Vampire's Kiss


She was such a pretty girl.  Long, blonde hair.  She looked innocent, like
something untouched by the ravages of time or life.  She brought me a cup
of coffee, and I nearly choked on the unexpected liquor within.  She blushed
and handed me a napkin as a spit and sputtered.  I looked into her eyes,
eyes that possessed a wisdom far surpassing her age.

"Start at the beginning," she said softly, "it will help if you talk about it."

"No, it won't change anything.  I... "  I trailed off, looking deeply into
her beautiful eyes. "You know don't you?"

"Yes, but ignoring it will not change the fact of what you are."
She touched my hand softly.  "Now talk."

So, I did.

                                     - * -

It started Tuesday night.  I saw him sitting at the bar and it was obvious
that he was watching me.  He was different from all the other regulars that
came in.  He did not hit on any of the girls, but instead sat alone, waiting
for them to seek him out like moths to a flame.  I saw him -- he saw me.

I went home and I dreamed, dreamed of him.  Every dream I had was wilder
than the last, and so real that by the end of the week, I was waking up in
cold sweats.  He knew I was dreaming and what the dreams were.  I could just
tell by the way he stared, but never talked to me.

It was not until Saturday night that he approached me.  I was leaving to
go home, and, there he was, standing by my car.  I looked around the parking
lot, but no one was there.  It wouldn't have mattered if there were, not in
that part of town anyway.

I asked him his name, but instead of answering he just looked at me.
Perhaps it was the way he looked; arresting, dark golden hair, eyes black as
a void, pale golden skin, and a rueful smile, like an exotic gypsy, so dark
and mysterious, but more like a naughty angel fallen from grace. His eyes spoke
to me, his smile saying things I have no words for now. Then, without a word,
he simply took me home.

I remember feeling strange as if I were being led somewhere I didn't want
to go, but then I felt safe and warm with him. The sense of intense danger
radiated from him, like being shut in a room with a starving lion and I was
not on the outside. I invited him in for a drink and he walked around the
apartment as if he had been there before. He touched everything as if to
memorize its texture, stopping at a painting on a rickety old easel.

"Who is she?"

"No one... a friend painted her for me."

"She looks sad," he whispered.  I remember thinking how odd, you could
never see her face because of her hair.  How would anyone know she was sad?

"Are you sad like her?," he asked with a gentle smile as he turned toward
the kitchen and walked away.

He returned a moment later with a bottle of my wine and opened it to
the glasses he had brought.  Again, it seemed as if he had been here
before.  I lit some candles I had around the place and sat down in a chair
at the table.  He waited until I had sat down.  He paced the room as I
answered his probing questions.

While I was talking, I felt a cool hand caress my the back of my neck.
I jumped, startled at the unexpected touch, and he smiled strangely at me
and continued pacing. The candles flickered and died in his wake, leaving
only one glowing eerily in the shadows behind him.

I started to get up off the couch, but he pulled me into his arms and began
to dance.  I told him there was no music, and he simply replied, 'Listen
closely,' and kissed my ear.

And so we danced.  And as I moved, the dreams of him and I flashed in my
mind like so many pictures.  I remember the touch of his hands on my breast,
his lips kissing my neck, the thrill of him thrusting inside me, and the
pleasure of the way I felt, so hot, so good.  We danced and my body began
to ache.  I could almost feel his hands touching me.  I felt myself getting
wet, my blood pulsing and my heart pounding.

I jerked out of his arms and stood still.  He grabbed me and started twirling
around the room. I grew dizzy, and my pulse was racing. Suddenly we fell onto
my bed, my breath coming in quick gasps. He pushed my hair back from my face
and looked down into my eyes, then back around the room. He stood and touched
the bed post, running his hands down the wood, then walked to window. I stared
at him thinking he was perfect, and I just simply could not figure out what
the hell he was doing here with me.

I closed my eyes, to try and regain my balance. 'This was a mistake,' I thought.
'I don't even know him'.  I started to turn, to ask him to leave but as I opened
my mouth to speak, I felt his body fall against mine and his mouth smothered my
protest in a kiss. His tongue was warm and persistent.  Without conscious
volition, my arms went around him, pulling him down on top of me. His skin was
so cool next to mine. as his body locked mine to the mattress. I felt him
leave tiny kisses all over my face and neck, and his mouth settled next to
my ear, whispering words that filled my mind, making it hard for me to think.

He was telling me how he was going to make love to me like no other man ever
could, touch me as no one else had dared. I turned my head to stop his words,
but he grabbed my face and held it still. I could not turn, I could not move.

He continued talking, and the feeling was so intense. He told me in grave
detail how he was going to kiss my breast, but as he talked, I could feel his
lips on my breast and a tongue twirling around my nipple, drawing it into a
warm mouth and sucking at the core of my body. As he talked his way down my
body, I could feel his hands and warm breath touching my skin. I could feel
the stroke of his hands low down my back and his lips on my breast. As he
described more, I could feel the kiss move down over my stomach, farther
down. It was the sensation of a tongue bathing me, tasting me, that broke me.
 I bucked like a wild horse trying to knock him off of me. He stood and walked
away from the bed.

'Take your clothes off,' he whispered so quietly as if he were not the one
who had just been saying all those delicious things to me.  My hands moved
automatically to remove my clothes, my nipples so hard and tender as if
someone had really touched them.  I stood up to slip my jeans down my legs
when I felt him hook a finger around the edge of my panties and pull them
down along with the denim.

When did he take his clothes off, I never saw.  He was naked.  He was hard
and looked frightening.  I heard him speak but his lips never moved.  His
voice was soft and smooth like good whiskey.  The more he spoke, the more
quickly my blood ran, the harder my heart pumped, and the wetter I became.
If my mind were protesting, my body did not care.  It wanted him now.  My
head filled with his words, his voice slow and thick in my ears as he took
a step closer to me.

He looked in my eyes I started to turn my head but he held me still and asked
me how much I wanted him. I think I will always remember that smile, the one
that said 'I win'.

I looked in his eyes and held his gaze while his hand moved across my stomach
till his fingers drew lazy circles around my navel. His hand slide through my
curls and into me; I was soaked.

I locked my thighs around his questing hand as he pushed me down onto the
bed. We fell on the covers and he stopped and looked at me, his smiling
teasing me. As his eyes penetrated me, I could feel my body throbbing with
desire, more intense than any I have ever felt. I began to feel as if my mind
and body were separate, as if I were watching myself from the edge of my room.
The mirror on my dresser; that was it. I was looking at us in the mirror.
His body and mine together, the contrast of skin and the colors from the quilt.

His hand still between my thighs, he pushed my legs further apart. I could hear
him softly in my head telling me to open up, and I had no will to resist.
He kneeled between my thighs and slowly ran his cool hands down my legs opening
me more. He bent my knees and pulled my thighs over his. I could feel him laying
hotly against me. The thought passed through my mind, 'He will hurt me.' But I
heard his voice in my head, saying "No". I thought he was going to take me now
but he was telling again, "No". I heard this in my mind, and realized that
he had never spoken aloud. No sound other than our breath moved the air, mine
was ragged and choppy, his slow and even, so very even.

I realized I had yet to touch him, to feel him, to move him in any way
and I wanted so much to. He smiled and we flipped over.

He grabbed my hands and covered wrapped them around his hardness, pulling
himself through my fingers and thrusting into my palm. I gasped at the
sensation that flooded me as if I could feel his pleasure. I started shaking
and laid on his chest, tilting my head to kiss his throat. I could feel the
pulse there and heard a hiss from his sealed lips. I strained back to kiss him,
running my tongue around his mouth, licking and sucking on his lower lip,
trying to get him to open his mouth. He seemed amused at my efforts to try
and arouse him.

We twisted again, in one motion positioning my body and sliding into me.
He continued to thrust hard into me as his tongue entered my mouth. I felt him
full and deep, my body quivered around him, my thighs grasped his hips and I
twisted beneath him to get him to move, to enhance his pleasure. Immediately
he stopped moving. But he was still inside of me, so hot, filling me.

"Hold still", he said in my mind. "Tell me what you want". My only thoughts,
if you could call them that, were that I wanted him, hard and fast. As if he
knew, he started pumping in and out in steady rhythm. My breath caught in my
throat as I arched against his him, my body throwing itself into every thrust.

I could feel the pressure building up inside of me as he thrust into me, and I
was ready to explode. My orgasm rocked me, coming again and again. I jerked
softly and my thighs locked and released around him, as each wave passed
through me like molten fire.

He waited for me to calm down and asked me was I satisfied. I murmured yes and
closed my eyes, lowering my face to his chest. But I still felt him burning
hard within me, and I looked up into his eyes. I started to ask him if he was
ready, and he told me he had not even started yet. It was then that he took me
as no other man could, no other mortal man.

How can I describe what I felt? It was like having several men make love to me
at once. As he moved within me I felt a mouth on each breast, a tongue licking
my body, a hand caressing my thighs, and him kissing me, taking my moans and
cries in like he was stealing the breath from my soul. I was winding up tighter
and tighter, more intense than even moments ago. My body quivered and bucked
against him, completely out of my control.

I begged, I pleaded for mercy - or was it completion? I fell off the earth as
I knew it and it was then, that he stopped kissing me and I felt his mouth on
my breast and pain that mingled pleasure to a point where I exploded again.

And as I slipped into unconsciousness, body and mind pushed beyond their limits,
his cry of pleasure was the last thing I heard.

			- * -

I was looking in my coffee cup and she leaned over and asked
"Did you want to be changed?"

She searched my face and I looked into her eyes
and remembered.

			- * -

I woke up with a metallic taste in my mouth and a burning in me as if my
heart were on fire. I ached all over, as if I had the flu.

I looked around the room and everything was clean as if weeks had gone by
and I just sleep through it all. He walked to the bed and picked me up in
his arms.  "You're awake. It is time for a bath."

I tried to talk and protest, but he put a gentle finger to my lips and silenced
me. Picking me up like a child, he brought me to the tub. I closed my eyes,
too weak to fight him, as he bathed me.

As he ran a soapy cloth over my body, I heard him telling me he has been
waiting a long time for me to wake up. As he rinsed the soap from my body,
his hand slipped down between my thighs.

My body responded instantly, opening to his touch. His fingers were inside
me before I could even spread my legs. I leaned back against the wall as he
slid down my body and licked stray drops of water from my skin. He kissed me
and moved close. My body pressed against him as he thrust into me. I threw
my arms around him and straddled his thighs, riding him quickly and violently.
My body trembling and I came over and over and over, waves crashing between
us. This time, I could feel his passion too, his body coming with mine.
I could sense his release within me, and it felt like fire up my spine.

When it was over he cleaned me up and took me to my room. I walked to my
dresser and looked into the mirror. He came up behind me, his hands moving
to touch me, and said I belonged to him now. I looked at my reflection and
softly caressed the two small puncture marks above my right breast and felt the
tenderness there. His arms around my waist, he pulled me back against him and
and whispered in my ear so softly,

                                   - * -

"Well, what did he say," the young girl asked quietly.

"'A Vampire's kiss', that's all. 'You will be fine.'"

"Then what did you do?"

I smiled softly, letting me voice slip into her mind.
"Well, I'm here, aren't I?"