By Amy C
Word Count – 636
She stood alone, mesmerized by the lightening illuminating the sky, the claps of thunder exploding in a rage around her. A flock of bats in the distance brought about fanciful imaginings of vampires and their sensual nature. Her hands caressed her neck as her thoughts lingered on a handsome man nuzzling her, sniffing out that one sweet spot where he could sink his fangs and drink of her nectar.
She sighed and turned more fully into the lashing wind of the storm that lent an unnatural ambiance to her castle home on the edge of the sea; a place she felt forever trapped, isolated, living within the guidelines that her parents saw fit, a virtual prisoner in her own home. It was nothing unusual for her to have fantasies of a beautiful man swooping in and stealing her away.
Her hands skimmed down her chest, cupping her heavy breasts as she thought of the mysterious vampire, of his mouth fastened to her slender neck. Imagining they were his hands holding her, caressing her, she squeezed her breasts gently. Arousal whipped through her and her moans of pleasure were drowned out by the roar of the wind.
She grew achy with need as her mind swirled around the idea of a vampire embracing her, but vampires weren’t real. But oh, how she wished they were—how exotic, and utterly incredible it would be to have a vampire doing to her all the things her mind whispered—Touching, caressing, loving her in the most delicious of ways.
She sighed and rested her hands on the wooden balustrade. The flock of bats caught her attention once more. With effortless grace, the bat flying in the lead disbanded from the rest and flew toward her. She tilted her head, watching with curiosity as the lone bat drew nearer. When he hovered mere feet in front of her, she thought she’d scream. But in the blink of an eye, the bat vanished, and in its place, stood a man.
His eyes lingered on her. He seemed to be near bursting with his own curiosity. Of course now she really wanted to scream, but he had to be the most beautiful man she had ever seen. And besides, her throat had completely closed up, not a sound could escape. She even found it difficult to breath.
Finally the strange man spoke, his voice a warm touch upon her flesh. “You called to me.” He sounded awed by that fact. Hell, she was in awe with these events as well. He stepped closer, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. “Your thoughts were so powerful in my head. Erotic and arousing.”
“Who are you?” she managed to whisper.
His lips were now a breathe away from her own. “I’m a vampire,” he softly spoke. The subtle shifting of air across her skin sent a whirlwind of longing through her. He smelled sweet. If she didn’t taste him soon, she felt as if she would starve from her growing hunger.
He chuckled, that sense of wonderment still lingering. “I can hear all of your thoughts.”
He nuzzled her neck, just as she had imagined, sinking his fangs into her tender flesh. An explosion of the most intense pleasure consumed her.
He released his mouth from upon her throat. She was unable to decipher how long he suckled, mere moments, or hours, she didn’t know. Weak from desire, she barely recognized his words when he whispered into her ear, “You’re mine now.”
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So there you have it! My interpretation of that beautiful picture supplied by Michelle!
I really should have been doing a little studying for my test, but I just didn't like the idea of failing :).
What do you think, Dottie? Did I do the vampire thing okay? :)