I was Elizabeth

Hey guys, sorry about taking so long to update this. I had one hectic holiday and my family was here, so I couldn’t find a spare moment to type out what I have written. Yes, that is right, I said type out what I have written. I actually have this thing about writing with a dip pen in a silk journal first. It just seems to put me in the writing mood.

Anyways…if you can’t tell I have a mind that is more twisted than most. What can I say? I am a writer. A writer that has plucked these ideas out of my own little head and put them here for you all to enjoy. So, no being sneaky-sneaky! Plus I would like to add that this is just a little something I am throwing together, so I have not had time to do ALL of the research.

Also I would like to thank every one who has taken the time to read this. The last time I checked it was close to three hundred hits. I like those kinds of numbers! Oddly enough, however, I only have nine reviews. Hmmmm…does that seem odd to anyone else? LoL

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Anyway…How about simply giving you guys the chapter now? I bet you would like that! TO BAD! I am just going to keep rambling on like this…J/K


Chapter 5: Close Proximity

The first fiery rays of daylight broke through the leaded pane rousing me from my slumber. I had no recollection of the events of the night before. I remained blissfully unaware of my transgression as I stretched my loosened muscles. In fact I thought of how well rested my body felt and how clear my mind was all while listening to the morning lark sing. I dressed myself in peace and even hummed a slow waltz as I combed my hair. It was not until I stood at my basin, a handful of water ready to cleanse the sleep from my face, that I remembered what I had done.

It was as if my reflected eyes reached out from the glassy pool and chocked me with their accusing gleam. For as I caught sight of my mirrored face, riddled with blushing guilt, that the torrent of memories burst forth in my mind. I realized that the shinning eyes and swollen lips were not the image of a women well rested, but of a women well used.


The images burned hot in my mind unlocking a plethora of emotions. I felt shame for my emotions and fear for being found out. All the while my heart screamed out its hurt and it jealousy that Dorian would bring a woman to his bed. Though I attempted to bury my anger toward the hooker and the affections that he had shown her. I tried to ignore the agony I felt that it was not I that held his attentions. But no matter what I did those emotions remained and I felt my mind fog over with distress.

That was how I felt when I left my room; so full of emotion that I was numb. My mind was so busy replaying the night that it failed to think about where my feet carried me.

It has always been my routine to wake, dress, and then eat. So it was out of habit that I traveled blindly to the breakfast table in my sunroom. It was there that Dorian sat. Darkened glasses shielded his eyes and his hair held secure under a gray hat. A matching shade to his fine cut Italian suit, which was obviously crafted by the finest tailors and made from the finest satin.


My heart slammed into my chest as my eyes beheld the masterpiece before me. My feet fluttered in its step while my lungs refused to draw breath. I knew not whether to proceed or simply turn in my track. But my decision was made for me as Dorian began to speak.

“My Sweet Elizabeth,” he spoke, the soft tone jingling in my ears, “how happy I am to see you this morning. I feel we have a few matters of business to discuss.”

“Dorian,” I whispered as I pushed myself to take a seat, “I am…surprised to see you.”

“Why on earth would you be surprised by my appearance this morning? I do live here after all!”

“I…Uh…” I froze, what was I to say, ‘Well I heard you screwing a whore last night while I pleasured myself’? But, evidently words were not needed for me to reply for Doran took on look and me and flashed a devious smile.

“So then the floor truly is as thin as I feared. I should have known upon looking at them, and it seems last night only proved my initial fears to be correct.”

“Well…I…You see I…” I stuttered out incoherently, my hands flailing around in silent vexation.

“You heard everything, I can tell by your open mouth, slacking lips, and rapidly disappearing eyebrows.” Here he paused to let out an unbecoming chuckle.

“Only…Well what I hear was…I did not…”

“But I trust you to be understanding and keep my dirty little secret.” he continued on as if I had never spoken. “Besides I believe I have one of your own. So let us make a pact, you stay quiet and so will I.”

Here he paused, allowing my shocked silence to prove truthful his accusation. Even if he had not heard me my face was guilty enough to assure him.

“Yes Elizabeth, I know what you did. I could hear your moans in my ears and smell you arousal through the floor.” He leaned back again as he finished his line, his face was as casual as if he were simply talking about the weather. I just simply stared at him, utterly silent, as I tried to swallow the dry lump that had formed in my throat.

“Now, I was wondering if I could ask you something?” I just numbly nodded my head, “Have you had the chance to make out that itemized list you and Antonio talked about?”

From that point on the embarrassing subject was dropped. We carried on with pleasant small talk and tenant agreements. But I never forgot what he said and I often allowed his words to filter through my mind. He could ‘smell my arousal’?

The hours blended into days and Dorian and me grew closer. I came to trust him explicitly, and no longer fought against my growing attraction. I was deep in “lust” with Dorian, but my physical ardor was not enough to some of his odder characteristics.

For one Dorian was hardly ever seen before sundown and the times one did see him in daylight he wore a hat and donned his dark glasses. Not to mention the unsettling coldness I felt if I brushed his skin. He also had the most disconcerting habit of knowing exactly what one thought and felt. Often times he knew even before the person thinking of feeling them did. His teeth eve had an unusual appearance!

I had seen them once in the library as he laughed about something I had said. They gleamed with extraordinary whiteness, which called notice to their unusual length. One could venture to say that Dorian had fangs. Yet, instead of feeling repulsed by his likeness to the mythical vampire, I found myself more intrigued by his mysteries.

To anyone else all of these things would have seemed more that out of the ordinary; but to me they were utterly endearing to me. Each new quirk that I discovered served only to heighten my desires. That was until he approached me in my garden; it was then that my lust turned into something far greater.

“My sweet Elizabeth,” he began as I took in the sweet scent of the lilacs. “Why are you up strolling about at this late hour?”

“ I could not sleep, I thought a walk thru the garden would soothe my nerves. What about you? Are you trying to seek me out for business reasons?” I teased good-naturedly.

“No, no. I have no business now.”

“I am shocked! The great Dorian has no financial undertaking to supervise or some art to buy or trade?” I quipped and he merely chuckled, as of late my familiarity with him led me to be easier in his company. I found myself teasing him and cracking jokes that were not acceptable in high society.

“You are nervous about something?” He queried as he came to my side.

“What?”

“Before, when I asked you why you were out so late you said that you hoped a stroll about the garden would ‘soothe your nerves’.”

“Well not so much as nervous as frightened.” I confessed, “I still feel so unprotected in my room alone.”

“Unprotected?”

“I guess I miss having a man close to me as I sleep.” I explained casually, I knew Dorian wouldn’t take it as something else. “There is something about having a man at my side. It relaxes me, and I feel protected.”

“So you miss Gregory?” Dorian asked; the hurt was apparent in his voice and something deep within me clenched at the tone.

“Gregory, No I do not miss him. I just miss the protection his presence offered me.”

“Does my company not quiet your worries?”

“Of course Dorian!” I replied hastily, I didn’t want him to feel slighted by my words. “Your being there mean a great deal to me. If you hadn’t moved in I would be lost, or stuck with a complete stranger. It is just, well, you’re not at my side as I sleep. I no longer wake up in a shielding embrace, though I have to admit Gregory’s embraces were hardly the most protective.” I giggled here, a small feminine one that I thought sounded odd. But Dorian did not take notice, nor did he respond.

We walked about in companionable silence for sometime. Each one of us would stop periodically to caress a vivid petal or inhale the sweet nectar of the roses. I had thought our talk was long over, that Dorian had come to understand the reason for my nervousness. Which, at this point, had faded from my heart and mind. Indeed I was so relaxed that I turned to say goodnight to Dorian. I was, however, interrupted by his sudden truth.

“My sweet Elizabeth,” he said taking my small face into his large, cold hands, “you need only come to me and I will surround you. I will embrace you in a way you have never before been held. I will absorb you wants and make them my own. I will satiate your every need and desire, all while stoking your fires.”

“Dorian…I…”

“Shhhhh” he whispered his finger sliding across my lips, “Come to me when you are ready. I will be waiting for you.”