I awoke to the sound of gentle rain, not rain really more like a light mist. I looked at the clock on the night table to see that it was a quarter past nine in the morning. It had been ages since I had a proper lie-in and it had been so desperately needed. I raised my arms above my head and did a full body stretch, only satisfied when my back did a series of crackles. I climbed down from the bed and raised the windows a couple inches not too much to get the room damp but enough to let fresh air in. I grabbed my robe from the reading chair in the corner of the room and stopped abruptly. I could smell the scent of another. The man who had been watching me on the balcony last night had taken it upon himself to watch me sleep. I should feel disturbed by this but I wasn't. I was more disturbed at my lack of concern for being watch by some creature of the night.

Not dwelling on unpleasant thoughts I put a kettle on to boil. I have never been one for breakfast in the mornings. I prefer to give my stomach a few hours to wake before putting it to work. I do however love to start my mornings with a steaming cup of catching up on the news with some Irish Breakfast I get ready for the day. A quick shower and a clean dress and I'm ready to go. I step out the front door and onto the sidewalk. I could drive but Camden is only a couple blocks away and parking would be a nightmare. I can feel his eyes on me. The streets are alive with Londoners rushing about their lives hundreds of people in every direction but I can feel his eyes on me as if they were his hands running down my back. My visitor has returned and this time I intended to have some fun. I walk into a couple of store seeming to all around just another shopper hunting for a deal but I'm not really looking at the displays. All my attention rests fully on my Mystery man. He follows me down the street, always keeping his distance. I decided to make things more interesting. Regent Park is but a few blocks away and so I set course in its direction. He doesn't disappoint, I look over my shoulder in hope of a glimpse of him. Our eyes meet and my skin turns to goose flesh. He is following me at an agonising distance.

"Oh, come now gorgeous, you wouldn't want me to think you without manners." I wanted to speed up this part of whatever it is we were doing. I feel the burst of air from his arrival against my skin. Never losing pace I keep walking and he keeps with me.

"Forgive my rudeness." His voice is deep and rough, and it sends a shiver through me. He also phrased his words as a demand more than a request. We walked in silence for a few more paces until we reached the park. I steered us off the beaten path and by a cluster of trees to shield us from prying eyes and ears.

"Following me down streets, watching me while I sleep" I look him straight taking great effort to keep my face completely free of any emotion and my voice as flat as I can. I finally bring my eyes up to his face. He isn't looking at me anymore, he has his eyes cast toward some birds on the iron gate. I take the opportunity to examine him fully. He is tall, exceedingly so I am five foot three and my head come to his chest he must be well over six foot and very well built. Even with all his layers on I can tell he is well defined. He has dark brown hair only a few shades lighter than black, it falls to just below his shoulders. It looks incredibly soft. He has the palest skin I've ever seen its almost translucent. It appears to be so delicate but I know that cant be the case. He looks like he was in his thirties when he was turned. With a long straight nose and a strong jaw he is easily the most handsome man I've ever seen. I bring my left hand up to his temple calling his eyes to mine by running my finger through his hair and my palm down his cheek. "Such things are easy to forgive."

At my words, his eyes come alive blazing a brilliant crimson. With his right hand, he reaches up to where my left still rests upon his cheek. He grabs my hand and pulls my wrist to his nose. As he inhales deeply his other arm snakes around my waist and pulls me tight against him. My head comes to rest upon his chest and a low growl begins to rumble beneath my ear. I close my eyes as I feel his lips place a gentle kiss on my pulse. He holds my hand our fingers intertwined with his nose buried in my hair and my head laying against him, And we stay like this unmoving quite content to take comfort in each other. After an unknown amount of time, my stomach pangs a little reminding me that I've given it nothing but tea all day.

"I'm famished" I lift my head to better see his eyes and stares down at me. Eyes that use to be a deep red have now turned to black Rather than acknowledging my statement with words he lifts me into his arms and proceeds to carry me a hundred meters to my home on Gloucester Gate, a large three-story white residence.

He gives me a disapproving look as we walk through the doors.

" You should lock your doors"

"Ah yes gross oversight on my part. Who knows what strange men could be traipsing in through all hours of the day and night." at this he gives me a smirk. He closes the door behind us and sets me on my feet. The many hours of walking and standing in the gentle rain has left my closes a little sodden. He seems to have noticed the same thing and purses his lips. He holds up a finger and twirls it in the signal for me to turn around. I oblige him and present him my back, He removes my coat and his own. Swinging me up into his arms again he walks me into the kitchen and places me on the counter. He disappears and reappears with a throw to which he drapes over my shoulders. He leaves me again and this time I hear him grab wood from the garden and bring it upstairs to the living room where he proceeds to build a fire. After a few moments, he is again standing before me. I jump down from the counter and at inhuman speeds run to my suite and disregard my wet clothes in favour something warm and dry. I arrive back in the kitchen, where I have left my new acquaintance, in black cotton trousers and a cream chunky knit jumper. His eyes roam my form up and down and up again to settle on my face.

" What is your name?"

"Marcus" He looked me straight in the eyes. " and if I may pose the same question?" with a slight smile I closed the gap between us and offered my hand in greeting.

" Hello Marcus, tis a pleasure to meet you. My name is Venus."

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