Yes, this is very indulgent. Yes, my vampire is stereotypical. Oh well. I like it. Please Read and Review.
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He stopped right in front of her. He was close enough that she could reach out and touch him. Not that she would...
"Why not? I can assure you, I would not mind." His voice slid over her like silk, both chilling her and comforting her and effectively stealing her breath away.
She couldn't will herself to respond and knew even if she did she wouldn't be able to manage anything intelligent. She had been entranced by his lips as he spoke but wished that she could actually see his face clearly.
"Whatever you wish, my dear," he said, bending down so that his face was only inches from her own.
Oh, dear Lord. He was beautiful. No, that wasn't right. His face was all hard planes and angles. It was too masculine to be referred to as beautiful. The lips smiling down at her softened his countenance, making her feel somewhat less intimidated. And his eyes, they were so dark. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown, but his actually seemed to be black. That wasn't possible, was it?
He chuckled. "You're adorable, you know that?" His hair fell over his eyes and he tossed his head to shake it back in place. It put her black locks to shame.
"Not true, sweetheart. Your hair is like black silk," he murmured, lifting a section and rubbing it gently.
"What...what are you doing in my room?" she asked after what seemed like an eternity.
"It's raining outside, darling. I assumed no one was home and I needed a place to rest. As the window was open, it seemed a better alternative to trying to fly somewhere else in this storm."
"Fly?" she queried, already suspecting what his answer would be but unable to process such a possibility.
"Why, love, I'm a vampire."