Chapter 20: Candle Of Desire
Jane was resting comfortably in the room she called her own, thumbing through a few old books while occasionally shaking with rage as she recalled the trauma she was once forced to endure. Only when she was alone would she allow the tears to flow. Any sign of weakness, and the others might begin to lose respect for her. Not to mention falling out of favor with Aro, which she worried might happen, since she was so prized for her ferocity.
As her mind began to twist and turn as it often did, she was brought out of her melancholy by a rustle at her door. Curious, she advanced toward the heavy oaken barrier to see what the noise was. Someone had slipped a piece of aged parchment under the door. It was bound with thread and had a wax seal to seal the letter. She spied the seal: "D for Demetri, wonder what he's up to?"
It had been quite some time since Demetri lavished his caresses upon her, but with a mere thought, she once again felt his fingertips tracing over her neck and collarbone. How could she forget such sensations!
She opened the letter slowly, her melancholy long since passed, chased away by the butterflies that were now troubling her. She began to read and saw that he had written her a poem:
Candle
The candle's flame was steady and bright
across the table, his face in the light…
She was curious about
what she'd been thinking
in the moments just before now;
because now the thoughts within her mind
were more compelling somehow -
more powerful, strong and sound
as if time had been rewound
to those days when love and desire was new
He was starting to find her again,
the place inside her
where you can feel the feeling begin:
a warmth in the chest, a catch in the throat
that soon is beginning to float
to the rest of the spirit
where you know the glow
will brighten with the energy flow.
And, she knows the touch
that she wants so much
is just a moment away.
As she looks at his lips, his chin
she can feel the softening begin
those roles and responsibilities
that got you through the day
you feel slowly begin to melt away
as internally you start to relax
like the softening of a candle's wax
The flame that once flickered
has now taken hold,
stronger and steady its warm golden glow
creates a path to a gate that you know
only my energy and being can mold.
As the feelings well up and flow
from the depths of your soul
where surely you will know,
tides and currents of warmth and gold -
streams of life and power
fill all the spaces within her
with irresistible force
a positively addicting pleasure
with its message of desire.
A message you welcome and celebrate
as all your thoughts conspire
to take you, remake you
out of the image of that painful past
and you go down willingly into your future
at last.
"Oh Christ, he's writing me love poetry now," Jane thought to herself. "It's not half bad really, and it is just for me. I'm going to have to see what he's up to..."
Jane crept up the stairs to Demetri's room to see if he was there...The door was slightly ajar and the light of a candle illuminated the darkness within.
"How melodramatic!" she scoffed.
"Seduction is great theater and we are but the players." said Demetri as he stepped out of the shadows.
"Maybe you're a player and I'm just your bored audience." was Jane's retort.
She stared into his eyes as he remained silent. As she looked up at him she saw that a flame had begun to glow in his eyes. Jane drew a sharp breath as the vampire's hands gripped her shoulders and he drew her against him. The crimson eyes burned down into hers with such fierceness that she began to tremble. Her lips parted in a sigh as she waited for the inevitable kiss. She felt that now she was truly his prisoner, her fate resting in the firm hands which held her so securely. Here in the darkness she was aware of tension in him, a throbbing awareness of her as a desirable woman, and she waited in breathless silence for what must be.
"How glorious your hair is,' he said, moving his lips caressingly over her brow so that his breath sent little shivers running through her. "It bewitched me from the start. I have longed to touch your tresses like this, to feel the silken softness beneath my fingers. You are so beautiful, Jane. It's a pity such beauty should hide within a heart of stone. Yet I believe there is passion in you. Maybe I'll bring the hidden fire in your heart to life? Perhaps teach you the pleasures of womanhood?"
Her body was rigid, her face cold and white as Demetri's lips moved lingeringly down her slender throat, trailing a flickering ribbon of fire over her cool skin. She moaned softly, clenching her hands so tightly that her nails brought venom to the surface of her flesh as she willed herself to resist. Her limbs had turned to fiery liquid,making her want to press her body close to the vampire who was tormenting her.
She began to writhe restlessly beneath his demanding caresses, no longer able to control her actions. There was a growing demand in her for the complete mastery of his body, as her own cried out to him. A sigh escaped her trembling lips as he bent to kiss her once more, and she felt her mouth reaching eagerly, greedily for his and her nails dug deep into her palms to stop her crying out his name.
"Ah...do not...I cannot bear it..."
"Spare me a little tenderness, Jane. I know it's in there somewhere..."
Demetri lavished Jane with kisses once again as he extinguished the flame between his thumb and forefinger...
"I cannot!" Jane said as she tore away from Demetri,"I love Felix and you are just a distraction!"
Demetri grasped her roughly, twisting her arm..."I declare you shall be mine!"
Jane responded by setting his senses ablaze, sending him helplessly to the floor in pain and terror.
"Don't you ever forget who or what I am!" Jane screeched as she strode out the door.