Obsidiana

Night and Blood

Beta: hurdygurdygirl

Obsidiana

Night and Blood

Beta: hurdygurdygirl

Chapter 7

Andrea was anxious, trying to define the emotions crossing her heart. She was riding in a car in the company of a mysterious, stunning woman. That was unusual, considering Andy's quiet and reserved nature that leads her to trust people only after a long time. Andy watches her drive, thinking that she is definitely the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. Miranda should have around 40 years old, appeared to be rich and sophisticated. Her face was pale, surrounded by an abundance of smooth silver hair and bright blue eyes that were taking Andrea's breath away. Her body was sculptural and she certainly looked younger than she really was. Her hands were long and delicate and she drove with precise movements.

Andy wondered if the older woman was only interested in taking her to bed. She thought that if this was the case, she would make the best of the opportunity, considering that the older woman was stunning and Andy was no child. Despite the excitement, she was truly concerned about the flood of emotions invading her body. Every single time those blue eyes looked in her direction she felt the same delicious hot wave all over her. Her stare was intense and seemed to be drinking in her image.

Andy couldn't stop thinking about how it would be to actually kiss those luscious lips and touch that fantastic body. On the other hand, she would have to admit being deadly afraid to fall in love.

Miranda felt she was being observed and allowed Andrea's scrutiny, seeing naked desire in those beautiful brown eyes. She was aware of her own beauty and knew that her predator nature would attract the desire of any human. That was part of her curse. Vampires were almost irresistible to their prey, but Miranda didn't want to attract the young woman using her preternatural subterfuges. She would be patient and carefully pursue her beloved.

...

She parked in front of the house and led Andy to the door. As they came in, it was evident that young woman was impressed with the house and Miranda felt apprehensive about the display of power evocated by Serena's and Emily's decoration choices. The house was indeed opulent and Andrea seemed to be a person of simple habits. She tried to make the girl comfortable, opening the door to lead her across the living room.

"Please, make yourself comfortable Andrea, while I'll get us something to drink."

She went to the counter and poured some whiskey for both of them. She came back and sat down on the sofa facing Andy, as the other woman took a sip of her glass, smiling at her.

"You have a beautiful home."

"Actually, I'm more like a guest here; that's my sister's house. She's traveling with her wife now and I never stay enough time in a city to have my own place. I travel a lot for work."

"And what's your occupation?"

"I'm an investor, working in the financial market. As a young woman I inherited a certain amount of money that allows me to live in tranquility. I just need to invest it properly. "

Miranda decided to tell her a sequence of half-truths. She actually owned a small family fortune and her only job was to monitor the application of it in financial markets. She had always done it personally and the Internet facilitated the process immensely.

Andy looked down. Miranda felt her retract, worrying immediately.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No, of course not. I was just thinking that we're from very different worlds. "

Miranda was tense for a moment.

"And you think this is a problem?"

Andy smiled, but Miranda felt that something worried her. Trying to lighten the mood she asks.

"Could you talk a little about you? What do you like? What do you do?"

"I'm a journalism professor on NYU; I live alone and have supported myself since I was twenty two years old. My family is from Ohio and I have few friends. "

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I have lived with a woman for some years, but the relationship is over"

"What happened?"

Andrea had a sad look in her eyes as she stood up, walking toward a window. Miranda felt the change brought by the topic and mentally chided herself for bring it up.

"I'm sorry Andrea, I didn't meant to be intrusive"

Andy turned looked again to Miranda, her eyes brimming with tears.

"No problem, it's not your fault."

Miranda rose, approaching. Reaching out tentatively she touched Andy's face.

"Tell me, what's the matter? Is there anything I can do? "

"No, nobody can help me. I have problems I can't solve."

Miranda was feeling overwhelmed by emotions. All she wants is take the young woman in her arms and hold her forever, but she knows that any premature movements would only scare Andrea away. Carefully, she asks.

"Would you mind telling me? I understand that we barely know each other, but I would love to know you better."

Andrea looks at her for a long moment making Miranda believed she wouldn't respond. Suddenly she smiles and her shining eyes met Miranda's.

"It's funny. I just don't trust people, you know? Especially, when I don't know them. I'm surprised because all I want right now is to tell you everything… how is that possible Miranda?"

In a whisper the older woman only says.

"I can't explain it any more than you. All I know is that I want you to tell me, please."

Andy turns to the window again, facing the night sky. After a long moment she begins.

"I am haunted by images and unexplained dreams. I've tried treatment, but doctors are unable to help me. Sometimes I feel I'm going crazy and frankly I think that I'm not good enough for anyone. I'm alone because I'm unable to keep relationships. Sorry to be talking about it, it's not your problem. "

Miranda took her hand.

"Don't be sad. I don't care. Would you like to talk about that?"

Andy looked at her eyes with an air of defiance.

"Actually, no. I would like to talk about anything besides my problems right now."

Miranda tried to speculate about the other woman's thoughts. She struggled to grasp something, but her mind remained blocked. This was frustrating - depending on the words as any mortal. She managed to capture some feeling, poorly defined: sadness, confusion and desire.

Miranda concluded that Andrea was probably afraid that she only intended to take her to bed. A beautiful girl like her should often attract older women, who had no intention of making commitments, but rather, to drink at the source of her beauty. Miranda wanted to show her how wrong she was. She smiled, reached out, clasping their fingers.

"Come on; let's go outside, we have a beautiful garden across the library. Let's sit there for a while. "

The night was cold, but pleasant. She conducted the young woman to an open garden, surrounded by wooden tables that lay in front of a pool. The full moon made the night light and a gentle breeze caressed their skin.

Andrea sat beside the enigmatic woman, feeling a strong yet inexplicable sense of familiarity. She was silent, sustaining Miranda's deep stare. The intense light in her eyes was evocating small electrical charges all around her body.

Miranda was analyzing her possibilities, looking for a better way to let the woman know her feelings. The intense desire on Andrea's eyes mirrored her own and she couldn't contain the words as they cascaded through her mouth.

"You remind me of someone I loved a long time ago."

Andy had the impression that Miranda's eyes changed to a darker tone, shining brightly.

"Where's she now?"

Miranda sighed and closed her eyes, trying to control the wave of pain invading her heart.

"She's gone"

Andy's face was anguished.

"What happened?"

Miranda looked at the moon's reflection in the pool breathing deeply, in attempt to control the urge to tell her everything. She answered briefly:

"It's a long story and it happened a long time ago. One day I will tell you, but not today. Tonight I don't want to talk about sad things, because I'm happy to have you here with me. "

The look on Andy's face softened as she smiled. Miranda gasped, reveling in the similarities between the woman seated in front of her and Madeleine. Their eyes shone with the same intensity. Holding her gaze, she moves almost imperceptibly, approaching their heads slowly. Their breaths melted and Miranda's heart thundered violently.

Andy felt as if her heart would stop. She extended her hand gently, caressing the older woman's face, which closed her eyes absorbing the softness of her touch. Andy's skin was warm and her hands so soft. Miranda shuddered. Andy misunderstood the sign, retreating.

"I'm sorry."

Miranda felt her absence immediately, unconsciously reaching for the girl's hands.

"Do not apologize, please"

Their eyes met again and time seemed suspended - there was no present or past, or the night, or the moon – just each other. Miranda was lost in the dark eyes of Andy –Madeleine's eyes. Andy was lost in a fleeting memory, a distant dream. Miranda found her voice again.

"You're so beautiful. Don't apologize for touching me; I've been wanting that since the first time I saw you. "

Andy smiled shyly and looked back Miranda's face, staring intently into her eyes. She noted Miranda's remarkable beauty even in semi-darkness, admiring her white skin and those blue orbs shining almost supernaturally.

"For a long time I didn't let anyone come near me and I certainly never allowed someone who I barely knew affects me this way. I am enchanted by you."

Miranda smiled, covering Andy's hand resting on her face. Lacing their fingers she whispered.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you…"

Andy couldn't control the flood of emotions that hit her. Miranda's face was so close to her that she could feel the warmth of her sweet breath. Longing for the taste of her lips, she covered the distance, kissing her with abandon. Nothing had prepared them for those feelings. A current passed between their bodies and they unconsciously approached.

The kiss was not hesitant, but starving, like lovers who haven't seen each other for a long time, craving to be completed. Andy kissed her possessively, flooded by a wave of desire completely alien to her experience. It was beyond logical reasoning and she could not think, just feel.

Miranda felt as if she was out of her body, jumping off a cliff. The taste of Andy engulfed her and suddenly she was afraid to lose control - the smell of Andrea's blood was intense and the beat of her heart a sobering reminder that Miranda could offer risk. She couldn't get going, it would be dangerous. She slowed the kiss to a gentle cadence, stroking Andy's lips languidly. She put some distance between their mouths smiling, holding Andy's face with both hands. She kept their lips to a minimum distance, enough to whisper words of affection. Andrea had her eyes closed, breathing heavily.

"You're beautiful… the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, my Andrea..."

Andy opened her eyes and they were brimming with tears. In a barely perceptible whisper said:

"Who are you? Why do I feel like knowing you? This is impossible… please, tell me, who are you?"

Miranda looked intently into her eyes, words failed her.

"I do not know what forces of fate brought us together, but I also feel that I know you dear, you have no idea what you did to me with that kiss."

Tears rolled down the face of Andy and Miranda collected them with a kiss.

"I can't understand Miranda. My life has been so difficult lately. For years I've been cursed by nightmares, feeling completely out of my own life. Now, in your arms, I feel completely at peace for the first time in five years. How is this possible? This is madness!"

Miranda chose her words carefully. She couldn't voice her thoughts, but she was elated to realize that somehow the younger woman felt the undeniable bond between them. Andrea felt at peace in her arms and that was all she needed to know at the moment.

"Listen to me Andrea, I don't know what happened. I have traveled the world and have lived long enough for ten lives. If you asked me what I'd like to do now, I would tell you that I want to keep you here with me. But you're right; this is weird, crazy. As you, I can't explain my feelings. Tell me now; do we really have to explain this? I learned from experience that it's not worth rushing things, especially the most important ones. Today we met and I would like to see you again tomorrow. Maybe we could have dinner, to know each other better. I'd like to learn everything about you. Do you think this is possible? Would you like to know me better or are you scared? "

She looked at Andy's face trying to hide her expectations. If the girl decided she no longer wanted to see her, she would be damned. Andrea seemed lost in a dream, looking at her eyes with a disturbing tranquility.

"No, I'm not scared. I believe the last thing I would feel around you is fear. "

Her lips trembled slightly and Miranda felt a deep ache in her chest. Andrea continued.

"You're right, let's have patience. I would love to meet you again tomorrow. "

Andy hesitated for a moment and said.

"How long will you stay in New York?"

Miranda smiled tenderly. She knew what the girl was thinking without reading her thoughts. She wondered how long she would be around; assuming Miranda works would lead her to another city. In any other situation she would be correct and Miranda wouldn't stay anywhere for more than a few weeks. Now however, all she knew was that she had found her heart again. Long ago, Madeleine had been her home.

"I'm not going anywhere until I know what we have here.

Andy smiled broadly and Miranda felt her heart melt, not resisting the urge to kiss her again. The kiss was tender this time, tranquil, as if each one of them tried to memorize the sensations. After a long moment, Miranda pulled away.

"Can I take you home now? It's late and I have to work tomorrow. I won't be able to contact you during the day. Will you be disappointed with me?"

Miranda smiled as he asked. Andy looked down and laughed.

"No, I won't, I will also have a full day tomorrow."

"Great, so what time can we meet? Eight o'clock would be a good time for you? "

Andy smiled and looked into her eyes.

"It would be wonderful."

"I will work all day and be a little tired at night. Do you mind if we meet here at my house? I'll prepare something for you. "

"No, I don't mind."

Miranda would rather be at home instead of going to a public place. She wanted Andy to herself, without worrying about the looks of others, or even with her own appearance. Of course she would have to be careful, feeding properly before meeting her. Miranda smiled, approached once more, giving a soft kiss on Andy's lips. Holding her hand she stands.

"Come, I'll take you home now."

…

On the way to Andy's house they were silent. Needing to feel the older woman, she held out her left hand resting it on Miranda's right thigh as Miranda covered it with her own. Miranda had to make a tremendous effort to keep focused on the road, felling the heat radiating from Andrea's body. She could no longer contain the flood of sweet memories that her presence evoked - Madeleine in her arms, her body taken by desire, longing for her touch, her soft and delicious sounds as Miranda touched her intimately.

When they arrived at Andy's house, Miranda parked the car and turned on the seat to see Andrea's beautiful face.

"I can't wait to see you again. You will be my thoughts and dreams until tomorrow."

Andy smiled and looked down shyly:

"I will be thinking of you ..."

After a brief moment she looked unsure.

"See you tomorrow then?"

"Yes, tomorrow."

Miranda came close again and kissed her gently.

"I'll wait until you to enter your building."

Andy stroked her face, kissed her again and opened the passenger door.

"Goodbye"

She climbed the stairs and waved to Miranda. Feeling like a teenager in her first date, she couldn't get the silly grin from her face. Miranda was wonderful and she could hardly believe her feelings when she looked at her. She went into her apartment and fell on bed, sleeping without dreams.

...

Miranda watches Andrea until she enters the building. The cold night air brings through the car window an unmistakably odious smell and she looks around, trying to locate the source. Across the street she sees a pale face and an ironic smile. She starts the car, knowing that she would be followed. Back in the house she sits in her living room waiting for the visit of an unwelcome guest.

TBC