Innocent Seduction

** Had a reviewer comment about their being no lemons in the last chapter. I don\'t know about you but I prefer dark cherries to lemons. ;)**

Edward stands and offers me his hand.

“Dance?”

“I-I can’t, I don’t know how…”

He smiles, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll show you. Come.”

Feeling suddenly shy and nervous I take his hand and stand, turning to look at Kevin as we go. He just grins and waves at me. Some help he is. I let Edward take me out to the dance floor, though I’m not really sure how anyone can dance, theirs so many people. I’m surprised that someone hasn’t gotten bumped or ran over.

Edward pulls me suddenly against his body, jarring my thoughts and bringing my attention to him. I rest my hand on his chest for support and wait for him to explain it.

“Your attention, please. Follow my lead, let the music move you. Now, dance!”

He pushes me away as a particularly up beat song starts up, just a little so that there is a breath of space between us. He rolls his shoulders, then his hips. I try to mimic his actions but I know it must be jerky, uneven, because that’s what it feels like to me.

“Feel the music, Leona, feel it. You are the seductress, seduce.”

I close my eyes, listening to the music. It’s Latin, I can tell that from the Spanish that’s thrown in. The beat is pulsing, the words catchy. It talks about dancing, letting everything go and letting the rhythm take you over. And it talks about love.

I open my eyes to find Edward smiling down at me. I can feel myself moving and discover that I’m dancing! I’m really dancing.

“Seduce me.”

He commands and I smile slowly, letting it leak into my eyes. I move slow, letting the music wash over me. I let my hands slide down my side to rest on my hips, my body swaying with the music. My hips moving in time with the drums in the background, fast but light. I hold a hand out and motion for him to come to me. He moves towards me at a sensual pace, taking a step or two backwards for every three steps forward, as if uncertain whether he should come.

I move closer, letting my hands hang down at my side loosely. We come together with just our bodies, our arms staying limp and unneeded, for the moment. We move as one, our hips rotating to meet, as if we were having sex right there. I move my right hand to rest on his shoulder and lean back, his hands move to rest on my hips as we continue to move, our hips still locked together.

He takes my left hand and swings me out, then pulls me back in against his chest. I flow, using the music to push me, to guide me. The music stops suddenly and several people around us applaud. I force myself not to blush as I plant a kiss on Edwards cheek.

“That was wonderful!”

He laughs, “I knew you would think so. Head up, your next dance partner is coming.”

I turn to look and see a man walking towards us with determined steps. I don’t have to ask Edward to know that this is the one. His hair is long, falling just below his shoulders, and is a red so deep that it’s almost black, like a black cherry, or blood. I don’t know where the blood part came from, but it does seem like a good reference. He’s wearing a white tank that clings to every wonderful muscle and contour on his chest. His pants are even tighter than either of the boys and a shade of dark red to match his hair.

As he draws closer I notice that his eyes are a bright shade of green. This lets me know that his real hair color has to be close to red, I’m not sure how blond would dye. I know it’s a dye job because Carin has dyed her hair enough that I’ve learned to notice. Plus, most of the girls at school have dyed their hair at least once, with the exception of myself. I’ve never seen the purpose.

“May I have this next dance?”

He asks, glancing at first Edward than me. His voice is deep, bringing to mind hot summer nights and satin sheets. Edward takes a step away and I give this new man my best smile.

“Of course.”

“Thank you for the wonderful dance.”

Edward says as he moves away, soon becoming lost in the crowd. The stranger holds out his hand and I take it, the two of us come together. What ever uncertainty I might of held earlier is lost at the sight of this man, I seem to of found my hold on things. A foundation on which to stand. Oh, damn, he is sooo hot!

A new song starts up and I can’t help but laugh, at least inwardly. I know this song, I use to listen to it while doing homework. I had downloaded it once, before my computer had crashed a few months ago. I hadn’t taken the time to find it again and can’t remember the person, or band, that sings it but I’ll never forget the name. Every Breath You Take. The funny part is, the song is about a stalker.

We start out slow, my hands on his shoulder, his hands on my hip. We stare into each other’s eyes as if trying to see into the other’s soul. Being this close to him I can see his eyes clearer, the bright emerald green of it. I can see just how dark the red in his hair is and how pale his skin is. You would think a man this good looking would go out and tan. Not that I can talk much, I haven’t actually gone out to tan in years. Like, ever.

We move the tempo up as the song goes along, not the heated dance that Edward and I had shared, but more intimate, and more sexually charged. His eyes moved and roamed over my body as if committing every curve, every freckle to memory. He moves closer, kissing and nuzzling my neck.

My heart speeds up and I lean closer, my right hand moves to slip underneath his shirt to rest against his bare skin. His body temperature is hot to the touch and a light moan escapes my lips. I feel the faintest touch of his teeth against my skin and then the feeling that my mind is being drawn away, pulling into a pull of emerald.

Something isn’t right… I feel his teeth suddenly break skin and before I can do anything my mind is in his, seeing flashes of his past. I can see a woman clad in darkness coming to him, fangs showing clearly in her perfect red lips. His first kill, the blood, his misery.

Give me your name. Come to me…

He pulled away suddenly, his tongue moving along the puncture wounds, and looks down at me. He has to be taller than either of the boys, just from the way he towers over me.

“Intoxicating.”

He says breathlessly. I allow myself to blush a little.

“Thank you.”

Ronan. It seemed an odd name for a man like him, but it also seemed fitting. The part that excites me the most, though, is that he’s not human. I had thought vampires to be nothing more than fiction, product of wild imaginations. But, if a succubi like myself can exist, so can vampires and other non-human creatures. At this moment, though, I’m not sure which of us is the stalker and which of us is the prey.

We had both come here intent upon being the predator, but I don’t think it will end up with either of us as prey. No, I have the feeling that we’ll have to meet again for that one.

I can see two men coming over to us, Ronan saw me staring behind him and turns to look. When he sees the two he frowns.

“Looks like I must be going. Their appearance means I have some important business to attend to.”

He takes a step back and I let my bottom lip protrude in a pout.

“Aww, so soon?”

He kisses my lips, “I’m sorry. Some other time?” He kisses my lips again, lingering a little.

“Yes, soon.”

He kisses me one more time before turning to join the two men who are now standing directly behind him. I sigh softly as I watch him go, making amends to my statement not long ago. Ronan’s is the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen.

I rejoin the boys at the table plopping into my chair with less than ladylike grace.

“What do you know about vampires, Edward?”

“I know that they exist. The closet group of vampires is in the next big city, their hasn’t been a vampire in this area for about fifty years. I prefer not to have anything to do with other creatures.

Why do you ask?”

I lean my head down, exposing my neck and the bite mark that Ronan hadn’t quite healed. I hear them gasp and look up to see Kevin with a puzzled expression and Edward frowning.

“Who? When?”

“My dance partner, just a moment ago before he left.”

Edward shakes his head and stands.

“I think it’s time we moved on, it could be dangerous if there are vampires around. I don’t mind them either way but they do tend to herald danger.”

Kevin and I stand and follow Edward out of the club and back into his car. It’s a relief to be able to go out into the fresh air, to peace and quiet. We’re in Edwards car and almost to the next club before he decides to speak again.

“You have to watch yourself around vampires, they are a race of violent people. But, and this is something I learned from experience, when they bite you and take your blood they pull you into them. Normally they are a bugger to own, but once they bite you their gone.”

“That would explain what happened. When he bit me I could see pieces of his past, I called his name to me. I came close to having him when he pulled away. I don’t think it was his intention to take much.”

“Which is probably what saved him, but there is still the hint of a connection. You have an opening into his soul were he to ever come around again.”

I liked that, the fact that I could own a vampire, that I could own Ronan like I own Kevin.

The second club isn’t nearly as eventful as the first and we end up leaving it a lot quicker. On our way back to Edwards house we drop Kevin off at his house, I leave him with a good long kiss. I wait until Edward and I are in his house before I start asking him questions.

“Do I really seem so much like her? Your creator?”

He looks at me with a blank expression before sitting down on the couch.

“A little. I think, sometimes, that it’s mostly because you’re the first of my kind I’ve been around in over a hundred years. It’s making me remember things I’ve tried to forget.”

“What was she like?”

I sit down next to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“She was amazing, to say the least. Though I guess my opinion of her is rather high, as she was the one who created me. She was perfect in every way. Her hair was a blond so light it was almost white, her eyes were a bright blue. Her skin was golden and when she smiled she glowed.

I’m not even sure how old she was, she had existed long before I, but her youth seemed eternal. She always looked to be little more than twenty.”

“Did you love you?”

“No more than the other’s. There were four other’s aside from myself and we all adored her. She was like our goddess. In the end, when things had gone so terribly wrong, she sacrificed herself for her people. She sent all of us away. I don’t know about the other’s but I felt when she died, felt her life slip away.

I know that the gods are keeping her in good company. She believed strongly in the will of the gods, said that they know what their doing even if we don’t always agree with them. I wish you could of met her, I know you would of loved her as much as I.”

I snuggle closer.

“I would of loved to of met her too.”

He smoothes back my hair, it feels so comfortable, so nice. I feel my eyes droop and my body ready to fall asleep.

“Leona? Leona?”

“Hmm?”

“Shouldn’t you go home before you fall asleep.”

“I’m all ready falling asleep.”

He sighs softly but doesn’t move or make me wake up. Later I’m sure I’ll regret falling asleep here. Later maybe I’ll regret the whole night, but right now I feel content, happy even.

I wrap my arms around Edwards neck when I feel him stand up, I don’t want to be disturbed, I just want to rest. I want to dream about Ronan and his dark red hair, maybe even to dream about dark cherries. Yes, dark cherry ice cream with butterscotch syrup and nuts. Or a cheese cake, chocolate smothered in cherries. A tall man with dark red hair smothered in oil…



**The first song is \'Bailamos\' by Enrique Iglesias. I\'m still trying to find it completely in Spanish, and not just Spanglish. *grin* The second one I really can\'t remember the band/singer, nor do I know if that\'s the true name or not. I just know that it\'s an 80\'s rock song(I think so anyways), and that I love it. These two are just some of the songs that play continously while I write.**