Moonlit River
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
888
Reviews:
3
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.
Ballroom Evening
Chapter 3: Ballroom Evening
His hands lifted to the brim of his top hat and he smiled at himself in the mirror. His eyes soothed to a soft sea green at his command. His black hair lay braided against his back and the red ribbon trailed gently to his waist in a graceful bow, just barely longer than his hair. He pulled gently on the elegant pin striped jacket of his suit and then brushed out of the room a smug grin on his face, the mirror vanishing into a wisp of smoke.
~~~~
She stood in the mirror looking at herself, and she admired the beautiful red dress that wrapped tightly around her. It matched the lovely ruby in her necklace. She caressed it gently with the finger of her white gloved hand. Her eyes lifted to meet the mirrored reflection of them. The blue contrasted beautifully with her hair, but didn\'t quite blend with her dress. She pursed her lips in quiet thought. She shook her head gently, her long hair draping over her shoulders casually. She pressed her hands to her temples. \'Get him out of your head you stupid, stupid woman.\'
~~~~
She smiled as the orchestra music played in the background, her father standing before her welcoming guests into the lovely ballroom that centered her home\'s west wing. \"Lord Aramé, this is my lovely daughter Damascre.” She smiled and curtsied to the older gentlemen, his tweed coat nicely fitting his covered belly. Her lips remained in the trained smile for the rest of the guests as her father continued to introduce her.
She left her father as the last guest entered, and the doors were shut and the announcers left their posts to turn to their other jobs. She went to the side table and sat down for a moment resting her feet. She sighed, leaning back into the soft booth of the table. Her eyes closed and she sighed.
A hand gently tapped her on the shoulder, her friend Harold from the stables smiled at her, giving her a warm gesture of greeting. “My dear lady,” he formally bowed to her, “would you please honor me with a dance.” He looked up from under his brow and motioned her to follow him. They moved gently out onto the floor, a beautiful waltz lilting into the air. She smiled at him as they glided gently over the floor. “You look distracted my dear.” She blinked at him in surprise.
“Now, Harold, what do you mean?” He shook his head and smiled.
“Nothing at all my dear, nothing at all.”
They drifted a moment and she looked at his face with a friendly smile, she had never thought of him as anything more. She sighed; she knew he wasn’t the same.
His eyes shifted gently to the floor and then up again, “You stepped on my foot, you must be thinking about something important.” He laughed and smiled up at her.
She laughed uneasily, “I’m sorry, it’s just that, I don’t know if I can dance with you tonight Harold. I’m sorry.” She turned and made a quick pace towards the door, leaving him standing alone on the floor rather abruptly stunned.
Her dress flowed behind her and she stood out on the balcony, the moonlight playing over her skin like silver. The red of her dress dimmed a little and the ruby played up into its natural beauty. Her hand dropped to it and she looked out over the edge of the balcony, a distant look coming over her.
“Good evening my dear angel.”
She jumped. The cooing voice of the lilting stranger came towards her on the breath of the wind. She turned quickly and saw him, leaning against the marble wall.
“My name is Damascre; please stop calling me that, demon.”
“Darling angel, I’m quite aware of your name, your father must have said it a thousand times tonight.” His eyes drifted over her, her brilliant eyes flashing at him in quick mysterious curiosity. “You look lovely.”
She gasped as he stood behind her a moment later, his hands brushing up onto her skin and against her shoulders. One hand drifted to her collarbone and her hand holding tightly to her necklace unaware of its own presence, he slid his fingers over it swiftly and calmly, encasing her hand in his own. He could feel her warmth and her heartbeat quicken under his steady hands. He brushed his lips against her ear, warmth creeping into her cheeks.
She took a quick exasperated breath. She could smell the peppermint and his body was again flush against her own but this time, she was completely clothed and the feeling was a little less direct. She blushed remembering his body against her own, and the way his lips had taken hers in a demanding grip.
He smiled and nibbled at the top of her ear, moving gently towards the lobe and then to her neck, her head falling gently back onto his shoulder as his lips formed a burning line down to her throat. He felt her heartbeat quicken more than before and he kissed it softly and fully. Her hands, one clasped tightly to the rail of the balcony and the other around her necklace were softening quickly and he could feel her resistance weakening.
“Damascre…” His voice slid into her and she felt the fire course its’ way through her veins, igniting the flames deep within her body. She clenched her teeth as she felt him pull at her body and then his fangs sink deep into her throat, she couldn’t scream, she was in a moment of agony, and then, a beautiful bliss flew through her, a beautiful feeling of warmth and love and reassurance, and then she was facing him, his lips having left her throat, leaving her feeling warm all over, and slightly used.
He looked deep into her eyes and she felt herself drifting into his own. Her alarms signaled in her mind and she suddenly realized the taint of a demon within her reaches. “Vampire…” She backed up suddenly and without realizing toppled over the edge of the balcony, a scream erupting from her lips. She saw his startled expression and his fear as she fell.
She saw the ground coming closer, imminent peril before her, and then, a strange sensation, one which she had only felt in her dreams pulsed in her. Two pristine white wings slid from her back, expanding and contracting, lifting her high into the air.
She gasped and saw him smiling beneath her, looking up at her as she flew through the night. She flew from her home quickly as she saw people begin to emerge from the ballroom to find the source of the scream; Harold among them. She watched as her vampire demon, leaped from the balcony as well, his jacket sliding from his shoulders and his leathery wings ripping his shirt apart through the back, attempting to reach her and fly beside her.
She took off quickly and silently, her wings knowing better than she how to control themselves. They rode the air currents and the wind rippled over her streamlined body. The white feathers lay against one another forming a beautiful pattern in her wings as she dipped and crossed the sky, attempting to drop to the ground. He had been gaining.
She lightly touched the ground, and began to run, her wings, a burden to her, as they weighed more than she could have suspected. At her momentary discomfort, they retracted, darting back from her vision, and into her shoulder blades.
He closed on her from afar, watching her find her way through the trees, darting in and out. \'She\'ll be mine soon enough.\' His pace quickened and he gained on her.
His hands lifted to the brim of his top hat and he smiled at himself in the mirror. His eyes soothed to a soft sea green at his command. His black hair lay braided against his back and the red ribbon trailed gently to his waist in a graceful bow, just barely longer than his hair. He pulled gently on the elegant pin striped jacket of his suit and then brushed out of the room a smug grin on his face, the mirror vanishing into a wisp of smoke.
~~~~
She stood in the mirror looking at herself, and she admired the beautiful red dress that wrapped tightly around her. It matched the lovely ruby in her necklace. She caressed it gently with the finger of her white gloved hand. Her eyes lifted to meet the mirrored reflection of them. The blue contrasted beautifully with her hair, but didn\'t quite blend with her dress. She pursed her lips in quiet thought. She shook her head gently, her long hair draping over her shoulders casually. She pressed her hands to her temples. \'Get him out of your head you stupid, stupid woman.\'
~~~~
She smiled as the orchestra music played in the background, her father standing before her welcoming guests into the lovely ballroom that centered her home\'s west wing. \"Lord Aramé, this is my lovely daughter Damascre.” She smiled and curtsied to the older gentlemen, his tweed coat nicely fitting his covered belly. Her lips remained in the trained smile for the rest of the guests as her father continued to introduce her.
She left her father as the last guest entered, and the doors were shut and the announcers left their posts to turn to their other jobs. She went to the side table and sat down for a moment resting her feet. She sighed, leaning back into the soft booth of the table. Her eyes closed and she sighed.
A hand gently tapped her on the shoulder, her friend Harold from the stables smiled at her, giving her a warm gesture of greeting. “My dear lady,” he formally bowed to her, “would you please honor me with a dance.” He looked up from under his brow and motioned her to follow him. They moved gently out onto the floor, a beautiful waltz lilting into the air. She smiled at him as they glided gently over the floor. “You look distracted my dear.” She blinked at him in surprise.
“Now, Harold, what do you mean?” He shook his head and smiled.
“Nothing at all my dear, nothing at all.”
They drifted a moment and she looked at his face with a friendly smile, she had never thought of him as anything more. She sighed; she knew he wasn’t the same.
His eyes shifted gently to the floor and then up again, “You stepped on my foot, you must be thinking about something important.” He laughed and smiled up at her.
She laughed uneasily, “I’m sorry, it’s just that, I don’t know if I can dance with you tonight Harold. I’m sorry.” She turned and made a quick pace towards the door, leaving him standing alone on the floor rather abruptly stunned.
Her dress flowed behind her and she stood out on the balcony, the moonlight playing over her skin like silver. The red of her dress dimmed a little and the ruby played up into its natural beauty. Her hand dropped to it and she looked out over the edge of the balcony, a distant look coming over her.
“Good evening my dear angel.”
She jumped. The cooing voice of the lilting stranger came towards her on the breath of the wind. She turned quickly and saw him, leaning against the marble wall.
“My name is Damascre; please stop calling me that, demon.”
“Darling angel, I’m quite aware of your name, your father must have said it a thousand times tonight.” His eyes drifted over her, her brilliant eyes flashing at him in quick mysterious curiosity. “You look lovely.”
She gasped as he stood behind her a moment later, his hands brushing up onto her skin and against her shoulders. One hand drifted to her collarbone and her hand holding tightly to her necklace unaware of its own presence, he slid his fingers over it swiftly and calmly, encasing her hand in his own. He could feel her warmth and her heartbeat quicken under his steady hands. He brushed his lips against her ear, warmth creeping into her cheeks.
She took a quick exasperated breath. She could smell the peppermint and his body was again flush against her own but this time, she was completely clothed and the feeling was a little less direct. She blushed remembering his body against her own, and the way his lips had taken hers in a demanding grip.
He smiled and nibbled at the top of her ear, moving gently towards the lobe and then to her neck, her head falling gently back onto his shoulder as his lips formed a burning line down to her throat. He felt her heartbeat quicken more than before and he kissed it softly and fully. Her hands, one clasped tightly to the rail of the balcony and the other around her necklace were softening quickly and he could feel her resistance weakening.
“Damascre…” His voice slid into her and she felt the fire course its’ way through her veins, igniting the flames deep within her body. She clenched her teeth as she felt him pull at her body and then his fangs sink deep into her throat, she couldn’t scream, she was in a moment of agony, and then, a beautiful bliss flew through her, a beautiful feeling of warmth and love and reassurance, and then she was facing him, his lips having left her throat, leaving her feeling warm all over, and slightly used.
He looked deep into her eyes and she felt herself drifting into his own. Her alarms signaled in her mind and she suddenly realized the taint of a demon within her reaches. “Vampire…” She backed up suddenly and without realizing toppled over the edge of the balcony, a scream erupting from her lips. She saw his startled expression and his fear as she fell.
She saw the ground coming closer, imminent peril before her, and then, a strange sensation, one which she had only felt in her dreams pulsed in her. Two pristine white wings slid from her back, expanding and contracting, lifting her high into the air.
She gasped and saw him smiling beneath her, looking up at her as she flew through the night. She flew from her home quickly as she saw people begin to emerge from the ballroom to find the source of the scream; Harold among them. She watched as her vampire demon, leaped from the balcony as well, his jacket sliding from his shoulders and his leathery wings ripping his shirt apart through the back, attempting to reach her and fly beside her.
She took off quickly and silently, her wings knowing better than she how to control themselves. They rode the air currents and the wind rippled over her streamlined body. The white feathers lay against one another forming a beautiful pattern in her wings as she dipped and crossed the sky, attempting to drop to the ground. He had been gaining.
She lightly touched the ground, and began to run, her wings, a burden to her, as they weighed more than she could have suspected. At her momentary discomfort, they retracted, darting back from her vision, and into her shoulder blades.
He closed on her from afar, watching her find her way through the trees, darting in and out. \'She\'ll be mine soon enough.\' His pace quickened and he gained on her.