Siren Song (She Sang To Him) - Chapter One - She Called To Me!
Title: Siren Song (She Sang To Him)
Chapter: One - She Called To Me
Pairings: Angela/Edward - ????Bella/Edward????
Rating: Mature - Maybe Later
Notes: SMeyer created these characters, I've just borrowed and added to.
Summary: Angela and Edward have been seeing each other secretly for some time. Things are great, until Bella Swan comes into the picture. Will Angela fight for Edward, or will she bow out defeated?
Another Monday, just like all the others that I’d feigned to live through, but now I had a reason to keep up my facade, other than the necessary reason of my families safety, the one that mattered most and kept me surviving each day was knowing that I had Angela. Today, I was taking her to the meadow and I was going to teach her to waltz. The only thing I had requested was that she wear a black dress, but I had to compromise when she told me it would be very difficult to walk in heals there.
I smiled to myself, at the thought of how beautiful she would look standing there in the shadows of the trees amongst the wild green ferns, then how she would look as we stepped into the meadow as the wild flowers would become her dance floor.
Fortunately, the afternoon had turned cloudy, or else I would have had to change our plans because she can’t see me in the sunlight, not yet anyway. Angela knew some things about me, but she didn’t know my deepest, darkest secret, the one thing that I wanted to keep hidden from her as long as I could.
There were so many times I wished she would let me put my arm around her at school and let everyone see how happy she had made me, how happy she was, even if it had only been a few months since our relationship started, I already needed her more than she knew. She meant everything to me. She had pulled me from one of the darkest places in my life and given me hope.
But, I knew what she would have to face every day, if I did that, so I waited. We only had one more year of school, then we had talked about maybe going away together to college. It would be different then, and she wouldn’t have to deal with the small town attitudes, looks, and stares. I didn’t want her to have to go through that because of me, so for now, I respected her wishes.
The morning passed quickly, and I caught a few glimpses of Angela going to her different classes. I knew she was as excited about this afternoon as I was and we couldn’t wait for school to be over. The five of us, my family and I, were just walking into the cafeteria, when I caught the scent or fragrance, if you will, of something new, of someone new.
We all filed in and walked toward our usual spot at the table on the far side of the room. Taking our seats, we pretended to eat bits from the food props before us, but I was concentrating, listening to the conversation at Angela’s table for this is where the new person was sitting.
I caught Angela’s eyes following my gaze, as I looked up to see the girl, with long brown hair, sitting there, occasionally peeking over her shoulder at me. I was apparently the subject of the moment and I smiled as Jessica told the new girl not to waste her time on me because apparently no one was good enough for me at this school.
Angela seemed curious as to what I was feeling from the other girls thoughts. So much so, she formed words of her own and directed them at me.
"Edward. What do you find so amusing?"
I looked away quickly and tried to compose myself, but it was difficult. The new girl, Bella, Bella Swan, was the cause of my trouble. I closed my eyes and breathed in, taking her fragrance deep inside of my chest, letting it burn me there. I had never experienced anything so wonderful in my life, rather in my existence. Her blood was calling to me, pulling me to her, and at that moment, that small niche in time, I would have given anything to have her in my arms as I drank from the source of the enticement.
I shook my head, trying to clear the horrid thoughts. Alice reached over and placed her hand on mine and I knew that she had seen what I wanted. We shared glances, she squeezed my hand and whispered for me to come with her, that I needed some fresh air.
I hesitantly agreed, because I had just taken in another breath of the sweetness, this one so deep and lingering that I could actually taste the warm, crimson, fluid in the back of my throat. The venom was secreting inside of my mouth and I began to rationalize that Alice was right, I needed to leave.
She held onto my arm, as she walked, placing herself in between me and this Bella, and pulled me with more strength than I knew the small framed girl had in her, until we were safely outside. I leaned against the wall of the school, and let the fresh air clear my thoughts, and cleanse my lungs, of the dangerous, yet delicious flavor.
"Edward. I don’t know what to say, except "no." You know this is wrong. What would Carlile think if he knew what you were wanting? What you were desiring?"she asked, in a disapproving tone.
"Alice. Please? I had no idea. I can’t help it if her blood is calling to me. I just came to school today just like any other. Ready to carry on my masquerade. I had no idea. But I can’t help feeling this way. The flavor, the aroma, her beauty," I said, leaning my head again against the wall and closing my eyes, hoping to recapture some of the flavor.
"Edward, I know it isn’t your fault. I caught her scent too, when she came in, but you have to fight it. You can’t let it consume you," she said, looking me square in the eyes, then she continued, "you’ve made it all these years without taking the blood of an innocent. You don’t want that on your conscience now? Do you?"
I knew she was right. And I wanted nothing more than to resist this new, tortures temptation, but I wasn’t sure that I could. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough.
"She is my singer. Her blood sings to me like the siren of the sea. I’ve heard Carlile talk of such things, but I thought it to only be a tale, until now," I whispered, eyes still closed.
I flinched as Alice placed her hand on my cheek, and opened my eyes to see her own filled with concern. She looked as though she was lost in thought and I knew she was seeing another vision. I only hoped this one was not as gruesome as the first.
"It will be okay, Edward. But you have to let Angela help you. She’s the only thing that can help pull you through this."
Angela. My dear Angela. I had been so wrapped up in my own desires that I had forgotten all about her. I focused immediately, needing to feel her thoughts and see what she thought of me. There, I’ve found her. She’s talking with Bella.
"Edward is a wonderful person. Not many people know that."
"How do you know that then?" Bella asked.
"We’re, um, friends," Angela replied.
She still thinks of me as wonderful, when she saw the way I was looking at Bella. How can she possibly? My thoughts trailed off as the bell rang and I pulled myself up off of the wall looking down at Alice.
"Are you going to be okay?" she asked.
"Yes, I believe so. I have to just make it through the day. Just a few more hours, then I can see Angela."
"That’s it. Edward, be strong. Be strong for Angela. She needs you as much as you need her."
Alice and I walked to our next classes, and I slid into my seat, hoping for a speedy end to the day. My thoughts raced between Angela and Bella for most of the class period. I was fortunate that the teacher didn’t call on me. I wasn’t sure I could have answered any questions coherently.
I made it through the rest of the school day, without seeing either Angela or Bella Swan again. I held my breath when walking through the hallway, just in case Bella had recently walked in the same path. I couldn’t chance inhaling that delicious fragrance again.
I hurried to my car, got in and sped away. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen this afternoon with Angela, but I couldn’t wait to see her and let her know how I felt about her. I went home to change clothes, then was back on the road to Angela’s house. I had told her I would pick her up around four o’clock.
As I pulled up in front of Angela’s house, I was feeling apprehensive about seeing her. I knew she was wondering what had happened today and I wanted to try and set things straight, if possible.
She walked out onto the porch, just as I opened my door. She looked even more beautiful than I had imagined. Her dress was black, with bows on the sleeves, and white trim. Her skin looked rich and smooth as the texture of the dress complimented her in every respect. And her tennis shoes matched perfectly.
I smiled at her, letting her know I approved of her attire, but I could tell she looked worried.
"Angela, you look absolutely stunning. You look so elegant with your hair pulled up like that."
I noticed her blush as I walked closer to the porch. She was still standing there, so I reached out and offered her my hand. She hesitantly took my hand, and I pulled her gently down to met me.
"So, are you not speaking to me today?" I asked.
"I am. But I’m a little confused about the things that happened today. Would you care to share anything with me?"
"Come. We can talk when we get to the meadow."
I helped her into my car, closed the door, and walked to the other side to get in. I knew she was watching me and was full of questions and concern.
As we drove the short distance to the meadow, I took Angela’s hand in mine. She placed her other hand on top of mine and I felt her warmth, the warmth that I needed. We came to a stop, as close as we could get to the meadow. I would have to carry her the rest of the way.
I got out of the car, walked around and opened her door. She took my hand, and I pulled her into my arms and looked into her chestnut eyes.
"Do you know how much you mean to me?" I whispered, softly against her skin.
"I thought I did. But now I’m not so sure. Can we talk now?"
"In the meadow," I replied, as I swept her off of her feet and carried her in my arms to the edge of the clearing.
I sat her down, still within the shadows of the trees. I wanted to see her emerge, just like I had imagined. And there she stood. I stepped back to see her silhouetted there. I moved into the clearing of the meadow, and held out my hand. She looked like an angel standing there, and I was the devil beaconing her.
"Angela, come to me," I called.
She walked with such grace and fair to where I stood, taking my hand. I again pulled her into my arms and wrapped her in my embrace. All thoughts of Bella were quickly replaced with what I was feeling now for the girl in my arms.
"Edward, I...."
I closed the distance between our lips and softly, gently, let mine rest upon hers. I felt her suck in a short breath, for this was the first time I’d ever kissed her. Oh, how I had wanted to so many times, but now, I felt like I had the control I needed, after what had happened today. So, I tasted her lips for the first time.
My hand trailed up her side, onto her shoulder, up the smooth skin of her neck then to the clasp that held her hair. I slowly pulled it from it’s resting place and let her long, dark hair cascade down her back. The mere action was so sensual, and I caught the scent of her hair as if fell on the breeze. I pulled away slowly from her lips and moved to her neck, where I gathered the silky strands of her hair in my hand and nestled them against her neck, as I took in the floral scent of her hair.
"Edward. Oh Edward. Why now? Why are you letting me be this close to you now? Does it have something to do with her? With Bella?"
"Angela, I’m sorry if you became concerned today. I just had some things I needed to deal with that’s all. I had things on my mind. I want to be with you. I l......"
"I saw the way you looked at her. I saw the way she was looking at you. I’m not a fool Edward."
Pulling back to look into her eyes, I knew I couldn’t lie to her, but I couldn’t tell her the truth either. Could I?
"Angela. Darling. There is still so much you don’t know about me, about who I really am," I said, with regret in my expression.
"Well try me. I’m here. I’m listening. Let me know you, this side of you that you’ve been hiding. I know there are things that are different about you. You don’t eat much; you just pick at your food. Your skin is pale and cool, yet I’m drawn to the feel like a moth to a flame. You’re strong, much stronger than any of the other boys I know. How else could you carry me through the woods? And your eyes change colors every few days from dark, almost black to an amber color and I know you don’t need corrective lenses, so it’s natural."
I looked into her eyes, reaching into her mind, feeling the words she’d not yet spoken. She was a clever young woman, she’d taken note of everything about me, and I realized that she did know more about me than I realized, much more than I wanted her to know. I was so lost in my probing of her beautiful mind that I didn’t feel the rays of sun on my skin, as they slipped out of the opening sky above.
Her eyes opened wide as the sun passed over my face. She took one of my hands in hers and turned it in different directions, like she was surveying a priceless jewel, looking at the different colors it made in the sun light.
"Edward, you’re beautiful," she said, as I let her go, pulling myself back into the shadows of the trees. I’d never intended on her seeing me like this, not now, maybe not ever.
I was angry with myself for what had happened today, for what I’d just allowed to happen. And she saw the look on my face, the look of horror. But she came to me regardless. She never hesitated, she walked right up to me and wrapped her arms around me as she whispered, "beautiful Edward. I said ‘beautiful’. I’m not going to push you to talk to me, I’m just going to say that I know you’re special, in more ways than one, but I’m not going anywhere. I want to be with you and I’m here when you get ready to talk to me."
How could she possibly still find me appealing? I’d just exposed my skin, the skin of a killer to her, but she still came to me. Her mind was calm, she was genuine in what she’d just said and all she wanted was to be with me. I truly didn’t deserve someone as caring and gently as Angela, but right then I needed her more than ever, I wanted her more than I should.
"Thank you, Angela. If, there were ever anyone I could share these things with, it would be you," I said, as I pulled her close again.
Running my hand through her soft hair, I pulled her face close to mine and softly kissed her lips. She moved her arms up from my waist and wrapped them around my neck clinging to me and I loved the way her body felt pressed to mine.
Consume me right here and now, you angel of light. Take me and make me a part of you, share with me your soul, so that I too might have a chance in this world, in this life. Those were the thoughts that raced through my mind as I caressed her lips softly, tenderly. I dared to let my tongue trace the fragile plane of her lips and I wanted to drown in her sweet, intoxicating sapidity.
A hushed moan escaped from her mouth and I captured her breath in my own. Then, I took full advantage of her parted lips and I wearily slipped in between them gaining access to her tongue and soft flesh that I found there, being careful not to linger too long, as my venom was beginning to flow once again.
She was entranced by the encounter, not because I was a vampire, but because she was a woman and I was a man and we were filled with desire and passion. I ran my hand over her shoulder and downward coming to rest in the small of her back. I pressed there, pushing her into me even closer and she again let out a small arouse sound that caused me tremble.
I was delighted beyond words that she was responding to me, not as my prey, but as a woman that wanted to be with me. She was making me feel more human at that moment, than I could ever remember feeling, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to live, live through her, and be revived by her touch.
Chapter: One - She Called To Me
Pairings: Angela/Edward - ????Bella/Edward????
Rating: Mature - Maybe Later
Notes: SMeyer created these characters, I've just borrowed and added to.
Summary: Angela and Edward have been seeing each other secretly for some time. Things are great, until Bella Swan comes into the picture. Will Angela fight for Edward, or will she bow out defeated?
Another Monday, just like all the others that I’d feigned to live through, but now I had a reason to keep up my facade, other than the necessary reason of my families safety, the one that mattered most and kept me surviving each day was knowing that I had Angela. Today, I was taking her to the meadow and I was going to teach her to waltz. The only thing I had requested was that she wear a black dress, but I had to compromise when she told me it would be very difficult to walk in heals there.
I smiled to myself, at the thought of how beautiful she would look standing there in the shadows of the trees amongst the wild green ferns, then how she would look as we stepped into the meadow as the wild flowers would become her dance floor.
Fortunately, the afternoon had turned cloudy, or else I would have had to change our plans because she can’t see me in the sunlight, not yet anyway. Angela knew some things about me, but she didn’t know my deepest, darkest secret, the one thing that I wanted to keep hidden from her as long as I could.
There were so many times I wished she would let me put my arm around her at school and let everyone see how happy she had made me, how happy she was, even if it had only been a few months since our relationship started, I already needed her more than she knew. She meant everything to me. She had pulled me from one of the darkest places in my life and given me hope.
But, I knew what she would have to face every day, if I did that, so I waited. We only had one more year of school, then we had talked about maybe going away together to college. It would be different then, and she wouldn’t have to deal with the small town attitudes, looks, and stares. I didn’t want her to have to go through that because of me, so for now, I respected her wishes.
The morning passed quickly, and I caught a few glimpses of Angela going to her different classes. I knew she was as excited about this afternoon as I was and we couldn’t wait for school to be over. The five of us, my family and I, were just walking into the cafeteria, when I caught the scent or fragrance, if you will, of something new, of someone new.
We all filed in and walked toward our usual spot at the table on the far side of the room. Taking our seats, we pretended to eat bits from the food props before us, but I was concentrating, listening to the conversation at Angela’s table for this is where the new person was sitting.
I caught Angela’s eyes following my gaze, as I looked up to see the girl, with long brown hair, sitting there, occasionally peeking over her shoulder at me. I was apparently the subject of the moment and I smiled as Jessica told the new girl not to waste her time on me because apparently no one was good enough for me at this school.
Angela seemed curious as to what I was feeling from the other girls thoughts. So much so, she formed words of her own and directed them at me.
"Edward. What do you find so amusing?"
I looked away quickly and tried to compose myself, but it was difficult. The new girl, Bella, Bella Swan, was the cause of my trouble. I closed my eyes and breathed in, taking her fragrance deep inside of my chest, letting it burn me there. I had never experienced anything so wonderful in my life, rather in my existence. Her blood was calling to me, pulling me to her, and at that moment, that small niche in time, I would have given anything to have her in my arms as I drank from the source of the enticement.
I shook my head, trying to clear the horrid thoughts. Alice reached over and placed her hand on mine and I knew that she had seen what I wanted. We shared glances, she squeezed my hand and whispered for me to come with her, that I needed some fresh air.
I hesitantly agreed, because I had just taken in another breath of the sweetness, this one so deep and lingering that I could actually taste the warm, crimson, fluid in the back of my throat. The venom was secreting inside of my mouth and I began to rationalize that Alice was right, I needed to leave.
She held onto my arm, as she walked, placing herself in between me and this Bella, and pulled me with more strength than I knew the small framed girl had in her, until we were safely outside. I leaned against the wall of the school, and let the fresh air clear my thoughts, and cleanse my lungs, of the dangerous, yet delicious flavor.
"Edward. I don’t know what to say, except "no." You know this is wrong. What would Carlile think if he knew what you were wanting? What you were desiring?"she asked, in a disapproving tone.
"Alice. Please? I had no idea. I can’t help it if her blood is calling to me. I just came to school today just like any other. Ready to carry on my masquerade. I had no idea. But I can’t help feeling this way. The flavor, the aroma, her beauty," I said, leaning my head again against the wall and closing my eyes, hoping to recapture some of the flavor.
"Edward, I know it isn’t your fault. I caught her scent too, when she came in, but you have to fight it. You can’t let it consume you," she said, looking me square in the eyes, then she continued, "you’ve made it all these years without taking the blood of an innocent. You don’t want that on your conscience now? Do you?"
I knew she was right. And I wanted nothing more than to resist this new, tortures temptation, but I wasn’t sure that I could. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough.
"She is my singer. Her blood sings to me like the siren of the sea. I’ve heard Carlile talk of such things, but I thought it to only be a tale, until now," I whispered, eyes still closed.
I flinched as Alice placed her hand on my cheek, and opened my eyes to see her own filled with concern. She looked as though she was lost in thought and I knew she was seeing another vision. I only hoped this one was not as gruesome as the first.
"It will be okay, Edward. But you have to let Angela help you. She’s the only thing that can help pull you through this."
Angela. My dear Angela. I had been so wrapped up in my own desires that I had forgotten all about her. I focused immediately, needing to feel her thoughts and see what she thought of me. There, I’ve found her. She’s talking with Bella.
"Edward is a wonderful person. Not many people know that."
"How do you know that then?" Bella asked.
"We’re, um, friends," Angela replied.
She still thinks of me as wonderful, when she saw the way I was looking at Bella. How can she possibly? My thoughts trailed off as the bell rang and I pulled myself up off of the wall looking down at Alice.
"Are you going to be okay?" she asked.
"Yes, I believe so. I have to just make it through the day. Just a few more hours, then I can see Angela."
"That’s it. Edward, be strong. Be strong for Angela. She needs you as much as you need her."
Alice and I walked to our next classes, and I slid into my seat, hoping for a speedy end to the day. My thoughts raced between Angela and Bella for most of the class period. I was fortunate that the teacher didn’t call on me. I wasn’t sure I could have answered any questions coherently.
I made it through the rest of the school day, without seeing either Angela or Bella Swan again. I held my breath when walking through the hallway, just in case Bella had recently walked in the same path. I couldn’t chance inhaling that delicious fragrance again.
I hurried to my car, got in and sped away. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen this afternoon with Angela, but I couldn’t wait to see her and let her know how I felt about her. I went home to change clothes, then was back on the road to Angela’s house. I had told her I would pick her up around four o’clock.
As I pulled up in front of Angela’s house, I was feeling apprehensive about seeing her. I knew she was wondering what had happened today and I wanted to try and set things straight, if possible.
She walked out onto the porch, just as I opened my door. She looked even more beautiful than I had imagined. Her dress was black, with bows on the sleeves, and white trim. Her skin looked rich and smooth as the texture of the dress complimented her in every respect. And her tennis shoes matched perfectly.
I smiled at her, letting her know I approved of her attire, but I could tell she looked worried.
"Angela, you look absolutely stunning. You look so elegant with your hair pulled up like that."
I noticed her blush as I walked closer to the porch. She was still standing there, so I reached out and offered her my hand. She hesitantly took my hand, and I pulled her gently down to met me.
"So, are you not speaking to me today?" I asked.
"I am. But I’m a little confused about the things that happened today. Would you care to share anything with me?"
"Come. We can talk when we get to the meadow."
I helped her into my car, closed the door, and walked to the other side to get in. I knew she was watching me and was full of questions and concern.
As we drove the short distance to the meadow, I took Angela’s hand in mine. She placed her other hand on top of mine and I felt her warmth, the warmth that I needed. We came to a stop, as close as we could get to the meadow. I would have to carry her the rest of the way.
I got out of the car, walked around and opened her door. She took my hand, and I pulled her into my arms and looked into her chestnut eyes.
"Do you know how much you mean to me?" I whispered, softly against her skin.
"I thought I did. But now I’m not so sure. Can we talk now?"
"In the meadow," I replied, as I swept her off of her feet and carried her in my arms to the edge of the clearing.
I sat her down, still within the shadows of the trees. I wanted to see her emerge, just like I had imagined. And there she stood. I stepped back to see her silhouetted there. I moved into the clearing of the meadow, and held out my hand. She looked like an angel standing there, and I was the devil beaconing her.
"Angela, come to me," I called.
She walked with such grace and fair to where I stood, taking my hand. I again pulled her into my arms and wrapped her in my embrace. All thoughts of Bella were quickly replaced with what I was feeling now for the girl in my arms.
"Edward, I...."
I closed the distance between our lips and softly, gently, let mine rest upon hers. I felt her suck in a short breath, for this was the first time I’d ever kissed her. Oh, how I had wanted to so many times, but now, I felt like I had the control I needed, after what had happened today. So, I tasted her lips for the first time.
My hand trailed up her side, onto her shoulder, up the smooth skin of her neck then to the clasp that held her hair. I slowly pulled it from it’s resting place and let her long, dark hair cascade down her back. The mere action was so sensual, and I caught the scent of her hair as if fell on the breeze. I pulled away slowly from her lips and moved to her neck, where I gathered the silky strands of her hair in my hand and nestled them against her neck, as I took in the floral scent of her hair.
"Edward. Oh Edward. Why now? Why are you letting me be this close to you now? Does it have something to do with her? With Bella?"
"Angela, I’m sorry if you became concerned today. I just had some things I needed to deal with that’s all. I had things on my mind. I want to be with you. I l......"
"I saw the way you looked at her. I saw the way she was looking at you. I’m not a fool Edward."
Pulling back to look into her eyes, I knew I couldn’t lie to her, but I couldn’t tell her the truth either. Could I?
"Angela. Darling. There is still so much you don’t know about me, about who I really am," I said, with regret in my expression.
"Well try me. I’m here. I’m listening. Let me know you, this side of you that you’ve been hiding. I know there are things that are different about you. You don’t eat much; you just pick at your food. Your skin is pale and cool, yet I’m drawn to the feel like a moth to a flame. You’re strong, much stronger than any of the other boys I know. How else could you carry me through the woods? And your eyes change colors every few days from dark, almost black to an amber color and I know you don’t need corrective lenses, so it’s natural."
I looked into her eyes, reaching into her mind, feeling the words she’d not yet spoken. She was a clever young woman, she’d taken note of everything about me, and I realized that she did know more about me than I realized, much more than I wanted her to know. I was so lost in my probing of her beautiful mind that I didn’t feel the rays of sun on my skin, as they slipped out of the opening sky above.
Her eyes opened wide as the sun passed over my face. She took one of my hands in hers and turned it in different directions, like she was surveying a priceless jewel, looking at the different colors it made in the sun light.
"Edward, you’re beautiful," she said, as I let her go, pulling myself back into the shadows of the trees. I’d never intended on her seeing me like this, not now, maybe not ever.
I was angry with myself for what had happened today, for what I’d just allowed to happen. And she saw the look on my face, the look of horror. But she came to me regardless. She never hesitated, she walked right up to me and wrapped her arms around me as she whispered, "beautiful Edward. I said ‘beautiful’. I’m not going to push you to talk to me, I’m just going to say that I know you’re special, in more ways than one, but I’m not going anywhere. I want to be with you and I’m here when you get ready to talk to me."
How could she possibly still find me appealing? I’d just exposed my skin, the skin of a killer to her, but she still came to me. Her mind was calm, she was genuine in what she’d just said and all she wanted was to be with me. I truly didn’t deserve someone as caring and gently as Angela, but right then I needed her more than ever, I wanted her more than I should.
"Thank you, Angela. If, there were ever anyone I could share these things with, it would be you," I said, as I pulled her close again.
Running my hand through her soft hair, I pulled her face close to mine and softly kissed her lips. She moved her arms up from my waist and wrapped them around my neck clinging to me and I loved the way her body felt pressed to mine.
Consume me right here and now, you angel of light. Take me and make me a part of you, share with me your soul, so that I too might have a chance in this world, in this life. Those were the thoughts that raced through my mind as I caressed her lips softly, tenderly. I dared to let my tongue trace the fragile plane of her lips and I wanted to drown in her sweet, intoxicating sapidity.
A hushed moan escaped from her mouth and I captured her breath in my own. Then, I took full advantage of her parted lips and I wearily slipped in between them gaining access to her tongue and soft flesh that I found there, being careful not to linger too long, as my venom was beginning to flow once again.
She was entranced by the encounter, not because I was a vampire, but because she was a woman and I was a man and we were filled with desire and passion. I ran my hand over her shoulder and downward coming to rest in the small of her back. I pressed there, pushing her into me even closer and she again let out a small arouse sound that caused me tremble.
I was delighted beyond words that she was responding to me, not as my prey, but as a woman that wanted to be with me. She was making me feel more human at that moment, than I could ever remember feeling, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to live, live through her, and be revived by her touch.