legs, and poised
above her, fangs dripping with her blood and his dead saliva, he massaged her clitoris and lapped
at her womanly lips until she came. That was his cue to take her as only a vampire could. He
sank his fangs, again slowly, into her soft, musky, vaginal lips and continued sucking at her
clitoris drawing from her the sweetest blood he'd ever had. The mixture of her blood and juices
was the ultimate and he continued to ravage her body until the quivers within her stopped and
he collapsed on top of her, rubbing himself all over her body, covering himself in her blood
and juices.
Epilogue:
Back at the castle like empty house, an open bedroom window, an empty bed and a lit candle were
all that remained of her. No one knew of the missing girl, for no one was around for miles.
Out in the woods, lurking in the shadows, within the circle was the spent form of the vampire,
still reveling in his experience and while still lying on her form, he was already looking forward
to his next one.
(c) Copyright: Donna Gleaton 2003
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