I think I'm in love with this story.
Mind: Yes precious, we are.
Hadasah: Get back in the closet!!
Mind: yes my love...filthy.. nasty.. stupid, we is...
Wow.
Just goes to show how truly insane I am.
Enjoy.
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Chapter 2: Kisses on the Street
Terra blinked again as the man lifted her up to a sitting position.
He smiled at her, his blue eyes dark and ... she blushed furiously, realizing that she was completely naked- save for a white towel.
Thinking of that, she edged away from the man, adjusting her towel as she gathered her bag.
"I'm sorry, fans aren't normally allowed back here. You startled me," she said, standing and facing him.
He extended his hands, palms outwards. "Forgive me, I had merely wished to meet the famous Nadia Sharpe, before she left."
Terra mimed vomiting in her head. Oh yes, so like the millions of people she'd dealt with.
"A pleasure. Call me Nadia, please. My full name makes me feel old," she chuckled, brushing a stray curl from her face, to join the mass of waves sticking to her back.
Her stomach flipped lazily as he laughed, a low, husky sound that made her nervous. "You can call me Vlad." His voice, she noticed now that she was not so close to him, was rich, suggestive. It was accented heavily- sounding like... Romanian. Or German.
"Now there's a name you don't here every day. Vlad," she said, rolling it around in her mouth. "Are you Romanian?" She asked, taking in his appearance as he smiled.
He was wearing an entirely black outfit, black slacks, shoes, and a pointed collared black shirt, opened slightly to reveal pale skin at the base of his throat. His dark hair was clipped back, a few strands falling around his face, framing it perfectly.
"Transylvania, actually." A shiver went through her. Nothing good came from Transylvania.
"Oh, so are you visiting Paris then?" (A/N haha, sorry, yes this story is set in Paris, France... for the most part... hehe)
He smiled again. "Of course. Word of a great dancing troupe reached my ears, and I had to see for myself. Theatre and dance is a wondrous line of work."
Terra felt slightly uncomfortable, standing half naked in front of him.
"That's great. Listen, Vlad, I really have to get going, but maybe I'll see you around?" Her voice had grown slightly husky, too, and he smiled, revealing white teeth that shone in his pale face.
"Of course. Until then, Nadia." He stepped closer, raising one of her slim hands to his mouth, and kissed her knuckles softly.
She nodded, then turned and retreated to the changerooms, feeling that something had been changed. Drastically.
But she had no idea what.
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He sighed, stretching as he paced the rooftop.
It was true, Nadia was beautiful. Except he knew that wasn't what she was really called.
It took her a minute to react to her name, as if he had been calling to someone else.
Seeing her long legs, her shoulders, her neck, and her face, all bare and ivory skinned, had sent heat coursing through him as he grinned at the night sky in remembrance.
She was very, very attractive.
All of his talk of 'word reaching his ears' had been utter nonsense.
He knew where Nadia lived, and he knew she was a dancer.
Except he'd never been that close to her.
In her fragile state, the scent of her blood coursing beneath her skin, the pulse beating jaggedly at the shock of her injury- made his fangs grow as he controlled his thoughts.
He was Count Vladislaus Dragulia, and he had just found another victim.
One he could not wait to seduce.
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Terra pulled on her dark jeans, sighing at the way they hugged her legs, including her calves.
Skinny jeans were wonderful.
Her eyes rolled as she slid the straps around her arms, hooking her bra as she adjusted the cups around her.
God, that man's gaze- his eyes... all of them continued to stare at her, often replacing her reflection as she looked up.
Each time, she jumped, clutching her chest as she breathed heavily.
Get a grip, she told herself, looking around the dim changeroom for the hundredth time.
Terra knelt, feeling around underneath her vanity. "Ah hah!" She rose, holding the slightly dusty shirt up in triumph.
"Knew this one was here." It was a sleeveless shirt, one that just covered the tops of her jeans beneath her stomach.
She slipped it on, her arms bending as she pulled it over her damp hair.
Sitting, Terra gazed at the mirror, propping her face in her hands, staring dolely into her reflection.
Grabbing a can of mousse, she ran it through her hair, flattening the frizz forming in her curls. She untangled her hair the best she could, resulting the she could get a brush through it amazingly.
Out of all her friends, Terra possessed the wildest hair. It was dark red, curly and wild; and as all her suitors told her, sexy as hell.
To her, it was the mop of hell, the main focus of her displeasure.
Her hair seemed to reflect her emotions, puffing up madly when she was scared, going into a halo of frizz in her anger, and when she was happy, curled nicely.
Just then, she didn't really want to do anything to herself. Makeup and hair seemed trivial as she yawned, exhausted.
She could still feel Cale's lips on her own, and suddenly found herself wondering what the strange man's lips would taste like...
Smirking, she slammed one leg up onto the counter, reaching into her bag for a sock.
"Fat. Chance. He is sooo out of my league. Besides, I don't need something like that right now." The falseness in her words did not fall on empty halls as she'd hoped; a shadow outside laughed at her false words.
After sliding her feet into knee high, slightly platformed boots, she stood. Then sighed as she roughly swiped a layer of eyeliner and mascara over her eyes.
She pressed some chapstick over her lips, left dry from the stage makeup.
She picked up her bag, and her helmet, a smile tugging the corner of her lips as she swept her makeup and extra stuff into her bag, clipping it shut. She flicked the lights off as she left the studio, boots clicking eerily on the marble floors.
The outside air was pleasantly cool, being just April right then, it was not yet boiling during the night. She strode around the back of the building, spotting her glimmering ride.
"That's my girl," she laughed proudly. She stuffed her bag into the side pouches on the small bike, then straddled the wide seat, perching over the bike as she coiled her hair into the helmet, then sliding it over her head, lowering the visor.
She kicked the engine into life, rumbling loudly as she rolled out of the parking lot, heading for her apartment.
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The streets were filled with couples, holding hands and kissing.
She grimaced at the myriad of people, turning off on a smaller cobblestoned road. Stopping at the lights, she noticed another biker, muscled and riding a larger bike than hers.
She revved her engine; a challenge. He answered, and she could imagine the grin he wore.
The lights changed, and she roared down the side roads, hearing the thunder of his pursuit clash in her ears as they sped down the street.
She laughed as she leaned forward, streamlining herself with the bike as she gunned it around the corner, watching as he slowed to turn, wary of flipping his larger bike.
"Slowpoke!" She shouted, knowing how immature that sounded. Through his half-visor, she saw him smile, then speed towards her as she turned again to the road ahead, turning off into a side alley.
She slowed, killing her bike's engine as she waited in the alley's lone lamplight, casting shadows over her.
The other bike coasted into the alley, sliding to a stop mere inches away from hers.
The man slid his helmet off, grinning lazily at her.
"Nice bike," he teased, tossing his sandy hair back from his eyes as he looked her over.
She reached up, dislodging her helmet and allowing her hair to swing free, framing her face and shoulders as she smiled sweetly at him, enjoying the brief surprise that flitted across his face before he covered it with a smile.
"Yours too," she retorted, dropping her helmet on the handlebars. She let her foot linger close to his, brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek as she smiled at him.
"Now here's something I don't see every day," he began, drawling his words out as he leaned over his handlebars, still smirking at her. "What's a pretty girl like you doing out here at night? And alone what's more?" She smiled.
"I could say the same to you." Her comment, light as it was, made his gray eyes dance with laughter.
"I'm Brett." He held out a long hand to her; she took it in her own. "Nadia."
He looked her over again. "I'm charmed, Nadia. I would be more so if you would take a drink with me."
Her eyes grew suggestive as she traced the curve of her lips. "I'd rather take a drink of you."
Brett leaned over his bike, one long arm snagging her waist as he pulled her in front of him, against the handlebars.
He smiled down at her, fingers running through her red hair as she trailed her hands over his stomach, relishing the hard feel of his muscles.
She did not miss the fact that she was straddling his thighs, pressed close to his body, their faces inches apart.
He leaned forward, capturing her mouth in his own, teasing her lips as he ran his tongue across them. Her mouth parted as she kissed him back, hands tangling in his hair.
From above in the shadows, another man growled dangerously as he watched Nadia kissing this new man.
When they finally pulled away, Terra laughed breathlessly, tracing the strong line of his jaw. "I think I'd like to go for a drink, actually. Know anywhere good?"
He ran his mouth over her skin until their lips met again, and their foreheads rested together as he said huskily, "A few places."
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Terra stumbled through her door, struggling to win this passionate fight as Brett slammed the door shut with his back as he took her in his arms again.
A few drinks went a long way.
She ran her hands over his chest beneath his black t-shirt, groaning as he stripped her shirt from her.
They tumbled onto her wide couch, ignoring the phone as it rang consistantly.
Finally, after five minutes of non-stop ringing, Terra disconnected herself from Brett, staggering in her bra and jeans into the kitchen.
She snatched the phone from its hook, clearing her throat to rid it of her desire. "Hello?"
"Terra! You ass! I've been phoning for the past hour! Where are you?"
Arms wound around her waist, and her back prickled as Brett placed a kiss on the back of her neck, fingers working at her jeans as she cleared her throat again.
"Um... Sita, I'm kind of caught up.. at the moment- holy crap!-" Brett smiled, his hand sliding once more into her jeans as she panted heavily, her head falling back against his chest as she struggled for control.
"I'm with a guy! I'll tell you later! Love you!"
"No- wait, don't hang up- Terra!" Sita's voice cut out as Terra slammed the phone back onto its stand, then turned and lunged at Brett, pinning him to the table as she kissed him madly.
His hands slid her jeans off, working at her bra as she snapped his belt off.
Terra came up for air as she stood in front of Brett, who sat dazedly on the table in front of her. "Not fair. Interrupting my conversation when I-" Her voice cut out as he grabbed her face, kissing her hungrily again.
Her thoughts dwindled as she enjoyed his touch.
Brett carried her, legs wrapped around his waist, into her bedroom, closing the door behind him, dropping her bra disdainfully outside the door.
The shadows outside her apartment convulsed, condensing into the shape of a man, his eyes pure black and burning in anger.
Another man, tasting of his prize?
Jealousy and desire coursed through him as he listened to them for a minute more, then flew away, feeling the need to feed more urgently than stopping Nadia.
Inside, Brett pressed her down, into the mattress as he tossed the remainder of her clothing aside. He kicked his pants off, and she did the honours.
Hours later, as Terra fell asleep in the arms of her lover, the same haunting blue eyes and dark hair flashed before her eyes.
He continued to slide through her dreams, watching her reaction as he kissed her.
The dawn approached, and he took off, heading back to his own abode, leaving his prize until the next night.
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HAH
I love this.
The suspense is killing me.
heehee.
Dracula: -leans on wall- At least she's not a bitch.
Hadasah: -ignores him- Uh huh...
Dracula: Unlike you... -examines nails-
Hadasah: -stares at him-
Gr.
REVIEW.
-tiny voice- please?
