Endless Midnight

Disclaimer: The story and characters written here are original and belong to me
Description: Alexia has captured the attention and affection of a vampire and her life expectancy will surely change dramatically...

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The transition from one life to another is and will always be the greatest mystery plaguing man. But what if someone could describe it to you? Wrap you up in a story of death and life. Make you feel as if you’ve died, make you feel alive? Would that not be worth something? Will you welcome this dark angel in? I share with you here my story then… and later you may hate me, you may love me, you may go hoarse screaming to know more. Powerful in life, greatly more so in death, this venture should prove…enlightening, for all. Come…

I should have known something was very wrong that night, but a false sense of security had somehow fallen around me and everything became clear far too late. I could tell Sebastian had something planned for me by the dark glint in his eyes, which should have sent warnings shooting through me from the start, a vampire with a plan....for me. Instead I felt heat shoot through my body, speeding my pulse and sending my mind racing, in no way resembling fear.

As I mingled at the grand party that we were attending that night all thoughts were on him and the possibilities of time alone together. Ah, how could I not have seen what was practically screaming in my face?

The party had begun at sunset, and no matter where I stood among the throngs of people, I could feel his attention on me, and I smiled at his overprotective nature of me. I would catch glimpses of him now and then, never in one place too long, for fear of too much attention. He finally joined me when a drunken party-goer got a little to touchy, nearly breaking the man’s arm in the process. I saw the instant anger that rose in him in that moment, he nearly shook with it...and still the alarms in my usually intuitive soul were silent.

He took my hand silently and led me to an empty corner of the vast garden, enfolding me in his so strong arms and taking to the skies, having not spoken a single word. We reached the manor in moments and for a moment he just held me to him, when I looked up into his eyes he caught my lips with his. His kiss was long and deep, leaving me breathless. In an instant he was gone, completely unseen, leaving the thought "upstairs, now" firmly in my mind. In my current state deeper looks into the meaning of this odd behavior was a hardly possible, curse whatever the higher power for the effect he had on my body.

I strode through the house and up the stairs with out a glance left or right, eager for the night to really begin. My body still thrummed with the power of his kiss, like someone had struck a chord deep in my soul, sending pulses of warmth through me. I took my high heels off in the bedroom and let my feet sink comfortably into the thick carpet, closing my eyes for a moment I let my body relax. A sound from the open balcony windows spun me around, my heart thudding at the surprise of it.

There he stood, the man of my dreams, the one I had finally given all of me to. To late the absurdity of it all caught up with me, a centuries old vampire and I... I remembered clearly our first meeting...an old enemy had finally caught up with me and my salvation had come in the form of a tall god-like man. I had never feared him, part of the attraction I suppose, and I was his from nearly that moment on.

Now I stood in the center of a lovely, ornate bedroom, watching like a deer in the headlights as the big bad wolf stalked my way. All of that violence contained in such beauty, who could help but stare? The look of hunger in his eyes understood to late. He caught me around the waist with one arm, pulling me off of my feet and into such a deep kiss, his other hand at the back of my head. He pressed me to him, as if through a kiss he would climb through me. Everything suddenly clicked into place at once, the attention, the silence, the kisses... but he had me trapped to him, nothing I could ever do would have loosened his hold. Before I could even panic I felt the sting of his teeth in my neck, I gasped, closing my eyes. With every nerve in me I felt his need, I felt him drawing the life out of me. A kind of pleasure that bordered on pain filled me even as darkness began to eat at the edges of my vision and yet I still did not panic. I whispered, “Sebastian”. Our hearts beat as one and I sank finally into the blackness...but I did not die, oh to heaven I pray that I had!

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I came back to consciousness slowly, as if being pulled in from a thick fog. First came sight, though fuzzy around the edges, next came sound, he was whispering to me something about love, about eternity, last came feeling, my body tingling with the loss of blood, knowing that he held me still, arms tight around me. He had carried me to the bed, he held me, called me back to consciousness.

My head rested on his shoulder, all of my upper body pressed to him as be whispered intangible words softly, his lips pressed to my hair. I knew then that I was dying, felt the frantic attempts my heart was making to keep beating. Had I been able to feel, fear would have surely sent me screaming.

He leaned me back to stare into my eyes from inches away and I lay helpless, knowing that he had no intention of killing me. In that single moment I saw such emotions from him, deep in his eyes, as I had never seen him reveal. Fierce love, need, sorrow, loneliness, a touch of uncertainty..... and finally cold determination settled over his face.

His mind called to mine, telling me to be strong for him to hold on for him, to will myself to keep living. Almost in slow motion I watched helplessly as he raised his hand to his neck, making a deep cut with his fingernail. My mind and soul screamed in resistance as he moved my head towards the blood, but I could do nothing, I had no strength to resist him and when I tasted the thick honey-like blood I was truly lost.

My mouth closed around the wound and an electric bolt seemed to shoot through my body, from head to toes, as images began to assault me. Countless unknown faces danced through my mind, laughing, crying, screaming, moaning....they whirled faster and faster, places, events and things I could not put words to swirled through my mind as his blood poured into me.

I felt his body tense up, a hiss escaping from him, as he held my head in place urging me to take more.... be strong, be strong, be strong my Alexia.... were the only words that floated through the images. I do not know how long I drank, it seemed an eternity, but finally I could take no more. All of my senses were now in hyper focus, the lights of the room growing far too bright for my eyes. I pulled back from him with a new found strength, the world exploded into color and light, and unconsciousness swallowed me whole...