Midnight blood
Chapter One
Wind rustled the trees and stirred the bloodless heart of a beautiful woman. Her hair was so brown it almost looked black, she had large pale green eyes, her icy ivory skin was untouched or scarred even after being alive for such a long time that the centuries became countless, her body was one of those that all the models had from starving and puking themselves until they were pencil-thin. Her name was Cecilia. She was from the 12th century and she was a Vampyre.
She sensed someone nearby. Branches fell and squirrels hid as she climbed the massive tree. "That smell," she whispered, her hand flying up to her mouth. Too late to realize the strange aroma, he had caught her. "Cecilia! Come down and greet me!" He grinned mockingly, knowing of course she could see it. Maybe if I stay quiet he will think he imagined it Cecilia thought to herself. No, he didn't. He was up the tree in a matter of seconds hanging upside-down on the branch above her. Now that she clearly saw him she realized there was no mistake. Smoky grey eyes, coal black hair tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, his flat muscles, and of course the arrogant smile playing over his lips. She knew him all too well.
Back when she was human her father, the baron, had loved her so much he could not push her into a marriage she did not want. But her mother could. The thoughts came flooding back to her. "But, Mother I want to choose my own husband," she cried pleadingly. Her mother, Tanya, had forced her into a marriage with Alexander a man she did not love. "You are going to do as I say!" Tanya screamed back at her. Tears flooded her cheeks and her tight dress made it hard to breath, her cries coming out in short gasping breaths. Tanya pushed her hard into the dressing room and she heard the lock click. That was when she met Lysander. He had been standing in front of her mirror posing though his reflection did not show. A scream rose in her throat. Back then Vampyres weren't just myths, they were real. But his gloved hand caught over her mouth. "Shhh. Do not be afraid." he murmured. His mouth came to her neck, her breath caught in her throat. "I have come to give you the power to make your own choices." He whispered. Lysander kissed her gently at the top of her throat, moving down slowly. Cecilia was frozen with fear and awe. He reached the hollow of her throat and listened to her heart. Then he damned her to an eternal life.
She came back to reality. I can not be afraid of Lysander anymore. Cecilia thought. So she used her spider-like abilities to climb up to the branch where he hung. He righted himself. A feral growl escaped her lips and she was surprised of the words that came out of her mouth. "Lysander, why have you come back!" she snarled fiercely although she knew all ready. Cecilia felt a strange feeling of adrenaline shoot through her veins, like something actually did flow through them. Hot breathe clouded her smell. Lysander crept closer, warily even. "I have come for you," he murmured in a voice that mimicked the one he had used to entrance me that night but it had no effect and he knew it. "I thought you would be happy," he whispered gently "To see me again." Before she realized what was happening, Lysander kissed her. His mouth met hers and the power overwhelmed her. I am just going to slap that cocky smile off his face. she thought. But Cecilia's thought betrayed her mind as she found herself kissing him back. Their breathing got heavier and kisses more animalistic. His tooth nicked her bottom lip and his eyes widened. Lysander's arms went to the back of her shirt. Searching for bare skin but not in the way a human does. He had already sucked the blood from her lip. Cecilia was the one who pulled back, and when she had just started to suck breath to tell him off about how she didn't love him and how he had told her to make her own decisions, he was gone.