Chapter 9

Seduction

Carlisle told me of what he had observed from watching over the girl; her schedule, her habits, etc. One in particular was that she adored going to a fashionable club almost every Saturday evening. I felt so nervous even though I felt it would be the perfect place to gain her trust; Carlisle was convinced that I could restrain myself but I asked him to accompany me just as a precaution.

That Saturday night as we ventured out of the house, dressed in best to impress, and I felt slightly reassured as I made some last minute adjustments to my hair and necklace; when I gazed at my reflection I saw that my eyes were now a fabulous dark rich amber, but still not the pure liquid topaz of Carlisle's eyes.

I had convinced Jane and Alec to stay at the Cullen residence as Carlisle, Edward, and Emmett came with me for encouragement as we went forth into Seattle. We followed the girl, who was dressed in a beautiful knee-length beige gown, to the top floor of a building where we came to a large white classy room; half hidden in dimmed light, couples and groups exchanged conversation at the bar – with a backlit wall of glass bottles – and three steps led down to the dance floor where dozens of young bodies mingled rather crowdedly to modern music.

I cringed to myself. "Oh my goodness, I am far in over my head."

We sat down half consumed in the shadows of the far corner lounge suite and waited for the opportune moment; we only had to wait three quarts of the hour, as I watched her being entertained. For a human, I could not help but notice just how beautiful she was; and I found it amusing as the young men tried to subdue her but each and every one was disregarded.

Until she sat down at the bar alongside a few friends, it was then that she turned and noticed me; her consuming brown eyes widened at the sight of me – Carlisle placed his hand on my shoulder and grinned supportively. I chuckled a smiled, and rose from my chair; waltzing over to her, I also kept a watch on a small group of dashing young males behind her, eyeing my movement.

"Oh my god, I remember you. I've seen you around every now and again; you were the one that saved me a few weeks ago from those guys." Her voice uncovered the secret that she was pleased to see me. "Please forgive me, what was your name again?"

I offered my hand, she went to shake it but I raised her hand to my lips. "Aro." I whispered as I kissed her hand.

Her heart beat stopped for one eighth of a second longer than usual, she smiled and fluttered her curved lashes, while her friends giggled like young children.

"And if my memory serves me right you are..."

"Sonja."

"Sonja." I nodded, trying to sound as if I wasn't stalking her. Then I took notice of a ring on her right hand, a golden band with an impressive red ruby, "Such a beautiful ring. Italian gold, and the ruby appears to be genuine, it is not?"

"It is actually, thank you – it's a family heirloom. Well, I suppose I never really had the chance to thank you properly, so... thank you," she smiled.

"No, not at all, the pleasure's all mine; but please, might I be so bold as to treat you and your gorgeous young friends for a drink?" I asked.

She turned to her friends; each and every one of them gave smiles, nodes, and gestures of approval.

"Uh, thank you, that's… that's really generous of you. And maybe your lonely friends would like to join us." She replied blissfully.

I looked back over her shoulder to the group of young lads; all their faces went glum, and a few sneered as I winked and mockingly raised my right brow to them.

As the night progressed I bought the ladies drinks, Edward, Carlisle, and Emmett were deeply amused when she took my hand and led me down to the dance floor; her friends still gave giggles and laughs of encouragement and Emmett just plainly laughed – Edward dashed off and then the music changed, becoming more sway and jazz. I twirled Sonja under my arm; she sighed breathlessly as my cold hand came to her hip and held her close as the dance begun. I found this rather diverting – having a bit of fun first before taking the prey. Such a shame it was all for not.

"Well I must say, Aro, I am impressed. Normally when guys try to hit on me it's the same thing over and over but you… you're really old-fashioned."

I chuckled and replied, "Well, I simply find old-fashioned elegance a bit more flattering than the commonness of today's culture."

"And it's not just that, I mean, I don't wish to be rude but, even for a man your age… you're so handsome, and, this might sound strange, but in a way – you're sort of beautiful."

"Thank you, Sonja." My cheek brushed against hers as I came to her ear. "Though hardly not as luminous as you are, my dear."Only a quarter of my heart went into the compliment, for I could never full heartedly flatter another woman other than my wife.

My left hand let go of hers, gently cupping her jaw and brought her face up to mind; consuming the warmth of her lips in a binding kiss that I knew that I had earned her trust. I shivered ever so slightly, an itch caught me throat as her scent began to make me thirsty; but it was a little annoying having to listen to her past thoughts when I was trying so hard to concentrate on other things – such as trying not to decapitate her to sustain my hunger. But as our lips parted, we smiled to the background noises of congratulation cheers by Emmett and Sonja's companions.

After the dance I took her home but now came the hardest part of it; as she invited me to stay the night. I was a little reluctantly but, politely I agreed; I had to focus on this point as now all my hard work had come down to this crucial moment.

"I'll be right back." She purred as her words licked my ear.

Removing my jacket, I made myself comfortable on the bed; my hands were clutching onto my pants as the painful itching in my throat was still proving to be a heightening inconvenient – in Sonja's absence all I could seem to think about was how, for the life of me, I could not understand how Edward managed this with fragile Bella.

When Sonja returned she unlaced her night gown, revealing she was wearing not but black lingerie; Sonja then placed her legs on either side of me as she sat down on my lap, with her hips swaying rather hypnotically. I heavily swallowed the excess venom in my mouth as she removed my shirt; my fingers were firmly feeling around her bodice, blinded by pain as she ran her fingers through my hair and my forehead clutching onto her heartbeat pulsating hard between her breasts.

It was driving me to the point of madness; hearing her thoughts while she was trying to satisfy my pleasure, as well as trying to concentrate on the business at hand and striving to restrain my raging urge to kill her.

I forced her down onto the bed as all clothing was removed; constricted one another in each other's arms, and the silk sheets of the bed. Sonja's mouth-watering, orgasmic, breath swam down my throat as are lips moulded together; I groaned in pain as her scent was feeding the beast within me, which only seemed to provoke her. I truly felt that I got a little carried away when the entire bedroom was nearly shaking, but could not help myself, she was just so encouraging – but still just not quite as arousing as my wife. As pleasurable as everything was, I was little worried when I bit down on the pillow only millimetres away from neck; and so I tried to take things slower, as I was beginning to hear the beams of the bed frame chip beneath us.

The next morning as we laid nestled together in the dark; I started looking around at some of the damage I had done to the bed – there were a few broken wooden bars on the bed head and a few tears in the sheets – but still it was mercifully nothing compared to what could have happened. Slowly then Sonja stretched in my arms and I saw long bruises all over her body caused by my fingers.

She sighed heavily and kissed my chest, "Oh, Aro, what a wild ride? You're so aggressive; defiantly the best I've ever had."

As we got out of bed, Sonja made breakfast for herself as I declined her offer; as I watched her eat, she looked at me... and noticed something.

"Are you feeling alright, Sweetheart?" she asked, I tried to look relaxed but it was just impossible at this point; she then looked very concerned. "Seriously, are you okay?"

"Yes, Sonja, my dear; I'm fine."

Sonja then came to my side and felt my forehead, "You're still so cold, and your skin looks pale – well more sickly than usual – and your eyes... looks like you didn't get any sleep last night, and the colour of your eyes are black."

I looked away attempting to draw attention away from my eyes, "Well, that's a little surprising considering how well and hard you courted me last night." I encouraged.

Sonja grinned at the compliment and then she lean forward and kissed me passionately; but my body tensed completely and Sonja was now worried. I tried to make my farewell brief, promising to visit her soon, as I escaped back into the national park.