A Female Vampire Part 3

Melody watched, almost caught in a strange spell only vampires can set upon their prey. Oh yes, she would meet him. It was her fate to do so.

The ground raced closer as the wind whipped past her pale white skin; the lights of the buildings flashing past her ever so briefly. Melody settled upon the ground without even a click of her high heels upon the pavement. Her eyes darted back and forth down the alley between the buildings. No soul lived there, no one was watching, and no one had seen her flight.

Melody surprised Daniel, he had not heard her step up behind him. He had parked down the street from the building, watching for her to emerge. He didn't know how he could have missed her, but nonetheless she was there. He quickly moved from leaning against the side of the car. His jacket lay across the hood.

Taking it from the hood, he quickly laid it across one arm as he moved to open the back door for Melody's entrance into the back of the limo. As she stepped in, his thoughts wandered backwards. Some women in short skirts had walked across the street only a few moments before. As he had watched them, his customer must have emerged from the building. How careless he had been.

He cursed himself silently and closed the door behind her. Melody watched him; her dark red painted nails clicking absently upon the leather of the seat beside her. Daniel quickly put his jacket on, pulling his blond hair from the back.

He always wore it the same, pulled back in a ponytail. She noticed the small curls of it as he hurried around the car to the driver's side. The engine started without a noise, the silence of the limousine only broken by the movement of Melody as she crossed her legs. The slit in the fabric parted around her thigh, her ivory skin exposed. Melody leaned back in the seat, watching the lights of the buildings and shops pa.s.s her. The limousine turned towards home, but Melody wasn't ready to retire for the night yet.

"Take me somewhere with a view." she said. Daniel glanced up into his rear view mirror for just a moment and looked at her. Their eyes met. He glanced a second time just to be sure, and again her blue eyes shimmered back.

She wasn't smiling, yet she wasn't frowning. She was as beautiful to him as she had always been. Her sleek red lips, her white skin, and her ever-blue eyes.

Eyes which he had only seen the color briefly.

"Yes, M'lady," he replied, seeming almost confused at the request, but he did not argue. Melody smiled then. She could feel his confusion, but he was skilled.

He knew the areas of the town, he knew where to turn and what direction to go.

The limousine travelled silently through the streets until it curved up a lone highway. It stopped at a hillside where several other cars were parked. Couples sat inside their cars, looking out onto the city lights. Just below the over-looking hill lay a cliff which was fenced off with wooden beams.

Daniel emerged and opened Melody's door. She stepped from it and walked to the wooden fence. She placed her hand upon the wood and looked out onto the city lights. A cold breeze traced back her hair, clearing it from one side of her neck. Daniel waited silently at the door, closing it behind her exit, and simply waited. He was watching her. She could feel his eyes. She could always feel those who looked upon her. Melody smiled. The lights of the city sparkled.

There were white lights, red ones blinking from a radio tower off to the right, and even a yellow from a lone building set off from the city a bit. The breeze caressed her skin and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of it. She took a breath of it. It felt sweet and cold to her lungs, as fresh mountain air would.

Melody lowered her head, looking upon the wood of the fence. It was so rough against her soft fingertips. She turned her head further, looking behind her.

Daniel waited, his blonde hair hardly moving in the breeze. His eyes dropped nervously as she looked upon him. The sound of the gravel under her heels caused him to look up again and he instantly opened her door for her. He spoke not a word, but simply waited for her to step inside. She paused, and he looked at her. She had stepped up beside him and faced his side. Moving her hand across his chest, not even brushing against his shirt, she traced her fingertips up the side of his bare neck and to his cheek where the palm of her hand stopped and cupped his skin. He looked into her eyes, so dark and blue. She leaned closer and touched her lips to his, kissing him softly like a visiting angel in the night. Daniel turned towards her, half gasping, her lips leaving his as if nothing but a pa.s.sing dream or brief fantasy. Melody slid her fingers up the inside of his jacket, pressing it up and back from his shoulders, letting it slip down his arms.

He took it in his hand and laid it across the roof of the limousine. She drew closer, reaching her hands around his head, letting her soft skin glide across his cheeks. She pressed closer, the fabric of her dress pressing against his clothing.

His white long sleeved shirt contrasted against the blackness of his slacks and her black dress. Melody pressed her fingers into his hair, as she pressed closer still, her body pressing against his, and she kissed him. Daniel took off his driver's cap and placed it with his jacket, wrapping his free hand around her tiny waist. He returned her kiss, taking her into his arms, not a word spoken. She inhaled his breath as it quickened. She could feel his blood quickening, his heart pounding. They kissed deeply, pa.s.sionately. Melody moved her fingers through his tied curls, pulling them free from the black hair tie he always used to bind them in place. Her fingers glided through his soft curls. The breeze shifted and his curls moved against her hands. His kiss was soft and warm, ever gentle, as if he were afraid that if he pressed too roughly, this angel...this dream might be destroyed. Without looking into his eyes, she lowered her hands to the b.u.t.tons of his shirt, slowly undoing them between her fingertips. He watched as her lips left his, the breeze playing with her hair in small strokes. Her skin was lit only by the lights of the city reflecting in the limousine's black tinted windows. He felt her fingers along the center of his chest, undoing the b.u.t.tons and her fingertips sliding inside the hem of it, parting the fabric, exposing his skin to her. She slid her fingertips up the inside of the seam and then down, spreading the fabric and freeing it from his slacks, letting her hands follow the curve of his chest, and then up again this time up his sides. He was muscular, but not overly so. He remained fit and strong. She smiled, looking up into his eyes. Without a word she leaned forward and kissed him again. Their lips met more eagerly this time, his hand daring to move across her back to just between her shoulder blades.

How perfectly curved she seemed, and how her silken dark hair danced upon the back of his hand in the breeze. She stepped from his grasp just as quickly as she had stepped into it, stepping into the limousine. He watched her, almost dreaming.

"Daniel." she whispered, calling to him. Her whisper danced upon the breeze.

Daniel stepped into the cabin and sat next to her, the door closing behind him. He felt rather awkward sitting there, but she didn't give him the time to worry about it.

Her lips brushed across his again, her tongue flipping just the edge of his lip as she moved back again. The bench seat creaked as she moved and sat on his lap in his arms, her legs draped across his and to the side, the slit of her dress opened near him, her thigh exposed just barely to the side. She slid her fingers into his blond curls as their lips met, and he encased her in his strong arms. The fingertips of her free hand glided ever so slowly down his broad chest, enjoying the strength and feel of his skin. He moved his hand down her side.

The lace of the ribbon which held her dress felt rough compared to the skin which emerged between its laces. He glided his hand slowly down her side, enjoying every curve of her. His hand continued down her hip and thigh ending at her bent knee. She pressed closer to him and kissed his neck softly, licking and tasting his flesh. She inhaled his scent as his hand crossed the fabric of her dress, moving across her belly to her opposite hip which lay against him. The slit of her dress exposing it against him. She moved closer, parting the fabric conveniently.

He slid his hand under the seam and down her thigh. Her skin was silken against his fingertips. She moaned softly as he moved his hand up her inner thigh, finally brushing against her wet slit. She gasped softly in response, and he moaned when he felt how wet she was. She wore no underwear and his fingers were free to explore. She spread her legs just enough to allow him more access, and he pressed his cupped fingers between her legs, the lips of her flower opening to him and pressing around his slowly stroking fingers. Her head fell back from his neck gently, leaning against his arm, which he held wrapped around her for support.

Her eyes closed in pleasure as her breath quickened. Her eyebrows formed into a small curve. Her lips slightly parted as she gasped, her hips moving up to greet his fingers. Daniel watched her expression as he continued to stroke her slowly.

She moaned louder as he pressed just a little harder in his strokes, her body beginning to tremble. Daniel tried to keep his breath steady, his own pa.s.sion becoming well apparent, pressing up against her body under the many layers of fabric between them. He watched her; amazed at this dark angel he held in his arms, how she trembled against him.

Melody opened her eyes, looking up at him. She could feel his pa.s.sion and sense his building desire. She withdrew from his hand and slid to her knees upon the floor, easily undoing the clasps of her dress and letting it fall to the floor around her. She moved back to where he sat, his eyes widening, his hands wrapping around her as she moved into his reach once again. He took her into his arms upon his lap. She straddled his lap on the seat, kneeling above him, arching her back as he took a pink nipple between his lips and fed upon it. How sweet it tasted. She moaned, letting her fingers brush through his hair. She pressed herself against him, as he moved to the other breast, gently kneading the other with his free hand. She pulled at the fabric of his shirt, moving it up over his shoulders.

He leaned back and pulled his shirt off, laying it across the back of the seat. She looked down into his eyes. Their gazes never wavered.

He gently moved her, laying her across the backseat. She looked up at him, watching him. Her chest was rising from her quick breathes. Her body screamed at him through her entire posture. He slid his shoes and pants off and moved over her, kissing her deeply, his blonde hair falling around the sides of his face. She wrapped her silken legs around him, her wet p.u.s.s.y stroking against his c.o.c.k as he moved against her. He looked down at her, his eyes soft and gentle. He stroked the hair at her temple, looking into her deep blue eyes which begged him to make love to her. He moved his arms to each side of her head, encasing her underneath him. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s crushed against his chest. He entered her in three long slow strokes, impaling her completely. Melody arched her back sharply, only his body against her holding her down as she contracted around him, her first o.r.g.a.s.m coming simply from the fact of being filled so completely and utterly. She trembled against him, tensing and latching onto him tightly with her arms and hands, moaning loudly until her tremors of o.r.g.a.s.m subsided. He pumped into her slowly, feeling her tension subside. If this were a dream, he was going to make it last. She gasped from beneath him, her hips rising with each slow long thrust of his c.o.c.k, her hands tightening and then relaxing against the skin of his back. His rhythm building slowly, she turned her head from side to side, her eyes closed in ecstasy. He moved even harder against her, his rhythm still deep and strong. He could feel the pulsing of his c.o.c.k, knowing he couldn't hold it much longer. Her mouth moved against his neck, kissing it tenderly, her kisses soft. Her teeth nibbled against his flesh, her fangs slipping easily into his skin. His blood spilled into her closing lips, the wound closing as her kiss did. He quickened his rhythm, feeling his b.a.l.l.s press rhythmically against her soft wet skin, her p.u.s.s.y so warm and tight around him that his breath trembled and he let out a low groan as he came into her hard. He grabbed her hips and slammed his last thrusts into her, locking her against him.

She screamed out, jerking wildly against him, his hands locking them together.Her hips still moved between his fingers, milking him of every last drop. He shuddered and held her tightly, wrapping an arm under her and pressing her against him. They lay still for just a moment, gasping for air. Neither one moved away from the other.

Daniel looked at her, and gently laid her back down, kissing her lips again softly. Their eyes met and he took a breath to speak, but she put her finger to his lips.

"Shhhhh." Melody whispered in a breathless tone.

Chapter 5 - For l.u.s.t or Money

Melody faintly remembered Daniel driving the limousine home, her eyes tracing the lights as they pa.s.sed them on the street. Her thoughts were on the night's events and what they might mean for her. Daniel touched his neck faintly, but she had left no marks for him to find. She smiled, amused.

The next night arrived quickly and Melody called for a taxi for the night's adventure. It would not be wise to use Daniel's services so soon again.

Melody stepped from the taxi cab, paying the driver with an outstretched hand over his shoulder. He took the money, counting it quickly before putting it in his pocket and driving off. Melody was already half down the block from him walking the opposite direction. The lights of the city brought the ground around her as bright as day. The wh.o.r.es of the city were already close to the curbs waiting for their nightly tricks. Melody had pulled her hair back behind her and set it with combs, letting her dark curls run down her back, her short black dress fluttering around her thighs as she walked. She hungered deeply, l.u.s.ting for blood. She could hear her pores scream for it, her heart hunt for it, her nostrils sucking in the stench of the city trash, some living some dead, yet all of it mortal.

Her eyes sparkled as she found a proper shadow to stand in. Cars pa.s.sed.

Some stopped and picked up wh.o.r.es. Melody would scan the johns' minds; some were just after a good f.u.c.k, and others a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b. Ah, there was one, he just wanted someone to get high with. The wh.o.r.e quickly agreed for a low fee.

After all, her pimp's fee still had to be paid, but the drugs were for her. When a limousine pulled up, several girls ran up to the window, but the car just moved slowly down the street. This one was looking for something specific. Melody peered inside of the limousine with her mind. A man in his middle ages sat in the center of the leather bench. He held his hands over the top of his cane almost regally, as if it were a resting stick and not really needed otherwise. He occasionally glanced outside at the wh.o.r.es who stepped forward to his door curiously. The more experienced wh.o.r.es just watched him drive by. They knew something was strange about this one. Better that their compet.i.tion disappeared than them. His thoughts betrayed him; he searched for 'her'. The young blonde girl with flowing curls. The runaway, the girl that no one wanted. The easy prey.

Melody knew what he wanted. The shadows shifted around Melody's body as she took the combs from her hair and sifted her fingers through her hair, her roots turning blonde and her skin slightly tanned. Her dress morphed into a white pattern with pink flowers. Her lips paled to pink, and her eyes to a light green color. Melody stepped into the light just as his car approached. She rubbed her shivering shoulders, the sundress not enough to keep her warm even on this spring night. Her hair was a bit mangled on the side, but otherwise she looked rather pleasant. The poor blonde-haired girl, the perfect victim. The limousine stopped and the window lowered. The man motioned for her. Melody stepped closer to the limousine and peered inside. The man's hair grayed near the temples and he wore a necktie and a fairly expensive dress shirt and slacks.

Other than his brown, graying hair he was otherwise clean-shaven and rather pleasant to look at.

"You don't have anywhere to go?" the man asked. Melody shook her head and backed up a step, as if contemplating whether or not she wanted to get in or not. The man smiled and opened the door. "Come with me." Melody paused, but then nodded and stepped into the limousine. The limousine drove away from the curb immediately and headed off to a destination Melody was not sure of. She sat on the bench next to the door while the man poured a gla.s.s of wine for her. It was white wine, but at least it was of good quality. He handed the gla.s.s to her and she took it between her hands, sipping at first at it. She could smell the tinge of the drugs in her drink, but they were meant for a mortal girl. A girl who only needed a small dose to effect. She almost betrayed herself by smiling a well knowing smile, but she caught herself. She had to play her role; she had to keep her disguise for her plan to work. She gulped the wine greedily until it was gone, licking her lips, savoring the taste. The drugs quickly pa.s.sed through her system.

Melody scanned his mind. He expected her to fall asleep shortly. Melody would be sure not to disappoint him. The drugs would only last a few hours, which would be all he needed to get to his suite in the casino hotel.

Of course the drugs wouldn't affect her, her body would simply expel them later in a good blood sweat. She often got this sweat when her own adrenaline raised.

It often caused the viciousness of her kills to grow. He would have no idea that by using drugs he was only making his own death more gruesome. Melody's eyes rolled back moments later, the drugs taking effect in the man's eyes. She simply mimicked what his own mind told her was to be expected. He smiled, stroking his fingers through her hair gently. He leaned her against him, pulling her up around her waist with his arm. Her head lolled against his shoulder and he smiled, cuddling with her against the leather bench. He kissed her forehead.

The limousine arrived at the front of the casino, the driver opening the door and the man getting out. He would play a few rounds of blackjack before heading upstairs to his suite.

The driver drove around to the back of the casino's hotel where a bodyguard opened the door and pulled the drugged blonde girl from the backseat. He wrapped a long black jacket around her and carried her into the maintenance elevator. Melody could hear the beeping of the controls as they pa.s.sed each floor. She continued to play the drugged girl and pretended to be unconscious.

How easy it would be to surprise the bodyguard and feed upon him, but she thirsted for something more. Her blood screamed for satisfaction, but she kept still, not letting her urges wake her from her pretend stupor. She would have her chosen victim. The elevator stopped and the bodyguard stepped out into a suite.

It took up the entire floor. He turned a key into the lock on the elevator so that it was once again locked in place and would not allow others up to the suite. The bodyguard walked through the rooms and stopped next to the bed literally dropping her onto the bed. The springs bounced her unconscious body a second and then she rested. He moved to the entrance again and stood post at the stairwell knowing that his employer would come up that way. The rich man was an experienced predator, Melody thought. She admired him. He had even set his alibi in case questions were asked later about his whereabouts if anything were to go wrong with his plans.

Thirty minutes later, he knocked once at the stairwell door, which was always locked from the inside. The bodyguard opened it for him and let him in; the bodyguard then closed the door and tested it to make sure it was locked.

She could hear them say goodnight and then the bodyguard took the elevator back down. Melody could hear it as it moved down the deep pa.s.sageway. The man and her were alone in the suite. She could hear him rustling things around in the front room. She remained still in her unconsciousness until finally he walked inside and sat down next to her. He brushed his fingers through her hair again lightly. He sat there for several minutes stroking her hair and her pretty face. With a deep breath he moved again, taking her wrists together behind her, turning her over on her stomach, and tying her wrists tightly together with a piece of cord. He bent her knees back as far as they would go and he tied her ankles together also, crossing them and crisscrossing the cord between them. He finished the length of cord off by tying her ankles to her wrists in a hogtie fashion.

He pushed her over on her side so he could watch her as she slept. He unfastened his tie from his neck and wrapped it around her head, opening her mouth with his fingers and gagging her with it. He crossed the straps through her mouth and then finished it by crisscrossing it around her neck. Just a little pull on each side and her air supply would be cut off. Melody decided not to die without a show and moaned softly as he finished his knots. He smiled down at her drugged eyes opening. He heard her moan softly, wonderfully. He took a knife from a drawer. It was a common steak knife, probably taken from a meal delivered by room service. Her eyes widened seeing it, and she pulled at her bonds, but they were strong enough to hold a girl her age. In fact, they were almost strong enough to hold her true vampire self, but of course, "almost" was never good enough. He traced the tip of the knife down her shoulder, not cutting the skin, but simply skimming it, and brought it down the curve of the shoulder and down her chest, meeting the fabric of her dress just between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

He sliced the fabric in a quick motion, the fabric tearing roughly from the strike.

She gasped and shuddered, trembling in fear, her eyes wide and transfixed. He put down the knife and knelt above her on the bed, taking the two sections of cloth and ripping them further down her body until the dress fell completely open to him. Her tanned body trembled before him. He knelt over her, trembling from his own excitement and took a young plump breast into his hand guiding it to his mouth. He sucked on it tenderly and hungrily, his pa.s.sion building. He kneaded her other breast as his breath grew quicker. Melody kept her transformation but fed upon his emotions, his predatorial excitement, as he kneeled over his own prey. So helpless she was, trembling there, his to do with as he pleased. He freed his c.o.c.k from his pants and stroked himself, leaning against her. His eyes changed from the gentle calm she had seen before into something very animal.He roughly turned her onto her back, her knees being bent painfully further.

She cried out softly behind her gag and whimpered from her painful torture, the bonds cutting off circulation in this position. She twisted, trying to move back onto her side, but he held her firm. Looking into her eyes he stroked himself until he groaned out in o.r.g.a.s.m spurting c.u.m over her stomach and white cotton panties.

He panted for breath, collapsing on top of her, which only caused more tension and pain against her joints. He lay there, catching his breath as she struggled beneath him, sobbing as he would expect her to. He moved up over her and to the side, pulling her hair and forcing her head back. He looked into her eyes again, his eyes almost softening. Her green helpless eyes implored him for mercy, and her chest heaved from deep breaths. Her cheeks were stained and still wet from tears. His lips curled into a sinister smile. Her fate was sealed. He slapped her face hard so that she screamed out behind her gag and he pulled her body up under him, forcing his soft d.i.c.k against her panties. He had forgotten them. He pulled the knife again from its resting place and sliced the panties off of her, half ripping them from her. The sheer violence of it made his d.i.c.k hard. She sobbed and pleaded behind her gag for mercy but he made no notice of this as he forced his d.i.c.k deep into her pink young p.u.s.s.y. Two strokes and he was completely inside of her, jamming it hard against her, her tears and cries only making his desire for her stronger. He lay on top of her, reaching up around her and pulling on the ends of his tie, cutting off her air pa.s.sage. She struggled harder, her hands pulling at her bonds helplessly, her head tossing side to side as she tried to get air. He loosened his grip, letting the air flow freely.

She took deep coughing gasps, though the material over her mouth made it too difficult to clear the pa.s.sage completely. But she was not given another chance.

As he came deep inside her, he pulled hard on the ends of the tie, choking her well and completely. Melody searched his mind, she saw the safe where he kept his casino money located in the main room of his suite. She located the combination simply and easily in his mind as well. The tinge of his excitement, the kill absorbed his mind. It was a flash like lightening as he came inside her, feeding her greatly. By the time he was done tensing and spurting inside her, his body wet with sweat against her, the mortal girl would have been dead. Her lifeless body was still, lying across the bed. She was still twisted in the bonds.

He remained looking into her lifeless eyes until he grew soft. He removed his c.o.c.k from her body and lay back on the bed. He convulsed and turned his back from her. He rested and Melody waited in her lifeless form. Still half naked, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Melody smiled, her blonde curls turning dark, her lips red, and her eyes a reddening blue.

"Going somewhere?" she purred. The man stopped, his entire body seeming to turn ghostly pale. He turned slowly towards her, the cord snapping and breaking as she moved up onto all fours and looked at him. She smiled, her fangs extended and her eyes glowing their bloodied glow. Her body, her blood, her soul cried out for blood. Blood it would have. He half screamed as she leapt upon him, deepening her fangs into his throat. She let her bottom jaw sever his nerves in two. It paralysed him from the neck down, the blood flowing freely down her throat. She let it run down her chin as she looked down into his widened eyes. He tried to scream out again, but nothing came out. Melody laughed and sliced her fingernails through his chest, bringing his organs up from his fancy expensive dress shirt before his eyes. His eyes rolled back in shock and a moment later he died. She jerked free his heart and fed from it, sucking it dry through its very walls. Melody left his organs on his chest and pulled his intestines from his stomach tossing them against the wall. The blood seeped down the fancy artwork and the white wall beneath it. She lifted his wrist to her teeth, ripping the flesh open and sucking the blood as if through a straw. It did not matter that he was dead; the blood was still warm. She fed deeply.

When she could get no more blood from his limbs she lifted his organs up from his body, standing over him and jerking them free of his body, moving them between her fingers as if examining their feel and different textures. With a gleeful shout she spun around throwing the organs from her fingers. The blood splattering and the organs flying, some against the ceiling, and others against the wall. She bathed in the dripping blood, celebrating her victory over this predator.

Melody licked her lips looking down at the man with the gutted chest. It was too bad he had to die so quickly and miss her grand finale. How many girls had he killed? His mind had lost count, but memories served to be around twenty young victims. He had liked to suffocate them: there was no blood then.

He was never under suspicion. He had paid off his bodyguards well, and always held an alibi. She would have been just another victim if she were not dead already.

Her fingers covered in blood, she pushed back her hair from her eyes, crossing the bedroom into the main room, finding the safe quickly. She opened it, blood dripping over her fingers. She never left fingerprints unless she willed them to be left. Six hundred thousand dollars stacked neatly inside. Melody approved.

This was her original goal: money, the funds of the vampire. How else was she to survive in a world which required great amounts of money?

Melody looked out of the window. The sky remained darkened. She had plenty of time. She stepped into the shower, its golden colored faucets and white unblemished towels was a nice treat. The warm water heated the newly acquired blood which now flowed through her veins. Her black dress torn, she instead dressed in the long black coat that the bodyguard had covered her in, tying the belt around her.

Melody put the money into a small suitcase taken from his closet and headed to the stairwell. She listened at the door to make sure there wasn't a guard on the other side. Satisfied, she went down the stairs to the first floor, which opened out to the parking lot behind the hotel. She walked calmly by the bodyguard leaning against the limousine. She laughed a soft laugh of irony and he only glanced at her, her dark hair and change of features not giving him a clue as to who she was.

Melody stood to the curb of the street and hailed a cab, giving directions to take her home.

"Did you win?" the cabbie asked, a common question he asked those he picked up from around the casino. She smiled and slipped him a hundred dollar bill.

"Indeed I did." She licked her lips remembering the flavor of his blood, so warm and fresh splattering against her tongue. She smiled as the taxi took her home.

Chapter 6 - Date with a Vampire

Melody woke, her cheeks still flushed and pink from her feeding the night before. The suitcase of money was still neatly stacked on a box in her closet where she had left it. She seemed to dress without thinking, she could think of nothing but of her meeting tonight with Eric Mikel, the vampire. Her lips were set with crimson lipstick and she wore a short black velvet dress which exposed her pale shoulders perfectly. She pinned up her hair with dark steel combs, a few small curls accenting her facial features by falling into small wisps down the side of her neck. Her neck, except for these wisps, remained totally bare. Her white skin, and the blood which pulsed underneath in her dark, dead veins seemed almost inviting, as a deer's slender neck must look to a lion predator...so sleek, innocent, and bare. Her blue eyes shimmered as she smiled, looking into the mirror with satisfaction.

A single knock echoed from her front door. Melody opened the door. A large man stood before her dressed in a gray suit, wearing a driver's cap.

Behind him sat a silver-colored limousine with black tinted windows; its engine was silent, yet idling.

"Miss Chalis," he said in recognition. She nodded and smiled slightly, taking her purse and closing the door behind her. He opened the door to the limousine and she stepped in. It was Eric's car; he had sent it for her. She smiled at the rose set on the back seat and picked it up between her fingertips, one of the thorns nearly piercing her skin. The car pulled out slowly and smoothly. Melody almost forgot who was driving and looked for her crystal goblet of red wine Daniel always had waiting for her, but there was none ready, only the rose. The car turned several times, stopping at a tall building that looked rather like an office building. She stepped from the car and looked up at the black skysc.r.a.per.

On some of the upper floors the building pulled away where balconies were set. The driver turned towards her.

"Floor 35, Miss." Melody nodded and walked up the stairs, the black doors of the building opening automatically. A guard slept at his post soundly, even the clicking of Melody's high heels on the dark evergreen marble floor did not wake him.

The elevator arrived with a soft ping and still the guard did not awake. A key had already been turned in the elevator settings, allowing floor 35 to be accessed.

She pressed the b.u.t.ton and the doors closed.

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the room when the elevator opened. Darkness filled the candle lit room; only the flickering shadows gave hint of what was contained. Metal-type music played softly in the background, almost unheard. Opium incense burned from several tables. The elevator doors closed behind her as she stepped forward into the room, smelling the air and the subtle incense smoke that filled it.

Movement. He was there; she could sense him. She smiled softly, listening to him move with steps that few humans would be able to hear. He circled her slowly, beginning at the end of the room where he had been waiting, and ending directly beside her, inhaling her scent. She could feel his breath upon her, the skin of her neck warming to it. He touched her lower back as if cradling her and she turned her head towards him. Her lips parted as if to speak, but he let out a soft 'shhhh' noise and touched his fingers to her lips. She smiled softly, daring to leave a sensuous kiss upon his fingertip with but the tips of her velvet lips. She could hear him take in a breath at her action. She imagined him smiling in approval, and indeed he was. She turned towards him, drawing closer to him, letting her hands wander slowly. Her right hand moved up his sleeve while her left traveled up his chest. His arm curled around her waist pressing her closer to him, his left hand stroking her cheek tenderly and then the bare line down her neck.

Melody moaned, feeling his touch upon her skin. She trembled.

She wasn't sure why she trembled, or what it was about him that made her tremble. She almost feared him. Perhaps it was fear to be in his arms. He could break her neck or kill her even more gruesomely. Eric remained gentle, tender, treasuring her: her aroma, her softness, the whiteness of her skin. Her blood, called to his blood. Perhaps he trembled too, touching her neck with his fingers, holding back the hunger which so delightfully tortured him. Eric bent slightly, touching his lips to hers. The kiss, her taste, so sweet. He kissed her deeper.

Melody moaned, submitting to his desire, softening in his arms, and trembling to his touch.

Melody unb.u.t.toned his shirt b.u.t.tons, quickly, skillfully, letting her hands find his skin beneath. He let his shirt fall from his shoulders and tossed it into a nearby chair. He pulled her towards him, pressing her against him. Her lips found his once again; their kiss was deep and luscious. Neither wanting to part it, their breath quickening. His hands moved over her shoulders and down her back, lifting her dress over her a.s.s and pulling it up to her waist, stroking his hands down her soft bare flesh.

He moaned softly, feeling the wetness between her legs as his fingers curled under her. Melody shivered and pressed closer to him, her mouth breaking the kiss to pull in a gasp of trembling breath. He lifted her, pulling her up against him, as she wrapped her legs around him. His fingers slid across her wetness as he walked across the room and laid her gently upon satin sheets.

The bed was soft yet firm underneath. He pulled away for just a moment, undressing. She could see his outline in the candlelight, his muscular frame freed from the clothing. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, watching him with her own adrenalin awaking and heating her stolen blood. Her back arched as he curled his fingers under her a.s.s and pulled her onto his hardened c.o.c.k.

She moaned as he gently thrusted, bringing her to o.r.g.a.s.m quickly. She screamed out in o.r.g.a.s.m; it was music to his ears. His breath quickened. He leaned over her, pressing her legs further up around his waist. He towered over her, wrapping his hands around her body. They seemed so large around her tiny waist. Every muscle moved as he pumped into her. She could see him in the darkness, the candlelight accenting the curves of each muscle as he tensed and flexed. He growled lowly, his eyes changing to a dark glowing red. Melody gasped and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His fully exposed fangs and his changing eyes gripped her with terror, but her mind kept control and raced with possibilities. His growling grew as his strength increased, filling her completely. He shuddered against her own trembling body and she felt his muscles tighten as he plunged deeply, one last time rising up higher over her and roaring what can only be described as a pure animalistic roar. She swore the world could hear him in this one heart-stopping announcement of victory as he expelled his seed deep within her. She shuddered and closed her eyes, letting the waves of his o.r.g.a.s.m flow over her own body, causing waves of tiny o.r.g.a.s.ms to ripple through her. His eyes softened, looking down at her, her gasps of breath still apparent. Her eyes fluttered and looked up at him. He flexed his c.o.c.k deep inside her and she tightened her hands around him, her eyebrows forming a crease. At his third flex she screamed out, clutching him, her nails penetrating the skin of his back, her o.r.g.a.s.m shaking her. He smiled and withdrew his c.o.c.k, laying over her, feeling her breath rise and fall. Her fingernails gently withdrew, his wounds healing as quickly as she had made them.

Eric cradled her body in his arms and moved her as simply as he would a child's doll further up on the bed. He laid her head against a soft pillow. He pulled her dress back down her waist covering her s.e.x almost discreetly. He lay down next to her on his side, looking at her, watching her.

"I don't think I have been welcomed in such a way in my entire life."

Melody remarked, blushing slightly in the candlelight. He chuckled.