she is under your spell
She is your pet, your trinket your plaything
You watch as she walks around in a hazy fog that you created
You watch as she waits day after day for you to bring her relief, pleasure, deliverance
Your plan is working,
She is fast becoming dependant on you, on what you give to her
You watch as bit by bit her morals, her independence and reserve fall away with each tantalizing bite
You are the drug that she is beginning to crave
An addiction, and pretty soon she will drown in it
Yes you are pleased it is all going so smoothly, you are so near to reaching your goal. She has one foot in the grave and she doesn't even know it yet. The end is so close,
But not yet....
She is still holding back from you, still fighting. That steely iron wall she puts up to protect herself is still rigid and upright but you can feel it bending and weakening with every kiss and every caress.
You like having her here, so close to you where you know she is safe. You like to hold her in your arms, like to trace the sun kissed fluidity of her skin, the tiny knobs on her spine.
You love to drink from her that sweet, irresistible blood which threatens to overcome you. Her blood is so full of life and adrenaline and sparks; it is the very essence of Rose. And though you still feed from others lesser than yourself, everything else is bland in comparison to her wonderful nectar
Every time you sup from her you want more. Every time it gets harder and harder to stop, and it nearly kills you not to take away her life and the choice you gave her, to change her yourself.
But no, you can't. You want Rose to choose herself. To give into temptation and welcome her fateful awakening. You know how her mind works, how she will never be truly content until she has made this decision herself. For now you must wait and hope, but only for so long. Time will run out and eventually she will have to surrender or you will have to force her down the only path you are willing to take.
Every day, after you have prowled the streets as a mighty predator of night, after you have left a trail of broken bodies behind you like breadcrumbs. You are full and weary of the human world so you retreat to her room, Rose, where you spend those precious little moments with her, only her.
She is the bridge between what you where and what you have become. Even though you a glad to leave behind that pitiful man you once where, you welcome this beautiful woman with open arms. She still has meaning for you, in your eyes she is a valuable gem you want to keep in a glass cage displaying its bright and shining charm for eternity.
You like to lavish her with gifts of her worth
Jewels, silks, perfumes and expensive sweet smelling flowers
But tonight you bring her the finest of all
An exquisite necklace that even you with your useful connections, found hard to obtain
But it was worth all your trouble
Just to see it around her beautiful slender neck
The soft white gold illuminate against her darkness
The sapphires deepening to the warmth of her skin
A groan gets caught in your throat
You want to lick the soft spot where the clasp closes at her nape
Just to see if it tastes as sweet as it looks
Beautiful
You whisper, watching her skin blush under your hands
Beautiful....