Silken Sheets
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,421
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter One
Title: Silken Sheets
Author: GraeyexDesires
AN: This is actually my first fic that I am posting here. I know I\'m a noob but you don\'t have to be gentle. I like it rough. ::Wink.:: Please review.
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The house that was before me loomed dark and seemingly mysterious. This was the location of the gathering? I snort, brushing back my long auburn hair, only to have it drift over my face again. It was so original; the two story Victorian house with gothic gargoyles on the edge of the roof. Hah, notice the sarcastic tone?
A small light flickered in one of the windows, and I felt a person come up behind me. Slipping to the side, which wasn\'t easy in four inch stiletto, as hand grasped where my shoulder had been moments before. The hand belonged to man, about 6\'2 in height, and with a gothic appearance. All black was his attire, including the long duster that brushed against his boots.
\"Ah, and what may this delicate rose want in a place like this,\" A slender eyebrow arched into black hair above deep midnight eyes, \"and at this hour?\"
I cleared my throat, finding a sudden lump there at the sound of his voice. \"I ... uh ... I\'m here for the gathering.\"
A knowing smile flashed upon his lips, revealing just a peek of fang. \"Would you wish to accompany me inside?\" His slender hand reaching out for me.
Swallowing I delicately placed my hand on his; a shock ran up my back but I hid the reaction with a blank smile. I had taken this job, I would go through it; even though the very presence of vampires made goose bumps run down my arms. \"Certainly.\"
Purposely I put a sway in my hips, making the silken material of my short crimson skirt swish against my long legs. The torso was like an outside corset, full of laces and strings that were pulled tight to display my small waist. Above the thin material on my breasts, my cleavage and the top of my mounds were displayed. The blue of my veins throbbed through pale skin, as if they were on a platter for all vampires saying, \' Here, come and get it.\' I could feel the weight of the vamp\'s gaze on me, causing me to shiver.
\"Are you cold, ma cherie?\" Without waiting for my answer he slipped out of his duster, revealing a black shirt opened to mid-chest, and placed it around my shoulders.
I put on my radiant smile, falling against his side. \"Oh, thank you.\" Deliberately I ran my tongue over my full lower lip. The more I convinced him I was defenseless, the more of an angle I had to take him down.
Flashing those fangs at me again he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a kiss. The moment his cold, dead lips touched mine I felt repulsed. Opening my large amethyst eyes I caught his and he instantly rolled me under. I felt as if I were swimming in a warm pool of darkness, a warm and fuzzy feeling all over. When he was jerked away from me, lips separated, I cried out, hand reaching out. I found a body, but I could tell from the silken texture of the shirt it wasn\'t the original vamp.
My eyes shot open, looking up at a man of 5\'9, almost six inches taller than me. I must have looked confused because he grinned. No fangs peeked through. When the man spoke his voice was deep, rumbling through my head.
\"Oh lookie here, it\'s coffin bait, a vampire\'s whore.\"
I could here very masculine chuckles, and I gripped the duster tighter around my shoulders as if I could ward then off with just that. I backed up slowly, looking around wildly.
\"Who are you, what do you want?\"
They were very obvious questions, but they got straight to the point. The man lashed out, gripping my arm through the coat. I didn\'t struggle, comforted only because I could feel the reassuring weight of my Browning 9mm against my thigh in it\'s holster. The man\'s face came dangerously close to mine.
\"I\'m your new master, bitch, and your coming with me.\"
His fist was a blur until it connected with my chin, then all I saw was pitch black as I dropped into unconsciousness.
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AN: This is just the beginning, let it be known that is is a work in progress. Although I have a main idea on where this story will lead I can\'t be certain. Thanks.
Author: GraeyexDesires
AN: This is actually my first fic that I am posting here. I know I\'m a noob but you don\'t have to be gentle. I like it rough. ::Wink.:: Please review.
*\'*\'*\'*\'*\'*\'*\'*\'*\'*\'*
The house that was before me loomed dark and seemingly mysterious. This was the location of the gathering? I snort, brushing back my long auburn hair, only to have it drift over my face again. It was so original; the two story Victorian house with gothic gargoyles on the edge of the roof. Hah, notice the sarcastic tone?
A small light flickered in one of the windows, and I felt a person come up behind me. Slipping to the side, which wasn\'t easy in four inch stiletto, as hand grasped where my shoulder had been moments before. The hand belonged to man, about 6\'2 in height, and with a gothic appearance. All black was his attire, including the long duster that brushed against his boots.
\"Ah, and what may this delicate rose want in a place like this,\" A slender eyebrow arched into black hair above deep midnight eyes, \"and at this hour?\"
I cleared my throat, finding a sudden lump there at the sound of his voice. \"I ... uh ... I\'m here for the gathering.\"
A knowing smile flashed upon his lips, revealing just a peek of fang. \"Would you wish to accompany me inside?\" His slender hand reaching out for me.
Swallowing I delicately placed my hand on his; a shock ran up my back but I hid the reaction with a blank smile. I had taken this job, I would go through it; even though the very presence of vampires made goose bumps run down my arms. \"Certainly.\"
Purposely I put a sway in my hips, making the silken material of my short crimson skirt swish against my long legs. The torso was like an outside corset, full of laces and strings that were pulled tight to display my small waist. Above the thin material on my breasts, my cleavage and the top of my mounds were displayed. The blue of my veins throbbed through pale skin, as if they were on a platter for all vampires saying, \' Here, come and get it.\' I could feel the weight of the vamp\'s gaze on me, causing me to shiver.
\"Are you cold, ma cherie?\" Without waiting for my answer he slipped out of his duster, revealing a black shirt opened to mid-chest, and placed it around my shoulders.
I put on my radiant smile, falling against his side. \"Oh, thank you.\" Deliberately I ran my tongue over my full lower lip. The more I convinced him I was defenseless, the more of an angle I had to take him down.
Flashing those fangs at me again he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a kiss. The moment his cold, dead lips touched mine I felt repulsed. Opening my large amethyst eyes I caught his and he instantly rolled me under. I felt as if I were swimming in a warm pool of darkness, a warm and fuzzy feeling all over. When he was jerked away from me, lips separated, I cried out, hand reaching out. I found a body, but I could tell from the silken texture of the shirt it wasn\'t the original vamp.
My eyes shot open, looking up at a man of 5\'9, almost six inches taller than me. I must have looked confused because he grinned. No fangs peeked through. When the man spoke his voice was deep, rumbling through my head.
\"Oh lookie here, it\'s coffin bait, a vampire\'s whore.\"
I could here very masculine chuckles, and I gripped the duster tighter around my shoulders as if I could ward then off with just that. I backed up slowly, looking around wildly.
\"Who are you, what do you want?\"
They were very obvious questions, but they got straight to the point. The man lashed out, gripping my arm through the coat. I didn\'t struggle, comforted only because I could feel the reassuring weight of my Browning 9mm against my thigh in it\'s holster. The man\'s face came dangerously close to mine.
\"I\'m your new master, bitch, and your coming with me.\"
His fist was a blur until it connected with my chin, then all I saw was pitch black as I dropped into unconsciousness.
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AN: This is just the beginning, let it be known that is is a work in progress. Although I have a main idea on where this story will lead I can\'t be certain. Thanks.