------------Perfect Crescent, Chapter 4------------
I had hooked my prey, but now it was time to reel it in.
"Cecelia, I want to show you something," I said, stopping my soft kisses. She moaned for more kisses, but when I gave her none, she got up. Her weak legs gave out, and I caught her easily. Carrying her, much to her dislike, I brought her to the favorite room of the house, my library. She looked astounded at all the books surrounding us. 'Wow, it's just like I imagined the library in the book, Beauty and the Beast....Magnificent...' were her thoughts. I smiled bemusedly, "You're a reader?" I should have expected her to be, as she was wealthy and could afford an education, but such things were rare in the late 1800's. To be literate was a gift given to few.
"Yes, I love to read..." she responded dreamily, "But mother does not like it much. She says I should be busy marrying off some rich snob rather than dabbling in fictional works. I used to use books as my way of escaping my life, to live temporarily in the fantasy worlds that authors made..." She changed the subject hastily, as if she had told me too much, "Anyway, how did you acquire all of this...err, Mr. Pegasus?" I shrived my nose in disgust as she used my last name to address me. Only servants had ever used it, and she was higher than them. Much higher.
"I'm a collector of sorts," I said vaguely. "I like to gather things from all over the world..." I watched in curiosity as her eyes roved over the sundry bookshelves in fascination. She was perfect in her every way, right down to the way she walked.
Humans were so intriguing in all the manners they did things. Their morals, the way they were so fragile, their thoughts. It was so different from the world I had come to know, the world of darkness. How naïvely they lived in the world of light...
She strolled over to a bookshelf, looking at the titles in interest. Her arm hesitantly reached for one but withdrew. "Um, may I?" she asked. I nodded as she took the book into the crook of her arm. It was a dusty book, probably hadn't been opened in years. I could not even see the color beneath it, but I my heart started to pound.
My eyes widened as I recognized it. It was a scrapbook, kept my mother when she had been alive a few years ago, before I had become a creature of darkness. It wasn't long ago that I had transformed into what I was now. I was only two years old as a vampire, but it seemed I had lived in darkness much longer. Perhaps, because I was lonely, time did not seem to go as fast it did now. For now, I had my love, my dear sweet Cecelia, and I would never be alone again.
Okay, I know, I know. Way too short. The chapters will get longer after this though, so I guess it's sort of a comprimise? Anyway, tell me what you think in your reviews! Keep 'em comin'!