For You
Author's Note: Reviews already! Ah I feel so loved.
Mariela: You are too kind! I am emptying out my brain, see? See?
Marisa-Drake: You're going to have to tell me the name of this fic and let me know when you are going to post it!
Morwinda: All right, I'm going to have to read it! And thank you! I'm glad you liked it. Sly looks around. You liked the change in narrators? I needed a change. You liked it? Great!
Verona: You better catch up, dahling!
Mrs. Mina Harker: I'm updating at 11:24 pm at night, but then again, I am writing this in Spain! I hope you like it. I'm glad you found the heart to read a Van Helsing story! Especially mine. Sly blushes.
Disclaimer: . . .
Summary: another . . .
!!PG-15!! Sexuality
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Chapter 7
Those Dreams Of Mine
Light flooded into my room as I sat on the bed, my eyes red from lack of sleep. I slept for three hours last night, after the demon visited me. And he visited me again in my dreams.
-Vision of Darkness-
"My darling Kallisto," the demon said softly, arching my body to fit his. The air around us was a bubble of sensuality, and I could feel his burning black depths for eyes roaming around my body. No air could pass through our yearning bodies as I screamed for him.
The demon licked my lips, then bent his black head to my neck, where he kissed my neck gently. He bent lower and his lips caught my breast and I pushed his head in, arching with dark pleasure.
Suddenly, the black bliss stopped and my demon, my sex demon, was across the mist from me. Then he was behind me, his pale, delicate, able, long- fingered hands around my waist and his hot, soft lips at my ear, causing me to shiver with need for him, my black demon.
"Kallisto," he whispered, and I felt no breath on my ear. He licked my ear and I shuddered, aching for him, and I moaned loudly. His next words broke my spell.
"You are mine," he rasped.
"I will have you."
And my demon did. He touched me and entered me, causing me to quake with blackness and brimming with evil.
"My demon," I whispered into his shoulder length black silky hair. I stroked the beautiful hair and kissed it. "My beautiful, black, cold hearted demon."
"Kallisto," he called into the mist.
"Take me to the sky"
I shuddered as I remembered the black bliss of the sinful dream. And I knelt for the hundredth time and crossed myself. I mouthed the words that I had said over and over that night.
"Bless and forgive my horrible and horrific sins, Father. I have dreamed of the most intimate love with a demon, a spawn of the dark one. Free me of these thoughts and of the demon's face. Save me from myself, Lord." I crossed myself and got back on the bed. After a moment's thought, I laid down, promising myself that it was just to rest my head. And also to escape my sinful thoughts.
-My Black Demon-
I followed my beautiful demon through the lit corridors of a grand and ancient castle. I called him but he didn't answer. He kept walking. He turned and opened a door and entered the room, and as I followed, I saw it was his bedroom. The beautiful and large bed with red satin sheets beckoned to me, and I walked to it quickly and lay across it, my eyes running the length of my demon's muscled and tawny body, and when my eyes went back up, they met his black, endless pools. I shivered and licked my lips.
Suddenly, I was in his strong, slender arms and he was kissing my face, eyelids and lips. Our tongues entwined and I grabbed his pale face, pulling him closer and closer.
As we completed the sinful act of passion and bliss, he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I stroked his head down his back, and he stroked my breasts.
And we flew to the sky, our moans echoing in each other's mouths as we kissed.
"My demon," I whispered as we lay together, our bodies entwined and spent.
"My black demon"
"Kallisto!" My eyes opened and I saw Dava's face looming in front of me. Vilcos was behind her, his four-year-old gaze concerned. I propped myself up on an elbow and tried to talk. Finally, I managed a squeaky, "yes?"
"Mother sent us up to wake you up. It's almost ten o'clock! Do you want breakfast before it's time for lunch?" Dava recited. I blinked. I pulled Dava close and rasped into her ear:
"Dava, Kallisto had three hours of sleep. Can you let her sleep a little longer?" Dava pulled away, then nodded and took Vilcos's hand, pulling him downstairs to tell Mrs. Hubbs my request.
I closed my eyes and willed away sleep, even though I wanted it to come. And my wish wasn't denied. Sleep came.
-Death-
Pain was everywhere. In my arms, legs, hands, feet, chest, neck, body, everywhere was aching. But mostly, my heart. My heart was the organ that hurt the most.
How could my lovely demon leave me to die? I thought he loved me. He told me how he loved me every time he made love to me. Stroked the inside of my thigh and told me I was his.
Now my demon left me, our passion and black bliss forgotten. I called out for him, willing for him to come and take away the pain. I screamed and shouted, sobbing for him to come and save me.
My black, beautiful, silky, passionate, amazing, tender, sweet demon never came.
He never came.
And in the echoes of my mind, one last word was heard before blackness took over.
"Why . . ."
Author's Note: Reviews already! Ah I feel so loved.
Mariela: You are too kind! I am emptying out my brain, see? See?
Marisa-Drake: You're going to have to tell me the name of this fic and let me know when you are going to post it!
Morwinda: All right, I'm going to have to read it! And thank you! I'm glad you liked it. Sly looks around. You liked the change in narrators? I needed a change. You liked it? Great!
Verona: You better catch up, dahling!
Mrs. Mina Harker: I'm updating at 11:24 pm at night, but then again, I am writing this in Spain! I hope you like it. I'm glad you found the heart to read a Van Helsing story! Especially mine. Sly blushes.
Disclaimer: . . .
Summary: another . . .
!!PG-15!! Sexuality
}{}{}{}{}{)()()()()(
Chapter 7
Those Dreams Of Mine
Light flooded into my room as I sat on the bed, my eyes red from lack of sleep. I slept for three hours last night, after the demon visited me. And he visited me again in my dreams.
-Vision of Darkness-
"My darling Kallisto," the demon said softly, arching my body to fit his. The air around us was a bubble of sensuality, and I could feel his burning black depths for eyes roaming around my body. No air could pass through our yearning bodies as I screamed for him.
The demon licked my lips, then bent his black head to my neck, where he kissed my neck gently. He bent lower and his lips caught my breast and I pushed his head in, arching with dark pleasure.
Suddenly, the black bliss stopped and my demon, my sex demon, was across the mist from me. Then he was behind me, his pale, delicate, able, long- fingered hands around my waist and his hot, soft lips at my ear, causing me to shiver with need for him, my black demon.
"Kallisto," he whispered, and I felt no breath on my ear. He licked my ear and I shuddered, aching for him, and I moaned loudly. His next words broke my spell.
"You are mine," he rasped.
"I will have you."
And my demon did. He touched me and entered me, causing me to quake with blackness and brimming with evil.
"My demon," I whispered into his shoulder length black silky hair. I stroked the beautiful hair and kissed it. "My beautiful, black, cold hearted demon."
"Kallisto," he called into the mist.
"Take me to the sky"
I shuddered as I remembered the black bliss of the sinful dream. And I knelt for the hundredth time and crossed myself. I mouthed the words that I had said over and over that night.
"Bless and forgive my horrible and horrific sins, Father. I have dreamed of the most intimate love with a demon, a spawn of the dark one. Free me of these thoughts and of the demon's face. Save me from myself, Lord." I crossed myself and got back on the bed. After a moment's thought, I laid down, promising myself that it was just to rest my head. And also to escape my sinful thoughts.
-My Black Demon-
I followed my beautiful demon through the lit corridors of a grand and ancient castle. I called him but he didn't answer. He kept walking. He turned and opened a door and entered the room, and as I followed, I saw it was his bedroom. The beautiful and large bed with red satin sheets beckoned to me, and I walked to it quickly and lay across it, my eyes running the length of my demon's muscled and tawny body, and when my eyes went back up, they met his black, endless pools. I shivered and licked my lips.
Suddenly, I was in his strong, slender arms and he was kissing my face, eyelids and lips. Our tongues entwined and I grabbed his pale face, pulling him closer and closer.
As we completed the sinful act of passion and bliss, he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I stroked his head down his back, and he stroked my breasts.
And we flew to the sky, our moans echoing in each other's mouths as we kissed.
"My demon," I whispered as we lay together, our bodies entwined and spent.
"My black demon"
"Kallisto!" My eyes opened and I saw Dava's face looming in front of me. Vilcos was behind her, his four-year-old gaze concerned. I propped myself up on an elbow and tried to talk. Finally, I managed a squeaky, "yes?"
"Mother sent us up to wake you up. It's almost ten o'clock! Do you want breakfast before it's time for lunch?" Dava recited. I blinked. I pulled Dava close and rasped into her ear:
"Dava, Kallisto had three hours of sleep. Can you let her sleep a little longer?" Dava pulled away, then nodded and took Vilcos's hand, pulling him downstairs to tell Mrs. Hubbs my request.
I closed my eyes and willed away sleep, even though I wanted it to come. And my wish wasn't denied. Sleep came.
-Death-
Pain was everywhere. In my arms, legs, hands, feet, chest, neck, body, everywhere was aching. But mostly, my heart. My heart was the organ that hurt the most.
How could my lovely demon leave me to die? I thought he loved me. He told me how he loved me every time he made love to me. Stroked the inside of my thigh and told me I was his.
Now my demon left me, our passion and black bliss forgotten. I called out for him, willing for him to come and take away the pain. I screamed and shouted, sobbing for him to come and save me.
My black, beautiful, silky, passionate, amazing, tender, sweet demon never came.
He never came.
And in the echoes of my mind, one last word was heard before blackness took over.
"Why . . ."