Chapter 9 - Disappointment

"Are you all right?" the tall one asked as Vicki moved across the room. He moved towards her waiting to catch her if she fell.

"Perfectly," she said, but stumbled as she tried to cross the room seductively in her high heels.

He laughed, coming to her aid, leading her to the couch. "I hope you can still enjoy this", trailing his fingers down the side of her face. He reached to touch her hair then bent in for a gentle kiss tasting her mouth for the first time.

The heat that instantly pervaded her was electric from the kiss. Like a shock, it traveled from her mouth to her torso and limbs, she trembled, bringing her hands forward and placing them on his chest.

Vicki moved her hands across the broad planes of his chest feeling tight muscles beneath of the fabric of his expensive shirt. Trembling slightly Vicki opened the top buttoms and moved her hands underneath the fabric. He smelled of woods, earth and musk. The passion began to pool between her thighs, soaking through her thin underwear.

He kissed like a practiced lover, parting her lips with a controlled, hot, wet passion. She tasted his lips, his tongue, the movement of it within her mouth seemed to be an invasion so intimate it elicited anticipation through Vickis body. She felt the rising thunder of her heart, the pulse of blood, the fever of it. She inhaled with a deep shudder.

"Should I stop?" he asked moving his lips away from hers and nuzzling her neck, drawing in her scent.

Had he spoken the words, or like shadows and whispers in the night or had she imagined them?

Desire raged throughout her body, hormones out of control unleashed from Vicki's steel like grip. So much desire burning inside. Vicki arched her back and groaned, bring her body closer to his.

What was happening? she thought, feeling a change coming over her. It began as a shuddering and them as if becoming a puppet under the control of some other Vicki pushed against the stranger and he started to remove her dress. In the back of her mind a small scared voice was telling her to stop this stranger from taking her.

By the time his weight came down upon her body the panic was beyond control. Vicki started to fight like a wild animal trying to end the encountered she so desperately desired. Falling into blackness. Falling into the deep darkness as her eyes closed, watching the stranger move closer still.

...Henry's POV...

Henry slowly moved towards the door, dreading what his sensative ears might pick up but determined to keep the promise he made of keeping Vicki safe.

Astaroth was somewhere out there, the seduction even accounting for the fact it was what Vicki wanted was fast, too fast. Slowly leaning into the door Henry heard two heart beats, one slow and steady as when sleeping, the other beating only once every 10 seconds or so. He stiffened knowing that whatever was in there with Vicki wasn't human.

Henry broke through the lock on the door and moved into the room at vamp speed.

Stopping under the subdued light the scene before him was confusing. Victoria was sound asleep on the couch, her dress in disarray and sitting on a separate leather chair was the tall stranger contemplating Henry over the tips of his fingers.

Once more moving at Vamp speed Henry charged the stranger and looked around in disbelief to find the man gone from the chair and now standing across the room, arms folded behind his back.

Once more Henry flew at him to only find air and the tall one besides Vicki again, touching her cheek.

"We can do this all night if it pleases you nightwalker or we can talk". He turned his ice blue eyes towards Henry. "I mean her no harm".

Fighting to control the urge to charge again Henry nodded his assent, noting that in the short time he had been in the room there was no scent of corruption or evil that he could detect. All that lingered was the scent of trees and Vickis overwhelming state of arousal.

"What are you?" commanded Henry.

"Someone who doesn't respond to the voice, but then again you've already experienced a lot of that tonight". The stranger chuckled before continuing. "My name is Gelmir, son of Fëanor."

"How is this possible, in the almost 500 years I have walked the earth I have never come across your kind except in legend. How can I believe you are what you say you are" asked Henry frustrated.

"Come here nightwalker" commanded Gelmir causing the energy in the room to buzz.

Henry walked towards Gelmir the tall one unbuttoned his sleeve, offering the inside of his wrist to Henry.

"Taste it, taste my blood and you will know the truth"

Biting down into the flesh Henry experienced a flash of pure light, music, laughter and shades of green. In all his years as a vampire there was never an experience of such innocence and joy to be had in the feeding of blood.

Henry pulled quickly back and sat down in the chair. An elf he thought to himself. As Vicki was so fond of saying, this was turning out to be a very very long night.

Gelmir turned to Vicki and murmured "nalyë nat vanya". Looking back to Henry he translated, She is a beautiful thing.