Dark Angel

You slowly begin to wake up. You still feel so weak. Why didn’t he just take you last night? Why make you suffer so? You swore he just wanted you to submit to him and that’s what you did. You look over at the clock and see it’s almost 3:30pm. You can’t believe you slept that long. You climb out of bed slowly. You notice you’re still somewhat wearing the dressing gown although sometime last night he had ripped it. Looking down you notice it’s been stained a few places with your blood. Lord, you must be one heck of a site you think to yourself. You look and see his marks all over your body. Between the bruises, bite marks and your ripped and bloodied gown you look like you’ve been mauled by an animal. You make it as far as the wall and slide down to the floor. You wonder if you are dying. You begin to cry and lay there on the floor with your back against the wall. You end up passing out right there.



Hours later he walks into your apartment his normal way and finds you laying on the floor. He swiftly picks scoops you up into his arms and carries you over to the bed. He sits down on the edge and tries to wake you.



“Love it’s time to wake up.” He says.



You slowly open your eyes and look up at him. He actually looks worried about me you think.



“You did this on purpose. So I wouldn’t change my mind.” You softly say.



“It wouldn’t have mattered you would be mine whether you were willing or not. I would have found you now matter where you ran and killed anyone who dared to stand between us.” He whispers into your ear.



“Just get this over with.” You say as you turn your head to one side exposing your throat to him.



He looks down at you and sees up close the marks he left on your chest the night before. He had gotten too rough with you last night and actually felt sorry about it. But then again he knew you needed to see that side of him. He stood up and started to undress himself. You look over to see why he hasn’t just gotten it all over with and see that he’s undressing. Shyly you look away. He climbs into the bed with you and moves to where he is lying beside you. He reaches over and caresses your cheek. He moves so that you are looking into his eyes. He lightly kisses you on the lips. You pull away slightly from him and start to cry. He slowly begins to kiss and lick your tears away. You are shocked at this show of compassion from him.



“What are you doing?” You whisper in surprise.



“You’ve seen how I am when I am angry now you need to see the other side of me. I’m not always the monster you think I am. I’m only that way when you provoke me. Remember I can read your thoughts. You wanted this.” He explained as he kissed your lips again.



His lips trail down from your lips to your throat. His kisses are soft and gentle. He goes down lower to kiss the marks he made on you last night. You cry out in pain as he hits them the wrong way. He whispers something softly in your ear. It’s in a language you don’t understand but for some reason it comforts you. He slowly grabs your wrist and brings it to his lips. He begins to kiss your wrist and then lightly drags your hand down his chest. He goes past his stomach and your fingers lightly brush up against his hard member. He groans softly as you lightly run your fingers over the tip. You swear you hear him call you a virgin tease but am not entirely sure. He kisses you again on the lips and starts to slowly climb on top of you. You feel his member brush slightly between your legs and you moan softly. He starts kissing and licking your throat alternating between the two. He starts to move down your body all the way down between your legs. The next thing you feel is his tongue slowly entering you. You arch your back and moan softly. He raises his head and licks his way back up to kiss you on the lips. He gives you a sly smile and then thrusts himself into you. You rock your hips forward to meet his thrust and gasp. His thrusts grow harder and more intense as you run your hands up his back and rest them on his shoulders. Your fingernails dig into his flesh and he growls into your ear. You get closer and closer to climax.



“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He whispers into your ear.



“Yes.” You cry loudly.



He laughs and starts to kiss your throat again. You’re so close you can feel it and then he thrusts harder and you lose it. You hear him growl into your ear and he pulls his head back. You look over at him and see his eyes are red. The fangs are bared and he thrust his fangs into your neck with a growl. You gasp as he begins to suck on your throat. The orgasm wasn’t subsiding it was growing. You fell like you’re about to burst. Suddenly you can’t breath and start to gasp for air. You cry out and suddenly the orgasm is over and he withdraws from you. You close your eyes and start to drift off to sleep. Wait you think, this isn’t sleep it’s death. You start to panic.



“Shhhhh it’s okay Love. It’s almost over.” He says as he pauses from drinking from you.



You calm down slightly or maybe it has to do with the sudden weakness you’re finding you have. You gasp as your arms fall from his shoulders to the bed. You realize this is your last living moment. You suddenly have a snippet of one of your favorite songs wander into your head.



Past the point of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn. We’ve passed the point of no return . . .



“Love? Love? Come on you can’t sleep yet. You need to drink from me and then I’ll let you sleep.” He says as he cuts himself on the chest.



You don’t even have the strength to raise up from the bed. He cups one hand behind your head the other on your lower back literly picking you up and bringing your head to the slash on his chest. You slowly started to lick his wound. Blood never tasted so sweet to you before. You started to suck on the wound harder needing it more and more. Realizing he can’t give you any more he lays you back down on the bed. He bends down and kisses you passionately on the lips. You return his kiss still feeling pretty weak. You open your eyes and everything seems so different.

“Ah look around love. Look around this world with your new vampire eyes.” He says as he moves off of you and lays beside you.



Suddenly you feel a sharp pain go thru your body. You cry out and again can’t breathe. You look over at him your eyes wide open.



“Its okay love. You body is just going thru some um ...adjustments for lack of a better word. The pain will pass soon.” He tells you as he caresses your cheek.



“I feel so tired.” You say.



“You’ve been thru a lot tonight. We’ll have to get you dressed though. The night is growing short and we’ll have to be getting home. “ He says as he slowly climbs out of bed.



“Home?” You ask.



“Well you didn’t think you could stay here did you?” He stated.



‘I didn’t even think of that. Have to go somewhere that has coffins.” You reply as you start to climb out of bed.



“No love I would never put you in a coffin. I spent too many years locked away in one and I can not stand them now. There is no way on earth I would ever condemn you to a coffin for even one night. I do have a nice little place though. You’ll like it I’m sure.” He says looking around your bedroom.



You feel horrible. You’re tired and groggy. Things still haven’t sunk in yet. You stand up and have to promptly sit back down on the bed. He starts dressing himself. He seems to dress rather quickly and then comes over to your side of the bed. He kneels down and kisses you once again.



“Okay now come on my dark angel. We just have to get you dressed. “ He says looking into your eyes.



“I just need a minute. I’m a little light headed. It’s too bad you pretty much ruined this dressing gown. Or we wouldn’t have to worry about this. “ You reply.



“It’s because you haven’t fed yet. I’ve given you enough to keep you alive but you need to feed to start gaining your strength. I don’t think we have much time though. As I said, the night is growing short. As for the dressing gown I can always get you another. You’ll have everything and anything your little heart desires.” He says as he straightens up and heads over to your closet.



He pulls out a black leather dress and walks over towards you. He places the dress on the bed and slowly helps you to your feet. You still feel unsteady and lean against him for support. He picks up the dress and pulls it over your head. He reaches behind you and zips it up. He’s so close like he’s afraid to leave you alone even just for a few seconds. You move to sit down on the bed.



“Are you okay?” He asks with actual concern in his voice.



“I think I’m okay. I don’t feel as bad as I did a few minutes ago. I just need to put my boots on and then we can go wherever.” You say pulling your boots on



“So you’re okay with this now?” He inquired.



“Well I don’t think I have much choice do I.” You reply with a hiss, showing your fangs to him.



He looks down at the ground not knowing exactly what to say. You’re not sure how to approach him so you slowly stand up and walk over to him. You tilt your head so you can look him in the eyes. You caress his cheek softly and slowly kiss him on the lips. He wraps his arms around you and you feel your self being lifted off the floor. You rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you float out the patio doors and over the rooftops of New Orleans.