Blood Love
Chapter 3
Author: Silver Star
E-mail: moonsilverstaryahoo.com
Genre: romance/alt. reality
Rated: R
Disclaimer: standard
like an endless black road
stretching far past my eyes
I am standing I am yearning
you to find
And if you capture me
if your darkness finds my veins
I'll surrendor me
to satisfy this burning
moment's ecstasy for consequences
best left behind
what is this strange strong desire?
always calling out in me
never satisfied completely
ever trying to entreat me
I am tangled up and weak
silent ending me to speak
Is it there?
Is it something?
Can it be?
Will it return?
poem by natia99
When Serena awoke, it was slowly. Her eyes fluttered open and she realized she was
being cradeled in Darien's arms, her head lieing softly against his shoulder as he
sat with her in his lap.
"Sere...." He whispered softly, stroking her face gently, smiling at her waking face.
She stared half-dazed at him a moment. He always called her Sere....pronouncing it
'Sair'....or small-one.....why was that?.....then full realization hit her....
Her eyes filled with tears, "Why am I still alive?"
His face pinched with sorrow, "I will not kill you Sere. I cannot."
He held her closer then, stroking her long hair, "I looked into your mind....and saw
what you once were. I swear to you I will return that to you...."
She cried into his dark, rough clothes until she fell into sleep again.
When she awoke again she lay on a rough cotton bed in a small dark room with stone walls.
She sat up, "Darien...?" She whispered into the dim lighting of the torch on
one wall.
He appeared in an instant, "Sere."
"How long have I been sleeping?" She asked with confusion.
He smiled faintly again, "Time is meaningless with me Sere..."
She nodded then. Begging for death, in the dark realms of the vampire, time really
didn't hold meaning any more.
He stepped over to her bed and it was then she realized he held a bowl of steaming soup.
"Here Sere.....eat...."
But she turned away, refusing. He sat sorrowfully beside her.
Please small-one.... He implored into her thoughts.
And suddenly she turned and took the soup, eating it carefully. He smiled, brushing
her long hair back over her shoulders. It was clean and smooth--like her skin and she
suddenly realized he had bathed her.
She kept on eating the soup though her body no longer wanted it. She would need all
her strength to seduce him into biting her......she still wanted to die....
And so, when he returned later, it was to find that she had discarded her long cotton
night gown and lay bare and beautiful waiting for him--arms outstretched. She was still
dreadfully thin from not eating....she really did not realize how long she had been
here. Her lips were still dry, her eyes hollow.....
He sighed heavily, "Why...? Why Sere?"
He went over and took her arms, "I will not--" He stopped abruptly as she pulled him to her
with remarkable strength--the strength of desperation. Her hands tore at his clothes,
bareing his chest and then moving to slip down between his legs....
He shut his eyes involuntarily but then grabbed her arms, "No Sere!" He cried and
his voice was a roar, "I will not! I refuse to kill you!"
But she kept on, wrapping herself around him and trailing her lips down his throat....over
his shoulders....hands trembling as they stroked his skin.
And he let her. Though it was torture.
If it is pleasure you wish....then I will give it to you... He whispered into her
mind, But not death....I will not give you death.....
The last words were spoken so softly that she nearly missed them....but they echoed
again and again into their love making,
Take my love in its place....
Love, an ancient emotion. Darien must have been an ancient vampire.
His words shattered something long standing inside of her and broke through....
He lay her back on the bed and let her tug off the rest of his clothes, touch him until
his desire made his magic slip back out and glow from him......burning into her.
He watched her eyes glaze over and her legs arch slowly back....inviting...
He ran his hands over her and buried them in her hair as he came down slowly to meet
her--and then--even through the glaze of his magic's hypnotism, he watched fear flash
briefly through her eyes....
He felt his soul aching in his own eyes to see it.....
There is nothing to fear Sere.....nothing to fear.... He murmured softly into her
mind. Being gentle and passionate with her.
He eased into her slowly, carefully, pressing cautiously until he was completely inside.
And he watched her face relax and another smile tug at the corners of her mouth as
she reached instinctively for him.
Arms tight about him, lips pressed to his in hungry gratitude, he fought the urge to
surrendor to her pleasure. To lose everything. But he would not.
He let his mind slip into hers and read her pleasure....touching her the way she wanted
to be touched.....and he watched as her body became more demanding, her soft moans more
desperate....and as she began to release he bit her again....
And she was overwhelmed by ecstasy. The pleasure of his body inside her, the pleasure
of his bite....her body was stiff in his grasp, taut with rapture as she gasped for
breath. And then she opened glazed eyes to meet his as he pulled away and she realized...
There was no blood.
She reached up and ran shaky fingers over the bite on her neck, drew them away and saw
no blood. She looked at him in astonishment and opened her mouth to speak when she fell
back in exhaustion. Drifting into the dark slumber of the bitten.
Her mind was reeling. Both from pleasure and the realization that he had bitten her
without drawing blood. That was supposed to be impossible for vampires--unless they were
truly powerful and truly desired to leave their victims unharmed.
He resisted his own overwhelming desire to satisfy hers alone. It was an act of extreme
care and compassion. It was an act of love.
The realization shot through her like electricity....woke the long dead parts of her
she had forsaken as a child.
She fell asleep content.
And this time when she woke, cradeled again in Darien's arms, her arms wrapped round
his neck and she cuddled closer--trying to remember how--the way
she had tried with her mother before she had pushed her away.
She felt him stiffen with surprise as she pulled back and pressed a soft kiss
to his cheek--her lips warm.
"Say those words again...?" She asked softly.
He met her eyes, "What words my small Sere?"
Her face grew serious and curious, "About....love....?"
Now his face relaxed and he smiled.
You mean that I love you? He murmured into her mind and felt his eyes ache again
as she struggled with what looked like a smile.
Yes... She answered into his mind, surprising him.
Then she spoke aloud and her voice was suddenly so innocent, like a childs,
"May I love you in return?"
And he suddenly pulled her to him tightly, holding her fiercely and she read his
sudden thoughts,
Of course you may! Of course you may! You complete my heart Sere....my beautiful
Sere....
They jumbled into an emotion then, that warmed her body in his arms. She sighed and
buried her face in his chest, and used a word she had found in a very old book, a very long
time ago.
Beloved.....
His arms grew even tighter.....and then he swept her back to his room, drawing a bath
for her and bathing her gently.
She met his tender eyes with her own pale ones and fashioned a smile for him. It was
strange--for she had not smiled in many years. Not really.
It felt lovely. Everything with Darien--she realized suddenly--felt lovely. The way
he touched her, the way he spoke to her. It was as though he were composed entirely of
kindness and sweetness and care. Even though he was a dark being of evil. She didn't
know what to make of it.
He drew the cloth up and ran water over her shoulder, lifting her hair up and out of
the way. She closed her eyes as yet another pleasurable sensation ebbed over her.
Then her stomach rumbled. She flushed a little--embarassed.
He merely chuckled and pointed behind her, "Have some of those."
She turned and there was a bowl of the most delicious looking strawberries she had ever
seen.
"Strawberries! However did you--? Why, they aren't even grown anymore!" She picked
one up and eyed it with real delight before laughing--really laughing.
She turned back to him, "You are truly magic!"
He smiled and raised his eyebrows, "So are you Sere."
She reached up and caught his hand, "But you are so kind and gentle....I do
not understand? Why are you so good to me?"
She saw the love in his eyes and felt it in her mind. But she saw something else.
Images of herself in the tunnels....and sleeping at night....
Her eyes widened, "You...You've been watching me!"
He jumped a bit at this and closed his mind to her abruptly.
"Why?" She asked after a strained pause.
He seemed to choose his words carefully, "Something drew me to you Sere....I could
not say what it is. Now I see you are a telepath. You realize that don't you? And
a very powerful one too--humans have forgotten they used to be telepaths....but you,
you have those eyes....."
She was taken aback. Her eyes....they had always been a source of shame to her.
They set her apart, from her parents, from her peers. Although she had researched
the past, all records of the former abilities of humans was gone. Telepaths? And
her eye colour gave it away?
He watched her taking in that new knowledge and shook his head, "You have much
of the old way in you. The kindness, the compassion, the empathy--they are
ancient qualities..."
He trailed off and realized just then, how he had craved the ancient ways. How
she was a breath of the life he had left behind so very long ago. It brought
so much tenderness out of him that he truly felt the edges of his emotional
power now that he was a dark one. It was almost like having his soul in his
body again.
"So that day I saw you," She teased, "I actually caught you?"
She was amused to see him look rather embarassed at that.
"I could not believe you resisted a Vampyre seduction." He recalled.
He thought again of Seiya failing when he himself had not--Seiya was more
powerful--what did that mean?
She seemed almost to sense his thoughts--though he was keeping them to
himself.
"I want only you." She said very seriously--though she looked a little embarassed
to say it so bluntly. But she smiled at him and he found himself smiling back.
He braided her long hair into many braids and let it trail down her back still.
Then he pulled a white cotton dress--seemingly out of thin air--and let her pull it on.
He smiled and drew her into his arms, "Now Sere....I will take you to see the world,
anywhere you want to go. I will show you all the most beautiful places..."
Her eyes widened and then in a dark blur they were off and flying--like magic.
She held tightly to him, content in his touch. Here, with this beautiful, dark being.
This ancient, mystic man, she felt sensations so strong and real. Life was worth living
as long as she had him....
Chapter 3
Author: Silver Star
E-mail: moonsilverstaryahoo.com
Genre: romance/alt. reality
Rated: R
Disclaimer: standard
like an endless black road
stretching far past my eyes
I am standing I am yearning
you to find
And if you capture me
if your darkness finds my veins
I'll surrendor me
to satisfy this burning
moment's ecstasy for consequences
best left behind
what is this strange strong desire?
always calling out in me
never satisfied completely
ever trying to entreat me
I am tangled up and weak
silent ending me to speak
Is it there?
Is it something?
Can it be?
Will it return?
poem by natia99
When Serena awoke, it was slowly. Her eyes fluttered open and she realized she was
being cradeled in Darien's arms, her head lieing softly against his shoulder as he
sat with her in his lap.
"Sere...." He whispered softly, stroking her face gently, smiling at her waking face.
She stared half-dazed at him a moment. He always called her Sere....pronouncing it
'Sair'....or small-one.....why was that?.....then full realization hit her....
Her eyes filled with tears, "Why am I still alive?"
His face pinched with sorrow, "I will not kill you Sere. I cannot."
He held her closer then, stroking her long hair, "I looked into your mind....and saw
what you once were. I swear to you I will return that to you...."
She cried into his dark, rough clothes until she fell into sleep again.
When she awoke again she lay on a rough cotton bed in a small dark room with stone walls.
She sat up, "Darien...?" She whispered into the dim lighting of the torch on
one wall.
He appeared in an instant, "Sere."
"How long have I been sleeping?" She asked with confusion.
He smiled faintly again, "Time is meaningless with me Sere..."
She nodded then. Begging for death, in the dark realms of the vampire, time really
didn't hold meaning any more.
He stepped over to her bed and it was then she realized he held a bowl of steaming soup.
"Here Sere.....eat...."
But she turned away, refusing. He sat sorrowfully beside her.
Please small-one.... He implored into her thoughts.
And suddenly she turned and took the soup, eating it carefully. He smiled, brushing
her long hair back over her shoulders. It was clean and smooth--like her skin and she
suddenly realized he had bathed her.
She kept on eating the soup though her body no longer wanted it. She would need all
her strength to seduce him into biting her......she still wanted to die....
And so, when he returned later, it was to find that she had discarded her long cotton
night gown and lay bare and beautiful waiting for him--arms outstretched. She was still
dreadfully thin from not eating....she really did not realize how long she had been
here. Her lips were still dry, her eyes hollow.....
He sighed heavily, "Why...? Why Sere?"
He went over and took her arms, "I will not--" He stopped abruptly as she pulled him to her
with remarkable strength--the strength of desperation. Her hands tore at his clothes,
bareing his chest and then moving to slip down between his legs....
He shut his eyes involuntarily but then grabbed her arms, "No Sere!" He cried and
his voice was a roar, "I will not! I refuse to kill you!"
But she kept on, wrapping herself around him and trailing her lips down his throat....over
his shoulders....hands trembling as they stroked his skin.
And he let her. Though it was torture.
If it is pleasure you wish....then I will give it to you... He whispered into her
mind, But not death....I will not give you death.....
The last words were spoken so softly that she nearly missed them....but they echoed
again and again into their love making,
Take my love in its place....
Love, an ancient emotion. Darien must have been an ancient vampire.
His words shattered something long standing inside of her and broke through....
He lay her back on the bed and let her tug off the rest of his clothes, touch him until
his desire made his magic slip back out and glow from him......burning into her.
He watched her eyes glaze over and her legs arch slowly back....inviting...
He ran his hands over her and buried them in her hair as he came down slowly to meet
her--and then--even through the glaze of his magic's hypnotism, he watched fear flash
briefly through her eyes....
He felt his soul aching in his own eyes to see it.....
There is nothing to fear Sere.....nothing to fear.... He murmured softly into her
mind. Being gentle and passionate with her.
He eased into her slowly, carefully, pressing cautiously until he was completely inside.
And he watched her face relax and another smile tug at the corners of her mouth as
she reached instinctively for him.
Arms tight about him, lips pressed to his in hungry gratitude, he fought the urge to
surrendor to her pleasure. To lose everything. But he would not.
He let his mind slip into hers and read her pleasure....touching her the way she wanted
to be touched.....and he watched as her body became more demanding, her soft moans more
desperate....and as she began to release he bit her again....
And she was overwhelmed by ecstasy. The pleasure of his body inside her, the pleasure
of his bite....her body was stiff in his grasp, taut with rapture as she gasped for
breath. And then she opened glazed eyes to meet his as he pulled away and she realized...
There was no blood.
She reached up and ran shaky fingers over the bite on her neck, drew them away and saw
no blood. She looked at him in astonishment and opened her mouth to speak when she fell
back in exhaustion. Drifting into the dark slumber of the bitten.
Her mind was reeling. Both from pleasure and the realization that he had bitten her
without drawing blood. That was supposed to be impossible for vampires--unless they were
truly powerful and truly desired to leave their victims unharmed.
He resisted his own overwhelming desire to satisfy hers alone. It was an act of extreme
care and compassion. It was an act of love.
The realization shot through her like electricity....woke the long dead parts of her
she had forsaken as a child.
She fell asleep content.
And this time when she woke, cradeled again in Darien's arms, her arms wrapped round
his neck and she cuddled closer--trying to remember how--the way
she had tried with her mother before she had pushed her away.
She felt him stiffen with surprise as she pulled back and pressed a soft kiss
to his cheek--her lips warm.
"Say those words again...?" She asked softly.
He met her eyes, "What words my small Sere?"
Her face grew serious and curious, "About....love....?"
Now his face relaxed and he smiled.
You mean that I love you? He murmured into her mind and felt his eyes ache again
as she struggled with what looked like a smile.
Yes... She answered into his mind, surprising him.
Then she spoke aloud and her voice was suddenly so innocent, like a childs,
"May I love you in return?"
And he suddenly pulled her to him tightly, holding her fiercely and she read his
sudden thoughts,
Of course you may! Of course you may! You complete my heart Sere....my beautiful
Sere....
They jumbled into an emotion then, that warmed her body in his arms. She sighed and
buried her face in his chest, and used a word she had found in a very old book, a very long
time ago.
Beloved.....
His arms grew even tighter.....and then he swept her back to his room, drawing a bath
for her and bathing her gently.
She met his tender eyes with her own pale ones and fashioned a smile for him. It was
strange--for she had not smiled in many years. Not really.
It felt lovely. Everything with Darien--she realized suddenly--felt lovely. The way
he touched her, the way he spoke to her. It was as though he were composed entirely of
kindness and sweetness and care. Even though he was a dark being of evil. She didn't
know what to make of it.
He drew the cloth up and ran water over her shoulder, lifting her hair up and out of
the way. She closed her eyes as yet another pleasurable sensation ebbed over her.
Then her stomach rumbled. She flushed a little--embarassed.
He merely chuckled and pointed behind her, "Have some of those."
She turned and there was a bowl of the most delicious looking strawberries she had ever
seen.
"Strawberries! However did you--? Why, they aren't even grown anymore!" She picked
one up and eyed it with real delight before laughing--really laughing.
She turned back to him, "You are truly magic!"
He smiled and raised his eyebrows, "So are you Sere."
She reached up and caught his hand, "But you are so kind and gentle....I do
not understand? Why are you so good to me?"
She saw the love in his eyes and felt it in her mind. But she saw something else.
Images of herself in the tunnels....and sleeping at night....
Her eyes widened, "You...You've been watching me!"
He jumped a bit at this and closed his mind to her abruptly.
"Why?" She asked after a strained pause.
He seemed to choose his words carefully, "Something drew me to you Sere....I could
not say what it is. Now I see you are a telepath. You realize that don't you? And
a very powerful one too--humans have forgotten they used to be telepaths....but you,
you have those eyes....."
She was taken aback. Her eyes....they had always been a source of shame to her.
They set her apart, from her parents, from her peers. Although she had researched
the past, all records of the former abilities of humans was gone. Telepaths? And
her eye colour gave it away?
He watched her taking in that new knowledge and shook his head, "You have much
of the old way in you. The kindness, the compassion, the empathy--they are
ancient qualities..."
He trailed off and realized just then, how he had craved the ancient ways. How
she was a breath of the life he had left behind so very long ago. It brought
so much tenderness out of him that he truly felt the edges of his emotional
power now that he was a dark one. It was almost like having his soul in his
body again.
"So that day I saw you," She teased, "I actually caught you?"
She was amused to see him look rather embarassed at that.
"I could not believe you resisted a Vampyre seduction." He recalled.
He thought again of Seiya failing when he himself had not--Seiya was more
powerful--what did that mean?
She seemed almost to sense his thoughts--though he was keeping them to
himself.
"I want only you." She said very seriously--though she looked a little embarassed
to say it so bluntly. But she smiled at him and he found himself smiling back.
He braided her long hair into many braids and let it trail down her back still.
Then he pulled a white cotton dress--seemingly out of thin air--and let her pull it on.
He smiled and drew her into his arms, "Now Sere....I will take you to see the world,
anywhere you want to go. I will show you all the most beautiful places..."
Her eyes widened and then in a dark blur they were off and flying--like magic.
She held tightly to him, content in his touch. Here, with this beautiful, dark being.
This ancient, mystic man, she felt sensations so strong and real. Life was worth living
as long as she had him....