I would like to take this chance to tell the readers that this is the first
story I have ever let anyone read that is not a close friend. I would like
constructive criticism from all that feel they should give it. Also, this
is a story about a Toreador so if you think that there won't be sex scenes
in it you are sadly mistaken.
In a small suburb of Chicago, Rose walked home along the dark streets of Naperville. It was a safe town. The moon shone off the wet pavement but she didn't see its beauty. At the age of 21 she had just gotten her first decent paying job. She was thinking about the strange and beautiful man that had come to the pub where she worked for the last two nights. She thought of how much he resembled the man that had haunted her dreams for years. The man in her dreams that had been responsible for her success as an author. The man at her work fit the description to a fault. He had black hair down to his shoulders, steel blue eyes, an earring in his right ear, and was the perfect specimen of male beauty that Darien was. Many nights she had woken thinking she had felt his presence in her room but found no trace of the wonderful creature. Darien was a vampire. But such things do not exist. Or so she thought until she had met this man. There was a strange aura that she could see around him that frightened her, took her breath away from her, and yet it excited her in the core of her essence. He had walked into the pub and looked at her with smoldering dark eyes that she could have gotten lost in.
"Shot of whisky please," he said in a voice that brushed her skin like silk.
It took her a moment to realize exactly what he had said. She filled the shot glass and went, reluctantly, to serve someone that had just sat at the bar. When she looked up he was there next to the bar looking at her.
"So," he asked, "do you work this time every night?"
Stammering she looked at him. "Um, yes I do."
"Well I might just come and see you again." He said with a wink.
She was three blocks away from home thinking about those eyes. A car drove by and honked. It stopped ahead of her and two guys from the bar got out. They sauntered up to her drunkenly. Rose slipped her hand in her pocket for the butterfly knife she carried with her. She fingered it as they got closer.
"Hey there sexy. Want a ride?" one of them asked.
"No...really, I'm fine." she said feeling nervous
As they walked towards her she took a step backwards. They looked at her and broke into a run. Rose turned and ran. She tried to get the knife out of her pocket and open it. She could hear them gaining on her. They were right behind her now. Opening the knife she turned around. They were gone! She looked around the area. They were nowhere to be seen.
Confused she returned home and looked at the clock. She had gotten off work at 3am. It was 4:20 now. Puzzled she tried to remember where she had been. Oh well, she thought, I'll just go to bed.
Darien walked into her room. She had been at the pub the last two nights and caught his attention. Her straight black hair falling around her like a dark halo. He was entranced with her. He wanted her. But he could never be with her. He watched her sleep as he had so many nights. Walking up to the bed he lifted the covers and looked at her beautiful body. He shed his clothes and lay next to her. Pulling her close she stirred. He kissed her lips and hair and ran his hands down her body. She responded to him so wonderfully. It was as if they were made for each other. Turning to him she kissed him back. "please" she whispered. How could he deny her the pleasure she sought. He had saved her from those men. They could have only dreamt to be where he was at that moment. His hand seemed to have a mind of their own. Trailing them from her face to her neck he felt the marks he had left the night before. He kissed the spot. Luckily he had already fed this night so he would not have to do this again. He moved his hands to her shoulders and then to her wonderful breasts. They were soft and yet firm at his touch. She moved against him. Her flesh was warm against his and he felt that he could stay there for the rest of his life and never be cold again.
As he pulled her to him he felt her shiver. His skin was like ice, he knew that. It hurt him to see her not happy. He had been given his orders but did not know if he could follow them. She knew too much. His sire had told him to kill the girl. But looking at her he could not. He looked at her and wondered how she knew so much about his life. She was mortal and yet she seemed to know him better than he knew himself. If he killed her it would be a waist of her talent. As the head of clan Toreador in his city he felt that her talents would be better used than destroyed. But it wasn't just that which was keeping her alive. Although he had been dead for hundreds of years, he found himself feeling an emotion for this mortal. Looking down at her he made a decision. He would take her in.
Lowering his head he kissed her gently on her lips. He kissed her cheek. She turned into him and lifted her neck to his mouth. He kissed her trying not to take her invitation. She grabbed his head and pressed it to her neck. Unable to fight the urge anymore he bit her softly. She sighed, molding her body to his. He bit her harder.
Rose awoke suddenly. Sitting up she looked around the room. Again she thought she felt his presence. The dream had been so real. Who was this girl he sought? Standing she looked in the mirror. Seeing the marks on her neck she finally realized the truth. The man in the pub had been the same one that she had lusted over for years. She stood looking in the mirror to shocked to move. Feeling a breath on her neck she spun around. There he was. In her own room. Unaware of her nudity she looked deeply into his eyes. Taking a step forward he wrapped his arms around her. Kissing her and feeling her respond again. Her thoughts raced. How can this be she thought. He took a step back. Waving his hand in front of her eyes. "Sleep" he whispered. Her eyes rolled back into her head and sleep over took her body and mind. He caught her and placed her in bed. "Forget" he whispered again.
In a small suburb of Chicago, Rose walked home along the dark streets of Naperville. It was a safe town. The moon shone off the wet pavement but she didn't see its beauty. At the age of 21 she had just gotten her first decent paying job. She was thinking about the strange and beautiful man that had come to the pub where she worked for the last two nights. She thought of how much he resembled the man that had haunted her dreams for years. The man in her dreams that had been responsible for her success as an author. The man at her work fit the description to a fault. He had black hair down to his shoulders, steel blue eyes, an earring in his right ear, and was the perfect specimen of male beauty that Darien was. Many nights she had woken thinking she had felt his presence in her room but found no trace of the wonderful creature. Darien was a vampire. But such things do not exist. Or so she thought until she had met this man. There was a strange aura that she could see around him that frightened her, took her breath away from her, and yet it excited her in the core of her essence. He had walked into the pub and looked at her with smoldering dark eyes that she could have gotten lost in.
"Shot of whisky please," he said in a voice that brushed her skin like silk.
It took her a moment to realize exactly what he had said. She filled the shot glass and went, reluctantly, to serve someone that had just sat at the bar. When she looked up he was there next to the bar looking at her.
"So," he asked, "do you work this time every night?"
Stammering she looked at him. "Um, yes I do."
"Well I might just come and see you again." He said with a wink.
She was three blocks away from home thinking about those eyes. A car drove by and honked. It stopped ahead of her and two guys from the bar got out. They sauntered up to her drunkenly. Rose slipped her hand in her pocket for the butterfly knife she carried with her. She fingered it as they got closer.
"Hey there sexy. Want a ride?" one of them asked.
"No...really, I'm fine." she said feeling nervous
As they walked towards her she took a step backwards. They looked at her and broke into a run. Rose turned and ran. She tried to get the knife out of her pocket and open it. She could hear them gaining on her. They were right behind her now. Opening the knife she turned around. They were gone! She looked around the area. They were nowhere to be seen.
Confused she returned home and looked at the clock. She had gotten off work at 3am. It was 4:20 now. Puzzled she tried to remember where she had been. Oh well, she thought, I'll just go to bed.
Darien walked into her room. She had been at the pub the last two nights and caught his attention. Her straight black hair falling around her like a dark halo. He was entranced with her. He wanted her. But he could never be with her. He watched her sleep as he had so many nights. Walking up to the bed he lifted the covers and looked at her beautiful body. He shed his clothes and lay next to her. Pulling her close she stirred. He kissed her lips and hair and ran his hands down her body. She responded to him so wonderfully. It was as if they were made for each other. Turning to him she kissed him back. "please" she whispered. How could he deny her the pleasure she sought. He had saved her from those men. They could have only dreamt to be where he was at that moment. His hand seemed to have a mind of their own. Trailing them from her face to her neck he felt the marks he had left the night before. He kissed the spot. Luckily he had already fed this night so he would not have to do this again. He moved his hands to her shoulders and then to her wonderful breasts. They were soft and yet firm at his touch. She moved against him. Her flesh was warm against his and he felt that he could stay there for the rest of his life and never be cold again.
As he pulled her to him he felt her shiver. His skin was like ice, he knew that. It hurt him to see her not happy. He had been given his orders but did not know if he could follow them. She knew too much. His sire had told him to kill the girl. But looking at her he could not. He looked at her and wondered how she knew so much about his life. She was mortal and yet she seemed to know him better than he knew himself. If he killed her it would be a waist of her talent. As the head of clan Toreador in his city he felt that her talents would be better used than destroyed. But it wasn't just that which was keeping her alive. Although he had been dead for hundreds of years, he found himself feeling an emotion for this mortal. Looking down at her he made a decision. He would take her in.
Lowering his head he kissed her gently on her lips. He kissed her cheek. She turned into him and lifted her neck to his mouth. He kissed her trying not to take her invitation. She grabbed his head and pressed it to her neck. Unable to fight the urge anymore he bit her softly. She sighed, molding her body to his. He bit her harder.
Rose awoke suddenly. Sitting up she looked around the room. Again she thought she felt his presence. The dream had been so real. Who was this girl he sought? Standing she looked in the mirror. Seeing the marks on her neck she finally realized the truth. The man in the pub had been the same one that she had lusted over for years. She stood looking in the mirror to shocked to move. Feeling a breath on her neck she spun around. There he was. In her own room. Unaware of her nudity she looked deeply into his eyes. Taking a step forward he wrapped his arms around her. Kissing her and feeling her respond again. Her thoughts raced. How can this be she thought. He took a step back. Waving his hand in front of her eyes. "Sleep" he whispered. Her eyes rolled back into her head and sleep over took her body and mind. He caught her and placed her in bed. "Forget" he whispered again.