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You alone
Can make my song take flight –
Help me make the music of the night...
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She lay in the darkness beside him, tired, but wakeful as he body told her it was time to be awake for the day. The dragon slumbered peacefully on the black satin, replete after his meal and their exertions overnight. He slept on his stomach, face turned toward hers, looking impossibly young. The wide, pale expanse of his back was covered in a silvery tattoo, the bluish-silver hide of a majestic dragon, wings spread out across his shoulders, the tail vanishing beneath the sheets at his waist. The dragon's eyes matched perfectly those of the man that lay next to her.

He awakened slowly as a warm hand lightly traced the tattoo on his back. Cool ice-blue eyes opened to capture velvet black ones, the hand stilling as her mind fluttered helplessly. The music was barely audible to his sensitive ears, overwhelmed by the harsh brass tones of daylight noises. You...

His eyes glowed as his mind took hold of hers, her struggles ceasing with one final tremble. It was too soon to feed if he wished her to survive, rare when he found blood as sweet, as untainted, as pure of life as hers. "Sleep..."

The imperious command in his quiet tenor had her eyes drifting shut, her mind drifting again into dark dreams...

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That night he stood once more upon the top of Tokyo tower, surveying the city splayed beneath him. The sky hung low with clouds tonight, their underbelly glazed with the orange metropolitan lights. The music swirled quietly, sedately, serenely around him, soothing his strangely turbulent soul.

He breathed deeply of the damp night air, then again, scenting, hunting for his next victim.

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A male this time, a criminal by his dress and crude mind. He was crushed, dominated, subjugated without a second's chance or thought. Bent back, artery torn, drained swiftly. Hot, bitter blood splashing in a weak arc towards the frozen concrete as the body fell, lifeless and inert to the ground.

His hunger silenced, physically sated, yet he was still unsatisfied. There was a restlessness of spirit within that refused to be hushed.

He returned to his lair and the welcoming arms of his prior victim. He fell against her slight form, nipping at her bare shoulder, tearing her slightly with his still-enlarged fangs. At the first taste of her exquisite essence, the restlessness calmed, quieted, and was finally silent.

She shuddered, gasped as the gentle harmony caressed her soul once more, promised ecstasy hinted at as he kissed the small cut dry. Her voice a quiet sultry whisper in the velvet darkness. "My Lord..."

Glowing cerulean eyes speared hers, her mind fighting his control so she could speak. "You alone can make my song take flight..."

Her surrender then was total, complete, intoxicating in its entirety. The music swelled, swirled around them both, pulling them into the darkness, into itself, before sending them flying into the night. Help me make the music of the night...

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