Dark Angel

You wake up the next morning thinking about the weird dream you had the night before. Vampires, sure they exist just like unicorns and pixies. Of course you are still wrapped in the towel from the night before. Great just great you think to yourself couldn’t even throw a nightgown on. You get up out of bed and head to the bathroom. You look in the mirror and almost scream when you see the wound on your shoulder. It wasn’t a dream at all.



Panicked you have no idea what to do. He keeps creeping into your mind and his words haunt you. You can’t concentrate, you can’t get him out of your head. You swear you hear him calling to you. He torturing you slowly. The day seems to go by very quickly much too quickly and you find yourself at home yet again. You go into the bathroom and run your bath water. You’re there soaking in the hot water with the washcloth over your eyes. The hot water feels so good. And of course you have your favorite lavender bath oil in the water. You start to slowly relax.



“There you are love.” You hear him say as you jump about five feet in the air.



“Do you have to scare me like that? What do you want?” You reply.



“I believe you know exactly what I want. Come now out of the tub. I’ve brought you a gift.” He states as he walked over towards the tub.



He helps you out and grabs a towel.



“No love let me dry you. “ He says as he wraps the towel around you and starts to dry you off.



This is wrong. You can’t feel this way. He’s a blood sucking murderer and you’re his next victim but yet he seems to know exactly how to touch you. He knows exactly how to make you lose your mind. He goes to dry your breasts and you feel the slight touch of his skin upon yours. You throw your head back and moan as he laughs slightly. You don’t even notice he’s finished drying you off until you don’t feel his touch anymore.



He reaches over onto the chair by the sink and grabs a white object. It’s a beautiful white lace dressing gown. He holds it open for you and you slip it on. He ties the sash around your waist and stands back to admire you in your gown.



“Breathtaking” is all he says.



He holds out his hand to you and you grasp it slowly knowing you have no choice but to obey him anymore. He leads you into your bedroom and once inside you come to your senses and try to run out into the living room. Laughing he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder as you cry out. He carries you over to the bed and throws you on your soft pink satin sheets. He kneels on the bed beside you and quickly moves on top of you. He starts to kiss you on your lips softly. His hands are running up the dressing gown. You arch your back as he moves his lips from your lips to your throat. You whimper softly and he reaches up to stroke your cheek reassuringly . He slowly unties the sash of the dressing gown and opens the gown. You try to move off the bed and he roughly pushes you back down. He runs his hand over your breasts and you moan softly. His tongue runs down your throat to your breasts where he lightly licks each nipple. You cry out in pleasure or was it fear and you can tell by the look in his eyes he is pleased.



He sits up and takes off his shirt still sitting on top of you pinning you to the bed. He grabs hold of your left arm and brings your wrist up to his lips. He lightly sucks your wrist as you moan softly. He laughs softly. He works his way down your stomach. You arch your back and moan as he licks your bellybutton. He raises his head to kiss you yet again. His kisses get more intense and rougher. He roughly grabs you arms and places them above your head. He grabs the sash to your gown and ties your wrists to the bed. You come to your senses and struggle to free yourself as he laughs.



“Don’t fight me on this love. You won’t win. You’re mine.” He says with a growl.



“Please let me go. I really don’t want this. It’s almost Mardi Gras and there will be plenty of other women here. I’m sure you can find someone else.” You plead.



“No, there is no one else just you. One thing you need to learn is I always get what I want . I want you and there’s no changing my mind. You’ll learn to accept this or die in the process.” He angrily says as he starts to rip at the dressing gown. The soft lace tears in different areas under his grasp.



He starts kissing you again and running his hands down your body to your hips. He is very angry now and all his movements are rough. He opens your legs and bends down to kiss your inner thigh. He growls deep in his throat and the pleasure you were feeling is replaced by the feeling of his fangs going into the tender skin of your thigh. You cry out but suddenly the pain is replaced by pleasure again. You can feel him sucking lightly on your inner thigh and you moan loudly. He looks up at you with a smile on his bloodstained lips.



He moves up so that he can kiss your lips and kisses you roughly. You can taste your blood on his lips. He moves from your lips to your throat again. You’re panting and moaning like crazy. He kisses your throat and moves down to your breast. He growls again and you feel the deep kiss of his fangs above your left breast. You’ve never felt pleasure like this before. You arch you back as he roughly sucks the blood coming from your breast. You start to moan louder.



“Just go ahead and take me. You are my master now.” You cry as you try to sit up.



He stops drinking from you and looks up and smiles.



“Not tonight my love, not tonight. “ He replies as he pushes you back down onto the bed and reaches up and unties your hands.



He is sitting on the edge of your bed running his hand through your hair. You feel so tired but yet so restless. You so desperately want him but this can’t be right.



“I’m so tired but..” You say as he caresses your cheek.



“Shhh just sleep now my beautiful angel. Tomorrow night is your big night.” He gently whispers as you close your eyes.



He moves your hair back away from your face, kisses you softly on the cheek, and then stands up, grabbing his shirt and exits thru the balcony door.