Author: Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
What A Night
Rating: R
Romance/Supernatural
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FREEZE. Time paused as Serena's mind took this moment to call her
back to reality:
You are in the home of a vampire. Albeit very sexy, gorgeous,
seductive vampire, but a vampire all the same. Now. Is this a good or a bad
thing?
She smirked at him. Suddenly everything didn't seem so terrifying. If
he WAS going to kill her, he would've done it in the alleyway - logic had
brought her senses back. "Yeah right, dracula! You think just 'cause you
saved my ass back there, I'm going to fall all over you? What, you think
you're some sort of sex go-" she gulped in a breath of air as he took one
step closer, ensuring that their chests were pressed against each other,
"-god?" and even now her voice trembled, as his head dipped, lips trailing
over her neck, seducing her with his mouth, his breath, his hands rubbing her
waist enticingly.
"Not so smart now, are we, little one?" he chuckled against her
collarbone, hesitating to plant a kiss on the bone there. She shivered and he
revelled in her excitement. He licked her neck, enjoying the taste of her
skin, and was shocked when she pushed him away. Looking down at her, he found
her eyes blazing up at him.
"No."
He beamed down at her. "Impressive. Not many would be able to do what
you're doing right now."
And she, the feisty little girl that she was (and indeed, she was
quite young), stuck out her chin at him, "Yeah, well, I never make a living
from doing what other people want."
Endymion raised his eyebrows and reached out to take her hand. "Come
along then, Serena," he felt the thrill go through her just as he said her
name, "let's go." He led her out of his room, and down the stairs to his
kitchen. "Coffee?"
She stared at him, speechless. This was undoubtedly the most warped
night of her life. From almost being raped (had it really been less than a
half hour ago?) to meeting Endymion, to him almost taking her to bed with
him... the thought of rape came back to her, and nausea ravaged her system.
"I think... I'm gonna be sick."
He looked at her, worried, and proceeded to push her towards a rather
large bathroom. She only had moments to notice the gorgeous white marble
jacuzzi bath before she saw the porcelain toilet bowl for a full fifteen
minutes. Kneeling behind her, he stroked her hair and rubbed her back
soothingly. Finally, after she was sure her throat was raw and stomach empty,
she fell backwards against him. Carefully, Endymion washed her face with cool
water, brushing her long golden hair out of her eyes.
"He... he was going to..."
Eyes filled with sadness, he shook his head and kissed her forehead.
"No, sweetheart, noone will ever get the chance to hurt you again." Pulling
her up into his arms, he carried her as if she was weightless back to the
living room, and seated her on the black plush sofa. Covering her in a throw,
he returned to the kitchen, and returned moments later with a mug of hot
chocolate, thick, with extra foam.
Sitting beside her, he helped her drink it down. "So. Let's review
your life before tonight, my sweet Serena."
She smiled weakly. "My name is Serena Usagi Tsukino. I am twenty-four
and a science-fiction/fantasy author," she laughed a little, "and, oddly
enough, several of my novels have been about, well, vampires..." He smirked,
knowing this would prove to be an amusing topic. "My parents are from Japan,
but they moved to Toronto when they were married. They then moved here, to
Montreal, where they had me. I went to a prestigious, expensive university,
only to dismay my parents by becoming something as petty as a writer..." By
now, she looked thoroughly exhausted. He smiled tenderly, still quite unsure, and quite shaken, as to why he felt such a compassion for this girl.
"Alright. Time to sleep. Where do you live?" As tempting as keeping
her captive in his bedroom might be (and he grinned lecherously at this
thought, observing her lithe, supple body), he decided to return her home.
She stifled a yawn, "At the corner of Rue de Cartier and
Ste Bernard's... fourth floor, apartment 13."
"Good. Everything will work out wonderfully, little one. You'll see." He smiled endearingly at her slumbering form and they vanished into the night.
Alright. Review/Email, do your stuff.
§ylyne.
silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
What A Night
Rating: R
Romance/Supernatural
Um, wow... fastest postings I've ever done...
Remember! The more reviews you give me, the faster I post! Looka that, two in
two days! Amazing, ind't it? :))))
FREEZE. Time paused as Serena's mind took this moment to call her
back to reality:
You are in the home of a vampire. Albeit very sexy, gorgeous,
seductive vampire, but a vampire all the same. Now. Is this a good or a bad
thing?
She smirked at him. Suddenly everything didn't seem so terrifying. If
he WAS going to kill her, he would've done it in the alleyway - logic had
brought her senses back. "Yeah right, dracula! You think just 'cause you
saved my ass back there, I'm going to fall all over you? What, you think
you're some sort of sex go-" she gulped in a breath of air as he took one
step closer, ensuring that their chests were pressed against each other,
"-god?" and even now her voice trembled, as his head dipped, lips trailing
over her neck, seducing her with his mouth, his breath, his hands rubbing her
waist enticingly.
"Not so smart now, are we, little one?" he chuckled against her
collarbone, hesitating to plant a kiss on the bone there. She shivered and he
revelled in her excitement. He licked her neck, enjoying the taste of her
skin, and was shocked when she pushed him away. Looking down at her, he found
her eyes blazing up at him.
"No."
He beamed down at her. "Impressive. Not many would be able to do what
you're doing right now."
And she, the feisty little girl that she was (and indeed, she was
quite young), stuck out her chin at him, "Yeah, well, I never make a living
from doing what other people want."
Endymion raised his eyebrows and reached out to take her hand. "Come
along then, Serena," he felt the thrill go through her just as he said her
name, "let's go." He led her out of his room, and down the stairs to his
kitchen. "Coffee?"
She stared at him, speechless. This was undoubtedly the most warped
night of her life. From almost being raped (had it really been less than a
half hour ago?) to meeting Endymion, to him almost taking her to bed with
him... the thought of rape came back to her, and nausea ravaged her system.
"I think... I'm gonna be sick."
He looked at her, worried, and proceeded to push her towards a rather
large bathroom. She only had moments to notice the gorgeous white marble
jacuzzi bath before she saw the porcelain toilet bowl for a full fifteen
minutes. Kneeling behind her, he stroked her hair and rubbed her back
soothingly. Finally, after she was sure her throat was raw and stomach empty,
she fell backwards against him. Carefully, Endymion washed her face with cool
water, brushing her long golden hair out of her eyes.
"He... he was going to..."
Eyes filled with sadness, he shook his head and kissed her forehead.
"No, sweetheart, noone will ever get the chance to hurt you again." Pulling
her up into his arms, he carried her as if she was weightless back to the
living room, and seated her on the black plush sofa. Covering her in a throw,
he returned to the kitchen, and returned moments later with a mug of hot
chocolate, thick, with extra foam.
Sitting beside her, he helped her drink it down. "So. Let's review
your life before tonight, my sweet Serena."
She smiled weakly. "My name is Serena Usagi Tsukino. I am twenty-four
and a science-fiction/fantasy author," she laughed a little, "and, oddly
enough, several of my novels have been about, well, vampires..." He smirked,
knowing this would prove to be an amusing topic. "My parents are from Japan,
but they moved to Toronto when they were married. They then moved here, to
Montreal, where they had me. I went to a prestigious, expensive university,
only to dismay my parents by becoming something as petty as a writer..." By
now, she looked thoroughly exhausted. He smiled tenderly, still quite unsure, and quite shaken, as to why he felt such a compassion for this girl.
"Alright. Time to sleep. Where do you live?" As tempting as keeping
her captive in his bedroom might be (and he grinned lecherously at this
thought, observing her lithe, supple body), he decided to return her home.
She stifled a yawn, "At the corner of Rue de Cartier and
Ste Bernard's... fourth floor, apartment 13."
"Good. Everything will work out wonderfully, little one. You'll see." He smiled endearingly at her slumbering form and they vanished into the night.
Alright. Review/Email, do your stuff.
§ylyne.
silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com