Lonly souls found (For me and AmbrosiaCaress)

[nightray]

I look out over my land from the balcony of my home. My eyes seeing threw the dark easily as stars sparkle in the clear air. No moon tonight no lights other then the stars. A steady breaz brings me the sent of the woods and the sound of the animals that live there a soothing sound. My long fingers curled around the wood railing around the balcony as I enjoy the night my home my being.

My head tilts as I hear the faint sound of a wolf howling in the distons. I raze an eyebrow slightly as it is a howl I haven’t herd before not part of the pack that lives in my woods. As I concentrate on the sound I realize that it is not a normal wolf it is a lycon.

“Interesting.” I say to my self softly. “I haven’t seen one of them com any where near my home in many many years.”

My eyes move in the direction of the sound pearsing the night to see if I can see where this new one is at. My nose twitching slightly as I take in a deep breath trying to catch its sent in the air but the breaz is going in the wrong direction. I cashily send my sense out from my body rushing threw the trees searching my fisacal eyes no longer seeing around me but riding the darkness in to the night seeing beyond what the fisacal can even for one such as me.

I hear the howl once more something in it drawing me to it. The howl is one of fear? Or is it unsertony confutation. “Could this be a new one…?” I consinrat harder. One that was turned and left? That is rare among there kind they don’t turn just any one or just on a whim like my kind they take there time to be shere the one to be turned can handle it or wont make a show of them selves for the humans secrecy is the way of both are kinds.

The rushing stops abruptly form movement to still ness in an instant as I find the sores of my ceryasady. I see the lycon now a female it seams red fur covering her as she stands on her rear feet sniffing the air. The moon is not up so she must have turned in fear or anger. One so young can’t turn just by willing it like the older once can.

I think as I watch her move fluidly threw the trees seeming to be searching hunting maybe. Are kinds have been enemies for hundreds of years but I rember when we weren’t when they guarded are sleep. I never fond out why they turned on use I’m old one of the oldest but I’ve always been one to live away from the rest to hunt on my turms not theirs. I know I would be considered a lord among are kind one of the first changed but I find there foning and back biting for power tiresome.

I keep my eyes on this one wile my other senses spread out farther to see if there are any more near by once that have changed her perhaps. Miles to the north I find an abandoned camp sight the clothes scattered suggesting that it was hers. Tracks showing other lycon’s then I see what happened to the once that changed her there bodies torn in one I sense silver imbedded in it.

“So that is what happened you were turned in a battle with lycon and ether human hunters or some of my kind.” I say softly to my self my words barley more then a whisper carried away by the breaz.

I don’t sense any others around. If there were any other lycons still alive then they may not know that the girl was bitten or still alive. For her to have changed so quickly after being bitten she must have been under a grate deal of stress. Normally it takes two to four days for the changes to take full affect some times it doesn’t take affect tell there first full moon.

I bring my senses in to my self once more as I look in the direction I know she is in. it has been a vary long time sins I’ve had any one live with me. I feel the pull tords her something drawing me to her. My loins steering with the thought of having her possessing her. I smile to my self making up my mind.

“She will be Mine.” I say softly as I step up on to the railing of the balcony and then off dropping the forty feet to the ground my knees bending slightly at the impact as I begin to move threw the trees slipping threw the darkness witch is my home. My senses telling me where she is fallowing her watching her waiting for my chance to claim her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Sasheen

~ Sasheen was mortal, human... a gypsy living among a band of Lycan, she was their human face, beautiful and warm, a dancer, with a voice that could charm the angels above... it was she that steered away any suspicion away from the Lycan pack she traveled with... it was she that made them appear human....

Sasheen had been an orphan, found when young, by the founding member of this particular pack of Werewolves.. He was like a grandfather to her, the old Lycan raised her as His own, not allowing any to hurt her, nor change her.. she was to be left mortal, that was his wish, a wish that no other would dare to challenge...

She was stunning, with flaming red hair and golden hued eyes.. and her Grandfather Lycan taught her all about her human side, as well as the Wolven side of Him.. telling her of the war between Vampires and Lycan, of the Mortals who sought to kill both of them... of the need to hunt... the fear of silver... she witnessed the change all around her as the pack shifted to their Wolven forms...

The night of the attack, was a quiet, summer's eve... the pack had hunted at the base of Blood Mountain, close to a local town, but the deer were plentiful, as was the access to the needed items from that town... winter would be approaching soon, and a den needed to be maintained, a den usually consisting of a house, that Sasheen aquired for them.. or at least a room at a local Inn for the season... several rooms...

This night the pack were gorging themselves on the fresh killed deer... Sasheen coming back from the town with supplies... she did not witness the attack, not directly, but instead she heard it, the shotgun blasts, the screaming...
the howling....

She dropped everything and ran, but it was too late, she burst onto the scene when it was almost over, most of her pack, her family, were dead, and standing amidst the carnage, was a Vampire, He turning His baleful gaze onto her... beside Him was His human slave... a hunter, shotgun in hand.... Sasheen screamed, her eyes wide with horror at what lay before her... the dead and dying bodies of her only family... The Vampire pointed at her, a bony finger extended "kill her" he growled, and the hunter lifted his shotgun....

Sasheen was knocked aside by her Lycan Grandfather, He roaring his rage as he leapt into the midst of the now devastated camp... He attacked not the hunter, but the Vampire, who, caught by surprise, could not fend off the killing blow of the Lycan fast enough... his claws ripped into the vampire's chest, ripping out that dead heart, his jaws closing on the his throat, ripping free his head...

The hunter screamed and shot, hitting her Grandfather in the chest, just below his heart, but the old Lycan still had enough strength left to easily rip the Hunter apart.. before falling the the blood soaked ground..

Sasheen came rushing to him, falling to her knees, crying, she cradling her dying Lycan Grandfather to her... he could not longer speak, but his eyes spoke volumes, and in those eyes she saw his love for her... a moment later and he sank his fangs into her shoulder, tearing at her flesh, and turning her into what he was...

Sasheen screamed, the pain ripping thru her as His jaws tightened, but a moment later and they released, he falling back, eyes wide and staring, all life gone...

Sasheen, overcome with grief, and horror at what happened, begins to sob, her body wracked with her crying, her mind twisting at the horror she was in the mid of... the blood.. the death... she turns to the torn Vampire, and howls at him.. howls her hatred... for him and for weak minded mortals... and in the midst of that, she shifts, her body shuddering.. convulsing.. violently shaking as the wolf that now ran thru her blood, emerged....

She taking on the shape of a deep, crimson red, wolf... sleek, and powerful... howling at the moonless sky above...

The horrible attack had brought others from the nearby town, and it was then that Sasheen heard them... confused and panicked, she ran... away from all the death around her... away from the town and the approaching mortals.. away from the hellish vampire that had brought this all down on her... she ran.. deeper into the forest... deeper into the darkness.. until she finally had to stop... winded and exhausted... panting... confused... and lost... her human mind still trying to reason, to think, buried in the brain of the wolf that she was....

She had to find shelter, her human and lycan mind told her... but where... she had never been so deep within the forests without the pack... and in her current state, the fact that she had run without direction or thought.. she was hopelessly lost...

Coming to the edge of a small stream, she lowers her red furred head to lap at the cool, refreshing water... collasping there... if a wolf could cry.. she would have...

Instead she shifted again... painful and sudden, her body shuddering as she cried out... only to find herself naked, laying in the grass at the side of the stream... she had no strength to even get to her feet... or even keep her golden eyes open... her firey red hair veiling her tear strained face~

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Sasheen: this is Sasheen

 

[nightray]

I stop in the deeper dark of the woods hearing he sound of the small stream my eyes moving until I see her laying in the soft grass next to the rushing water. Her skin seeming to almost glow in the starlight Wight and perfect no blemishes that I can see. Her red hair lying spread out around her inviting. My eyes fill with my hunger my need a need I haven’t felt in many years.

I slowly walk out of the pitch black of the forest the tree’s keeping even the meager light of the stars from reaching its depths. I stand over the girl taking in her sent even as my eyes move over her body more taking in every inch lingering on her full breasts and the patch of red hair between her legs. I move down to one knee letting my cool fingers run over her skin feeling her warmth and the pulls of her blood betting beneath her skin.

I feel my fangs lengthen as my hunger comes forth my blood lust surging at my mental chains demanding to have her blood. I growl softly as I force it down refusing to let it out I’m its master I took control of it a long time ago and I refuse to let it lus now or ever agene. I fors my self to lean down and softly lick up the length of her neck over her jugular facing the hunger proving to my self once more that I am it’s master.

I gently scoop her up in to my arms letting her head rest on my shoulder as I carin her back to my home moving easily as if I wasn’t caring anything at all. Slipping smoothly threw the trees with absolute silents. My senses alert for any thing else out off the ordinary anything that may trouble me not that much can trouble me any more. No vampire will com to close to my home those that know of me any way. They know I have a habit of killing those that disturb my peace. Not all of them know what I am just that I’m a deadly threat when roused from my peace.

I move to the side of my Manner looking up at the balcony I had been standing on I crouch bending my knees and with a powerful serge of muscle I leap up landing lightly on my feet easily clearing the oak rail. The glass doors opening with a thought not making a sound as I move threw them in to the bedroom. I haven’t used the upper rooms for many years just using the balconies to watch my woods and the night. The rooms I use are under ground away from the sun. For I know longer need to sleep during the day that black pit of nothing that the young once must fall in to no longer clams me.

I look at the dusty bed the blankets still good no sine’s of rats or bugs my powers make sheer that they don’t infest my home even if I don’t use the rooms any more its still my home and I take pride in its up keep even if it is dusty. I don’t know how some of my kind can live in tombs surrounded by rats and bugs they’re so bother some espshiuly sins we can do better easily.

I stair at the blanket reaching out with my mind folding it up and moving it out side giving it several hard snaps watching as the dust fills the air the breeze blowing it away. Wile that is going on I carry the girl to the bed he silk shits moving aside as I lay her down pulling the shits up to her chin. Then laying the blanket over her as well.

My finger moving down to her breast as there still exposed softly tracing her nipples. My lips curving in to another smile. “You belong to me now girl my day time protector and my night time toy.” I say in a soft voice as my finger twists her nipple making it hard seeing her steer in the bed her mind starting to com back to conciseness but my mind takes hold of hers keeping her from waking as my fingers expeller her breast.

My smile grows as she moans in her sleep the sent of her sex filling the air with her arousal at my teasing. I implant the image of my face in her mind as I let her mind take hold of it making her erotic dreams around my image. I guilty implant feelings of lust and trust for the image of me beginning the prose’s of claiming what is mine. What I’m doing wotn claim her emdilty but it will start the proses of an even more powerful connection then simply taking control of her mind. What I’m doing will guide her in to giving her self freely to me heart body and soul she will be mine. And most importantly she will have her personality intact if I simply take her mind the way other do she wood be nothing but a puppet. I have a few of that kind that keeps my lower chambers clean I don’t even consider them as company for they have no real life of there own if I told them to die there hearts would stop with out me doing any thing ells.

I watch her fact as my hand slips under the covers finding her sex feeling the heat and the dampness as her dream of me evolves. I can’t see what is going on but I can guess. My fininger slip in to her feeling the inside of her sex finding a barer. My smile grows wider at this discovery. As my finger move in and out off her the palm of my hand rubbing on her herd throbbing clit feeling her hips instinctively responding to the plesher. Her moans filling the room as sweet begins to bead on her skin.

I put blocks in her mind preventing her from Cuming as I bringer her higher up in her passion. She begins to whimper with her need for release her hips moving more franticly agest my fingers as she spirals ever up word tords her climax that I hold just out of reach. My image in her mind letting know that it is I who is bring her this pleaser. Faint words in her mind telling her to submit to give in.

I finely move my fingers up to her clit giving it a hard twist as I let her have her climax her body going rigged as every mussel titans her mouth open wide with a voiceless scream of ecstasy. I holed her like that prolonging the ecstasy of it before letting her com back down in to an even deeper sleep. My image firmly entrenched in her mind for her loyalty love lust and submission to grow around in that firtl ground.

I smile to my self as I leave her to her sleep and dreams moving back out o the balcony closing the doors behind me as I drop back down to the ground to go to my living areas to relax and await her awakening.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

dreams and awakenings

She sank into the abyss of her dreams, the only safe place she knew at the moment, where the horrors of what had happened, the blood, the screams, the howls, and death, could not get to her. Sasheen's shoulder ached, but as she slept at that stream side, the wound that had been torn into the flesh began to heal, quickly, for the power was strong in her. He, her Lycan Grandfather, had been among the most powerful of his kind. It was that strength that he passed to her as he himself was dying...

Within her mind, darkness began to creep, swirling, coiling, snaking around her like living serpent. She was not aware of being picked up, embraced, carried. The deepening shadows of her dreams kept her helpless, and safe. Her body needed time to heal, time to adjust, to the great changes that were even now happening within her. Her mind desperately needed and wanted to recover from that attack and the nightmare carnage she had seen. No, she would not be awakening.... yet....

She is enveloped in softness in her dreams, she not understand that within the living world, she has been lain upon luxerious bedding, the feel of silk embracing her skin, touching, caressing...

Within her dream, her eyes open, golden hues blinking as she struggles to focus, she is again laying at that stream bed, the soft ripple of the water playing in her mind, the shimmering light of the risen moon flowing over her flesh like the touch of silken sheets, her conscious mind still deep asleep and not realizing that the silk she felt was indeed real silken sheets. A touch, she felt a touch, cool, almost chilling, and fluttering along her skin... closing her eyes once more, where was that touch coming from? So soft, so sensual, tracing the delicate outline of her nipple, bared nipple, as her eyes open once more in the realm of dreams, she sees that she is naked, the moons luminscence touching parts of her that had never been caressed by those haunting rays... moaning low, her body, both in the dream and in the living world, arches up slightly as her back bows, she trembling, lips parting as that moan escapes her...

A face, a being, floating before her, no wait, not floating, hovering over her, His hand, it was His hand that she felt, trailing along each nipple, lingering, feeling the peak warm, swell, pulse slightly with each beat of her heart...His other hand, where was His other hand, she staring up into His eyes, dark eyes, souless eyes... trusting... trusting eyes... His other hand comes to rest at the very center of her warmth, His palm cool, too cool, against the heated skin of her sex...

Sasheen moans, her head rolling side to side as He teases her, fingers gentle yet insistant, parting those warm, wet, protective folds, finding that swollen flesh of her clit, another cry comes from her lips, a slight growling sound as her back arches once more, legs opening, wanting more pleasure, as His ministrations to her clit sends shuddering jolts thru her veins..

Reaching up for the figure above her, a lover, yes, her lover, but, no wait, she is virginal, none have touched her, He will, yes He will take that from her, her lover, touching her, caressing her.. Sasheen rocks her hips up to His caress, pulling Him down to her, her parted lips seeking a kiss, meeting His, cool, so very cool lips, the kiss commences, deepens, as His fingers enter her, slipping easily inside her slickened opening, the tight embrace of her sex felt, walls thrumming around Him with heat, coating His fingers with thick fluids, allowing Him deeper, she feels Him find her virgin wall, pushing gently against it, but not breaking her, not yet...

The kiss parts, He looking down into the very depths of her eyes, she lost in His, He continues thrusting His fingers within her, the tightness around Him overwhelming... grasping at His slender lengths as He pushes, her hips bucking up to His hand, her clit painful and throbbing... in both dream and reality, she is reacting to what is happening to her... crying out, moaning, soaking wet... her musky scent seeming to flow around her, the scent of a female needing to mate...

"Ohhhhhhh...please..... please... want to cummmm" she begs, outloud and within the dream, reaching up to touch His face with warm fingertips, her body bucking, squirming, writhing... she pulls Him to her once more, her body on the brink, wanting to careen over the edge and seeming to be held there.. held there by Him. Sasheen kisses Him, tongues entwining, her moans silenced by His mouth, she feeding Him her orgasm as He allows her to cum, in reality her scream of lust filled pleasure is silent, her body arching from the bedding, shuddering violently, as her sweet juices spill from her sex, flooding over His hand, heart pounding, blood flowing fast and furious within her veins..

She falls back to the ground in her dream, panting, gasping, as she looks up at her Lover, He smiling to her.. His voice whispering, "yes my sweetling, it is I that brings you such pleasure, and only I" As He whispers, His lips brush hers, a smile curling, she seeing the extended fangs beneath, eyes widening....

Sasheen tries to rouse herself then, tries to awaken, but it is as if some deeper power is holding her down, within it's embrace, crooning soft relaxing words to her, forcing her to calm, to relax, to sleep... yes sleep.... she drifts back into a deeper slumber, curled in the arms of her Lover, feeling the gentle stroke of His chilled fingers thru her firey red mane, His words of soothing, of submission, slithering in her ear..............................


Sasheen felt the rays of the sun, felt them deep inside herself, if not on her body, for the room she was in was shrouded in near complete darkness when she did awaken. Stretching, her lithe, young body arching in a slow fluid motion, she sits up, brushing fingers into and thru her wild mane, blinking as she tries to focus in that blackness.

"where am I" she asks herself as she looks around, not moving from the bed quite yet. She searches her memory, remembering the horror, her fear, her running, and the... the... stream.. yes, she had fallen asleep, scared and lost and exhausted, next to a stream. But where was this, and who had found her? Her bare feet touch the floor as she slips from the opulent bed, drawing the silk sheet around her to cover her nakedness, she makes her way slowly to the window and throws open the velvet drapes, revealing the sun's light just beyond, the room flooding with that light. She turned her eyes away, shielding them until she could get used to that bright light again. The windows were not windows are all, but instead large windowed doors that lead to the balcony beyond. She opened those doors and stepped out into that sunlight, looking out over the railing to the forest below. Nothing looked familiar, other than Blood Mountain which seemed very far in the distance from here. Where was she and who had brought her here?

She steps back, drawing her silken covering tighter about herself. Her first order of business was to find some clothing and then get the hell out of there, before who, or whatever, brought her here came back. Once back in the bedroom, she searched the closets, finding a smattering of women's garments scattered about. She slipped on a long, black, peasant dress, more than likely belonging to a servent long since dead, but at least the dress fit.... she then creeked open the large thick door, peeking out into the long hall, Sasheen tilting her head to listen... letting her eyes close...

She heard heartbeats, dimmed pulsings coming from somewhere deep inside this place, as if barely alive.. the sound puzzled her, how could she hear that, and why??? She heard whisperings, among those heartbeats, whispers of the Master of the Keep, and the new pet He had found ~

 

[nightray]

My eyes look up tords the ceiling of my rooms under the large manner focusing on the spot where I here my new pet steering getting to her feet. Now that day has com I can’t use my powers as easily even if I’m not forced in to slumber any more the day still weakens me. I lison to her faint rusaling as she moves about in the room knowing when she opens the balcony doors to look out side. Then move to fined some clothes I had some of my puppets put some dresses there for her to fined nothing fancy as my creacher don’t need or even diser any thing fancy most of the time they don’t even think to dress them selves as all they car about is keeping my needs attended to not there own needs or comforts.

With some effort I send a tendril of thought to my new pet manipulate her mind leading her down threw the empty halls of the house down to where I am waiting. I smiles as she unknowingly fallows my directions thinking that her movements are of her own choice.

I sit back in my high backed leather chair my eyes moving to the flickering light of the fire in the large fire place the heat coming off of it feeling good to me. I sense my puppets moving abut quickly now that they know the new one is awake getting things ready food being fished and readied for her to eat. Two girls reading a bath incase she wishes to get cleaned up. There vacant eyes dull and lifeless as they go about there work.

I look up as I hear the thick ock door to my den open my new pet standing in the door looking confused obviously wondering why she had com down instead of going out. My dark eyes meat hers seeing in to them judging and liking what I see intelligence and a sprit.

“Greetings My dear one. I’m glad to see you up and on your feet.” I say softly. My voice low but clear and confident with the clear command in it the sound of one that was used to getting what he want when he wants it.

I slowly stand then to my full height of six and a half feet my dark hair down just below my shodlers. My skin pale from many cencherys of living in the dark and avoiding the sun. Every movement smooth and prosis flewed an obveas predator. I see the same grace in her movement. I smile softly to my self wondering if she rembers being changed she seems so confused and a bit fritend.

“My name is Ramon.” I say simply not offering any more to it as I gave up my last name when I was changed a part of adjusting to eternal living death. “I’m glad to see that you are alright and up on your feet that wound on your shoulder seemed pretty bad but it seems to have healed just fine.”

I move forward then slowly a silver goblet in my right hand full of blood form a fawn. Not as satisfying as human blood but it has a pleasant taste and it takes the edge off of the hunger until I feed on a human. I can survive for quite some time on the blood of the forest animals witch makes it easer to take the humans from the nearest town with out them getting to scared. Some of the humans suspect that I’m out here in the woods thou no human that wasn’t my puppet has ever seen this place there are no roads leading in just well consild trails that my puppets use when I need sorting that can only be fond in the towns and the trails are ether well hidden or made to look like dear trails.

I slowly walk around the girl as she steps in to the room my eyes traveling over her body taking it in liking what I’m seeing. As I slowly take a slow sip from the mug severing the taste of the blood my power keeping it worm so it don’t congeal. My smile widons as I see her nose twitch as she gets a clear sent of what is in the goblet. I slowly lick my lips as the mug comes down from my lips.

“What is your name sweating?” I ask softly as I stop in front of her looking down in to her eyes.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ the heartbeats, faint, slow, but there, how can she hear that? Hear those pulsings, feeling the warm breathing of the living. Sasheen did not quite understand, but to stand there and question it was not going to get her anywhere. She stepped into the long hall, a cool breath of air washing over her. It was dark, the hall being abscent of windows... she had to wonder just what this place was? Darkness, chill, heartbeats...

Her eyes widened as the thoughts came together in her racing mind. She was in a Vampire's lair. Her hand flew to her throat, fingertips examining, fear flooding her veins. But she finds nothing, her throat was unmarked. Even the wound on her shoulder was gone, she remembering her grandfather, and the vicious bite he inflicted upon her.

How had she gotten here, and where was the Master of the Lair?

She should go, her mind told her, get out while she could, while the light shone high in the sky. But she felt something, as she began slowly walking down that long, dark, hallway. She could not seem to describe what it was she felt, but instead of seeking the way out, she instead sank further into the depths of the Keep. Had the Vampire brought her here? Why? He had not fed on her, unless... unless He wished to taste of her later, in the depths of the night, when He was at His strongest..

Her steps seemed to be, guided, as she made her way deeper into the shadows. Pausing once, on seeing life, the heartbeats stronger now, so much stronger, yet, so very weak compared to her own. She saw a female, who turned upon hearing her breathing, the girl's eyes were vacant and dead, as Sasheen gazed within... there was no flicker of life, no spark of a soul.

"slaves" She murmured to herself, knowing that Vampires indeed could turn mortals into slaves. Her grandfather had told her to always caution letting a Vampire stare within your eyes, to always place that mental barrier up, for Lycans could be turned to slaves as well, at least the weak minded ones... At the moment, Sasheen had no knowledge of whether she were Lycan or Mortal.

She rounded a corner and was face to face with a large, oaken door. She could almost hear someone, something, beckoning her from within.. her hand laid to the surface and the door swung open....

When she stepped within, the door closing behind her with a soft *thud*, the heartbeats ceased, as if she could no longer hear them. As did the warm caress of the breathing of the living, if what she had seen could be called *living*... coiling around her was a chill.... a cold caress that slithered over her exposed skin, that sought to invade her warmth, that wanted to possess her soul. She stopped, taking a deep breath, remembering what her grandfather Lycan has said.. to never allow a Vampire in... into her mind, into her soul...

“Greetings My dear one. I’m glad to see you up and on your feet.”

The voice seemed to edge out of the blackness, but as her golden eyes adjusted, she could make out the figure, sitting upon the high-backed leather chair.. She did not answer right away, she was still trying to remain calm. Why had she come down here, why had she not bolted out the door and into the sunshine.. and who was this.... Vampire?

“My name is Ramon.”

She watched as He got to His feet, the glint of a silver chalise in His hand, the small fire that flickered in the hearth seeming to come to life as He moved. She stepped further into the darkness, as He approached, she following every motion with her golden hued gaze... She felt Him studying her, as she was Him... He was interesting looking to say the very least. Not the monster that most vampires were, and she shuddered thinking of the one that had killed her family. Was that one related to this one? Was this One going to kill her??

"why am I here" she asks simply, as He walks around her, she circling with Him, never letting her back be too Him.. she could scent something, blood, animal blood, in the chalise He held in His hand. It was warm and fresh, and she found herself thristing, thristing for a taste. Her soft pink tongue glides out to moisten her lips, she casting that thought of her mind a moment later.. she felt His serpent's touch then, as His thoughts sought out a deeper crevice of her mind... "no.. get out of my thoughts" she growled, turning her eyes to HIm, but not meeting His gaze directly, her hands clenching at her sides..

“What is your name sweetling?”

As He said the word "sweetling" she felt Him caress her mind once more, she lifting her head to gaze within His eyes as He looked down upon her. For a brief moment she opened to Him, lost in those dark eyes of His. But she tore her gaze away mere seconds later... the whole of her form trembling....she fighting to cast Him from within her being, her thoughts.

"Sasheen" came the unbidden answer and she growled as she pulled back and away from Him... "what am I doing here, why did You bring me here... " she again asked, backing away from Him...

Just as the words left her lips, the dream came undulating thru the blackness and into her mind... His face, it had been His face she had seen over her, His touch she had felt, He has been the One, the One who brought her pleasure, who had caressed her as no other had, who had brought forth her moaning cries of passion and very nearly submission... He that allowed her to explode in orgasm as He penetrated inside her...

"You" she whispered, backing away from the Vampire, "it was You" .. her back coming to rest against the cold damp wall, the darkness folding in around Him for a moment, it was as if He disappeared, only to fade back into sight, closer to her, so closer she swore she could feel the icey, deathly, chill of His words, of HIs touch... ~

 

[nightray]

Ramon

A small smile touches my lips as I see her lick her lips her eyes flickering to the challis in my hand. I feel it with in her growing as the changes continue to do there work on her mined and body. She wants a drink she may not want it for the same reasons I do but she is feeling the thirst for blood already. I send a message to my puppets having them prepare the fawn that the blood ad com from telling them to leave it raw for now until I know if she wants to cooked or not.

“Aww Sasheen.” I say softly letting her name roll off my name testing it on my tong liking how it sounds. “A very lovely name My sweetling very lovely indeed.” My words a soft cores almost worm.

I watch as she backs up agest the wall pressing to it as she recognizes my face finely realizing who was in her dreams. I move closer to her as she asks agene what she is doing here why I brot her. I stand close to her close enough to feel her heat feel the life of her body. My left hand reaching out softly caressing her cheek feeling her life pulsing just under the skin the heat of her living skin pressing to the coolness of my unloving flesh. My hand softly cupping her cheek my thumb softly moving over her skin. I lift the goblet up to her offering it to her to take a drink wondering if she would take it.

“Why I brought you here.” I say softly thinking to my self trying to put my need in words. I stand in front of her looking down at her my eyes unblinking as I drink her in. “I’m lonely.” I say simply figuring the simplest explanation would be the esest.

I shrug slightly as I watch her. “I’ve been alone for a very long time. The pathetic mortals I have around me serving me are no company they are… Well you seen one of them already.” I jesger slightly at the door indicating the girl she saw on her way to me. “I once had some of your kind guarding my days but when this stupid war between are kinds sprung up they abandoned me even thou I did nothing to deserve being abandoned.”

My eyes unfoces as I think of that time so long ago even then I staid away form my kind finding most of them weak and pathetic sniveling at the feet of those stronger then them wile plotting on how to gane more power then them at the same time. They tried to snivel at my feet as well but I was just as apt to kill them as let them they grew to fear me and my moods. They wore alsoe envies for I keeped my looks where they became to look more like monsters as they delved in to the darker powers to game more. I gane my power with age as we were ment to do as my maker tot me. I’m stronger then most any other and older then all but a very few.

I slowly close my eyes focusing back on the girl before me. I blink once looking back at My new pet. “You must be hungry I say softly as a side door opens one of my puppets caring in the fawn setting it on a table on the other side of the room.

“How would you like it?” I ask softly watching for her reaction wonding if she will want it cooked or not.