Cursed Truth, Shining Silk
Here it is, loves! THE END! I had planned on letting it continue, but right now, it just seemed a fitting end. Comments, as always, are appreciated. Merci!
Cursed Truth, Shining Silk
Part 7, El fin
The only sound in the room was that of my fork, scraping across the china plate before me. I pushed the food around on it, my mind in a million directions.
"And to think I trusted you'd enjoy dinner," he said as he walked up, easing himself boneless into the chair beside me. For some reason, his emergence did not startle me. Perhaps I was already to frightened for words or even reactions.
I turned and looked at him, my breath catching in my throat. His face was warmed from the life he had just taken and every part of him took on a new magic. "Sir..." I whispered, then shook my head, remembering just where I was. "The meal is wonderful, but I seem to have lost my appetite," I said politely, my eyes still moving over him.
He started to smile, but then it was gone, so briefly there that I had nearly convinced myself I had imagined it all. "You seem more at ease than when I left you, mademoiselle," he said, looking over me, causing me to shiver involuntarily once again under his stare.
"Perhaps it was the wine," I said, motioning toward the nearly empty glass sitting by my plate. "It does have a very calming effect...."
"Yes, the wine...Of course," he said, his words trailing off as if he meant to say more.
"Or perhaps it is that I am slowly growing used to my Vampire host and his home in such a short time," I said softly and saw his eyes sparkle.
"Perhaps...."
I turned to face him, crossing my legs with a smile. I rests my hands on my knees and looked at him. His eyes traveled over me again, lingering at my neck and chest that no longer heaved. When he finally met my eyes, he dropped his gaze immediately.
"Forgive me," he mumbled.
Reaching out, I lifted his chin with my fingers, smiling at the surprised look on his face as I shook my head. "No...Forgiveness would mean you had done wrong...."
"I've done nothing wrong?" he asked in a whisper, taking my hand and slowly kissing the palm as his eyes searched mind.
I shook my head, watching him as I brought my other hand up, running it through his thick, fair hair, watching as it wrapped around my fingers. His lips moved lower, pressing against my wrist and I felt the faintest brush of his fangs against my skin. I shuddered, letting out a shaking breath as I watched his mouth move expertly over my skin, his tongue caressing where his lips had failed to touch. Languidly, he slid from his chair and knelt in front of me on the floor. Our difference in height as he normally towered over me seemed meant for this moment as his soft, cool lips found the heated skin of my neck. He followed the curve of my neck, kissing my jaw softly, nipping it gently with his teeth before moving back to my neck, as if one taste was not enough. Each time his teeth grazed my neck, I shivered, the feelings growing more intense. As he repeated his sweet torture on my skin, a soft moan escaped from my lips, surprising me, but seeming to delight him as he opened his mouth wider over my skin, sucking tenderly, as if he were drinking from me. His arms came around my waist, pulling my body against his as my hands found way into his hair once again. With each passing moment, I gripped his hair, my head falling against his as my eyes slipped shut in ecstasy.
"Coran..." he whispered against my skin, his voice bringing my from the state of contentment his lips had rocketed me in to.
"What?"
"My name....it's Coran...." he whispered again, running his hands slowly up my back, pressing me further against him and I shuddered in response.
"Crescent moon," I mumbled, turning my head and pressing my face into his hair. "An Irish vampire..."
I felt his lips curve into a smile against me as he pierced my skin, fangs singing deeply into my neck, so far that I swore he had grazed my very soul. I cried out, gripping his hair and pulling on it as he began to drink from me, drawing my life from me as he held me in his firm embrace.
I remember nothing before that night when his eloquent prose graced my screen, calling to me, and I remember everything after it; every year that passed and every century that dawned. And so the vampire got his bride and I...well, I got my story. If you'll excuse me, Coran calls for me and I can never find it in my heart to deny him.
Cursed Truth, Shining Silk
Part 7, El fin
The only sound in the room was that of my fork, scraping across the china plate before me. I pushed the food around on it, my mind in a million directions.
"And to think I trusted you'd enjoy dinner," he said as he walked up, easing himself boneless into the chair beside me. For some reason, his emergence did not startle me. Perhaps I was already to frightened for words or even reactions.
I turned and looked at him, my breath catching in my throat. His face was warmed from the life he had just taken and every part of him took on a new magic. "Sir..." I whispered, then shook my head, remembering just where I was. "The meal is wonderful, but I seem to have lost my appetite," I said politely, my eyes still moving over him.
He started to smile, but then it was gone, so briefly there that I had nearly convinced myself I had imagined it all. "You seem more at ease than when I left you, mademoiselle," he said, looking over me, causing me to shiver involuntarily once again under his stare.
"Perhaps it was the wine," I said, motioning toward the nearly empty glass sitting by my plate. "It does have a very calming effect...."
"Yes, the wine...Of course," he said, his words trailing off as if he meant to say more.
"Or perhaps it is that I am slowly growing used to my Vampire host and his home in such a short time," I said softly and saw his eyes sparkle.
"Perhaps...."
I turned to face him, crossing my legs with a smile. I rests my hands on my knees and looked at him. His eyes traveled over me again, lingering at my neck and chest that no longer heaved. When he finally met my eyes, he dropped his gaze immediately.
"Forgive me," he mumbled.
Reaching out, I lifted his chin with my fingers, smiling at the surprised look on his face as I shook my head. "No...Forgiveness would mean you had done wrong...."
"I've done nothing wrong?" he asked in a whisper, taking my hand and slowly kissing the palm as his eyes searched mind.
I shook my head, watching him as I brought my other hand up, running it through his thick, fair hair, watching as it wrapped around my fingers. His lips moved lower, pressing against my wrist and I felt the faintest brush of his fangs against my skin. I shuddered, letting out a shaking breath as I watched his mouth move expertly over my skin, his tongue caressing where his lips had failed to touch. Languidly, he slid from his chair and knelt in front of me on the floor. Our difference in height as he normally towered over me seemed meant for this moment as his soft, cool lips found the heated skin of my neck. He followed the curve of my neck, kissing my jaw softly, nipping it gently with his teeth before moving back to my neck, as if one taste was not enough. Each time his teeth grazed my neck, I shivered, the feelings growing more intense. As he repeated his sweet torture on my skin, a soft moan escaped from my lips, surprising me, but seeming to delight him as he opened his mouth wider over my skin, sucking tenderly, as if he were drinking from me. His arms came around my waist, pulling my body against his as my hands found way into his hair once again. With each passing moment, I gripped his hair, my head falling against his as my eyes slipped shut in ecstasy.
"Coran..." he whispered against my skin, his voice bringing my from the state of contentment his lips had rocketed me in to.
"What?"
"My name....it's Coran...." he whispered again, running his hands slowly up my back, pressing me further against him and I shuddered in response.
"Crescent moon," I mumbled, turning my head and pressing my face into his hair. "An Irish vampire..."
I felt his lips curve into a smile against me as he pierced my skin, fangs singing deeply into my neck, so far that I swore he had grazed my very soul. I cried out, gripping his hair and pulling on it as he began to drink from me, drawing my life from me as he held me in his firm embrace.
I remember nothing before that night when his eloquent prose graced my screen, calling to me, and I remember everything after it; every year that passed and every century that dawned. And so the vampire got his bride and I...well, I got my story. If you'll excuse me, Coran calls for me and I can never find it in my heart to deny him.