Dark Promises
By Anubis
Prologue
An artist was tending to business in his parlor, sketching his latest model. A fire was lit, giving light to the otherwise dark room, casting shadows in the deepest corners. The lacy curtains were pulled to, sheltering the two beings from the noisy night. Outside, horse drawn carriages pass by the window, the heavy steps echoing off the cobblestone path. Merchants called out to each other and the crowd, beckoning the last customers of the day. But the two people were oblivious to the noise, the excitement of the busy city night. The female, Melanka, posed on the couch, her hand resting carefully on her lap. She was on her back, but her face was twisted to stare back, almost defiantly, at the artist. A demur look was harbored on her fair face, seemingly unemotional. Obsidian eyes were positioned under her dark black eyebrows, plucked into a delicate swoop. She had a sharp chin, softened only by the cleft in it. High cheekbones gave her an almost regal air, and were helped by a small, straight Roman nose. Dark, blood red lips were positioned in a pout, serving for false innocence. A dark black gown covered her; its low neck hiding her white, partially exposed breasts. The dress belled out from her waist to shelter her feet and flow like inky water to the oriental carpeted floor.
She watched the artist with false curiosity, paying rapt attention to the movement of his hands. She only looked away to glance at his face, to watch him study her body, and all of the curves and contours it had. He was a very handsome young man, only twenty-one, and attracted much attention from the ladies. He had gentle green eyes with flecks of gold and blue around the edges. He also had angular features, though they were not as prominent as hers were. A shock of white blonde hair came down to his shoulders. He had pulled it down from its loose ponytail at the base of his neck. The white blonde hair made him seem darker than he really was. He was darkly tanned, despite the bleak sun that was usually shadowed by clouds. Even if he lived in Paris, France, the city of romance, that didn't necessarily mean that all the days were perfect and sunny. He was usually inside, also, working on his paintings. Melanka moved ever so slightly, moving so that she didn't develop a crick in her neck.
"Almost done," he muttered, emerald green eyes moving back and forth from her face to the paper. She smiled slightly, letting him know that she didn't mind too much. He sighed, adding the last details to the paper, then smiled at her quiet form. She smiled back and pulled herself up to a sitting position. He stood up, raising his hands towards the ceiling in a stretch. She admired his toned body, seeing the muscles bulge ever so slightly from his dress shirt. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip seductively, but the artist did not notice, for his back was to her. She heard the harsh sounds of ice being moved about, and she heard the pop as he pulled the cork from a bottle. But, unlike normal humans, she could also hear every breath he took, as well as the gentle beat of his heart. There was a beat every one and a third second. It nearly drove her mad to hear the flow of blood through his veins, and only her iron self control kept her from lunging at him
She turned her attention from his heartbeat upon hearing the clink of glass upon glass. She smiled when he turned around and handed her a crystal clear wineglass. The wide mouth of the glass beckoned for the liquid, and her long rounded nails grasped the thin stem in the proper hold. She held it out to him, and watched the purple red liquid slowly fill the glass. He filled it halfway, poured a glass for him as well. She smiled and swirled it around the glass, watching the liquid spin. She held the glass to the light of the fireplace, and licked her lips when it glowed crimson, leaving a shadow of red on her black gown. He sat beside her on the sofa, and they clinked their glasses together in a toast.
"To you, my dear, and the profits that will most certainly come from the painting," he said, his voice slightly husky. She smiled and nodded, and took a small sip of the liquid. It filled her mouth with it's acidic sweetness, the rich flavor making her a little light headed. She smiled again, and brought the glass close to his.
"A toast, to us. May great things happen to our lives," she whispered. He took another sip of his wine, but she placed the glass onto the low wooden table. She leaned close, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. She placed her lips softly on his lips, gentle, teasing. He responded readily, opening his mouth against her probing. His tongue entered her warm cavern, discovering the dark depths, hidden from the light. Her hands circled his neck, and she turned slightly so that his kisses could trail down her neck. She smiled, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on her neck. She pulled away for a moment, glancing at his heated face. His skin was hot to the touch, and his eyes were cloudy with passion. She moved his face back to hers and kissed him again on the lips. She took control of the situation, and lowered her face so she could kiss his neck. Quick shivers of pleasure ran up his spine, making her hot mouth all the more unbearable. She kissed his jaw line; her tongue traced the sharp line slowly, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. She lowered her head slowly, kissing his Adam's apple gently.
She could feel the pounding of his heart under her lips; it's quickened movement lighting her afire. She moved quickly to the spot on his neck where his heart beat was most strong, and pulled back her lips, licking the spot. He gasped softly when he felt her canine's enter his skin, the stinging quickly replaced with a dulling affect. He lost consciousness when her mind whispered a command in his brain. Sleep…
Authors Note: So do, you like it? I know that I haven't put Amelia's characters in the story yet, but I will. Soon I hope, but it all depends on what my muse bunny wants.
So please know this: I do not own any of Amelia Atwater-Rhodes characters. Nope, don't own Risika, Aubrey, Fala, Jager, Jessica, or anyone else. Just these two nut cases mentioned before! =P Also, please review the story. I loooooooooove feed back! Okay, bye-bye now!