I took a deep breath and looked strait into his crystal blue eyes.

"And how exactly do you know my name?"

Everything inside me was screaming for me to touch him, my fingers yearning to explore the depths of his hair, the texture of his skin, the smoothness of his hands, the sharpness of his bite…

"You know how…of course you have seen me in your dreams..." he raised his eyebrows, and all knowing glance in my direction.

My hands trembled; it took all the control I had not to leap on him, smothering him with passion filled kisses. I managed to croak out a "yes."

We proceeded to stare at each other, his eyes looking me up and down, measuring up my body. My eyes, longing and pained, yet glaring into his eyes.

I broke the deafening silence that had encroached upon us like a wet blanket.

"Why did you come Lestat?" hesitating for a moment, " I mean.. I know I 'called to you' or whatever, but I'm sure a lot of people think about you everyday. And I seriously doubt that you visit them all. So, why me?"

Lestat looked thoughtful for a moment, as if taking time to place his words together carefully, and then with one beautiful gesture, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders in frustration. He almost seemed human for that one moment…

"Your voice was stronger than all the others…you were screaming to me. I couldn't ignore it any longer. You seemed…special, and I knew once I made myself known, you would come to me eventually."

"I only came to you because you forced me! You're using your powers on me, trying to make me love you! But it won't work Lestat, I've already met my true love." I spat, coming to my senses.

"You look very delightful when your angry…your cheeks turn a very delicious shade of pink…"

"Don't even use Edward's words on me! You are nothing like him!" my temper flaring. Beneath the snow, my feet started to numb, and I knew I had to go back, but my heart wouldn't allow it, not yet.

"Edward? Ah, the boyfriend. You'll soon forget about him my love…you look cold. Why don't you come over here and warm up with me?"

my head was screaming 'no', I think I may have even said it out loud, but my numb feet betray me. I strode strait into his outstretched arms. He hugged me fiercely, crushing my chilled body against his stone cold one. I had not expected to feel warmth when I was in his arms, but there it was, radiating off of his body. Or could it be love? Either way, I was surprised…and I felt safe. I let a little sigh of happiness escape my lips, and felt Lestat's body relax even more. He gently took both of my arms in his hands, and pulled me away to gaze up upon his glorious face.

"Better?" he questioned.

"Much"

"Why don't we get you out of that wet towel into something more comfortable?"

I raised my eyebrows in curiosity, dirty thoughts invading my mind. As if reading them he laughed a deep melodious chuckle, and said,

"Something that covers a little more than a fluffy pink bath towel"

"Alright…where to?" my heart bled for Lestat. He was misunderstood, that's all. Edward would see that. I wouldn't stay long, unless he wanted me to. I belonged to Lestat now, I was his and his alone. Edmund would understand….was that his name? Edmund…Eddy…Ed…hmmm. Oh well. No point on dwelling.

"I thought we'd go to my place." Lestat responded, a sly smile on his lips.

I hadn't noticed what he was wearing before, but now I did, amazed at his beauty. He wore a simple black turtle neck, dark rusty jeans, and a handsome black leather jacket. He looked like a modern day James Dean. The paleness of his skin, the faint purple huge under his eyes, looked magnificent against the darkness of his black clothing. He stretched a slender hand out towards me, and with numbness of the cold coming over by half naked body, I gladly took it if it meant I was to go someplace warm.

I slid my quavering hand into his, and at once he lifted me into his arms and started to run. The stinging of the piercing wind only lasted a few moments, and then I was filled with warmth, all over. I hadn't noticed my head buried in his chest until I had to lift my head to see where I was. Once my eyes lifted I saw Lestat was standing in the middle of a small room with crimson walls, candles lighting every corner.

"You live here?" I asked in a whimsical whisper.

"For now…do you like it?" he questioned in a smooth as butter voice, his accent irresistible. He raised a perfect brow at me, and I blushed the deepest shade of red I could muster. I looked down at my newly warmed hands and smiled in spite of myself,

"Yes, I like it very much."

Before I could get the last word out, he was in front of me, touching my still red cheeks with the back of his marble hands.

"So warm…such life." He muttered, stroking his curious fingers across my lips, brow, jaw line. Those now wildly curious fingers now fell to my collar bone, and lower to my chest, then came to rest at the top of my towel wrapped around me. His face took on a twisted feature I had seen before…lust. But who had I seen it on? Esmund? Ed…

he started to unwrap the pink mass wrapped around my frail body.

"No." I whispered.

He looked up at me hurt and astonished that I rejected him. But I couldn't let him have all of me… something nagging me in the back of my mind was telling me that I would hate myself if I did. I gently pushed him away.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" I asked. I wanted to be fully clothed as soon as possible.

"I've already bought you some clothes."

"really?" unwarranted excitement crawled into my voice.

"Of coarse. I've laid them out on our bed…right through there."

He pointed down a small narrow hallway. At the end was a room larger than living room, with an enormous bed covered in tan silk sheets. On it were black pinstriped pants, a black see through long-sleeved shirt, and a black corset with black lace and ribbons criss-crossing the front. A microscopic pair of lacy panties, and bra. Too high to walk in black boots stood on the floor below.

"um…Lestat? I'm not sure this is my style…"

"You will wear what I want you to wear."

Feeling as if stabbed in the side, I took the underwear and pants in my hands, ready to put them on, until I felt someone behind me. I turned around to see Lestat lounging on the bed, hands behind his back…posing a lot like someone else used to on my bed…

"what, are you going to watch me?" sarcasm dripping off every word.

"Yes." Matter of factly stating.

"Um…I'd rather you not…if that's okay."

"Bella, let me tell you something. You will wear what I buy for you, I will watch you undress if I so please, and I will have your body whenever I want! Got it?" his eyes turned a bitter shade blue…darker now, like the ocean.

hands shaking and traitor tears brimming I squeaked an "okay."

My love had yelled at me. I had displeased him. Will he punish me? What have I done…

"are you going to punish me Lestat?" fear rose in my already shaking voice.

He sneered, and waved his hand. "just get dressed my love."

I turned around, my back to him, and dropped the towel. Reaching out for the clothes, Lestat caught my hand, and held it in his. Sincerely he said, "Bella, you are beautiful."

He let go, and I dressed, all the while blushing my brains out.