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This story was originally written for a challenge on the Creed Pit. I came in a distant second place, but everyone enjoyed it. :) I really love reading this one over and over myself. DARKNESS Darkness surrounds me on the streets tonight, beckoning me. Gloomy, quiet, desolate...save for my footsteps on the cobblestones. I wish for the light of day. Wrapping my shawl tighter around my shoulders against the whispering winds, I make my way home guided only by the light of the moon. I am alone. Every part of my instincts tells me I should not be wandering the streets so late. If only that last group of soldiers had chosen another inn, I could have been home hours ago. A shadow crosses my path, startling me. I stop in front of the alley, peering nervously into the dark. Glittering eyes reveal the shadow to be a cat, scouring the streets for mice, for its next victim. I feel a sudden chill in the air. A rustling sound...a presence, so close. Has someone followed me-a soldier, perhaps? My throat clenches as I turn around, but yet, I am still alone. I hurry the last couple blocks to my home, scarcely breathing until I was safe behind the door. Quickly finding a candle, I set it alight, sighing to see everything familiar to me. I discard my shawl and carry the candle with me through the foyer. I am safe, solitary...no sounds except for the oaken grandfather clock. Tock...tock...tock...tock... I stop, feeling the presence again. A breeze, a step…fear grips my soul. I hold my breath, yet could still hear breathing...behind me. I am afraid. Although I dare not, I turn, the air still seized in my throat. I nearly drop the candle as I gasp. A dark, cloaked figure appears before me--sinister, haunting. I step back, holding the light between us, unable to speak, unable to scream. A hand reaches out to me, a silver ring glinting in the candlelight. I look away, in terror. "Don't turn away." The voice is gentle despite the foreboding appearance. I lift my eyes as the figure pulls back the hood of his cloak and I am immediately mesmerized. Not at all what I expect; he is handsome, with beautiful eyes and almost angelic features. His aura is serene yet commanding. He reaches for me again, and I do not shy away. I am hypnotized. He touches my face softly, tracing his fingertips over my lips. His hands are cold and something within me longs to warm him, to feel that serenity inside. He steps closer to me, his hand still lingering, his eyes tempting, wanting. I am powerless. I close my eyes as I feel his lips touch mine, tasting me. I moan softly; his other hand sliding across my bodice. He pulls away, his smile deceiving. And, enchanted still, I take his hand and lead him to my boudoir. He snuffs out the candle and takes it from my hand. I cannot see, but I can hear him throw off his cloak as it settles to the floor. Then silence, but I know he has not left. Suddenly I feel his fingers deftly undoing the laces on my bodice. It falls to the floor, followed by my dress. I stand exposed, a chill running through me. I am paralyzed. I fall back slowly as he bids me to lie down on the quilt. The warmth and roughness of the lace is a sharp contrast to his smooth, yet cold flesh. He lies next to me, touching me, kissing me, exploring my body with his hands and mouth. I gasp and shiver as he touches my intimate places. He returns to my lips, and I part them for his soft tongue. I am consumed with desire; dueling with my own tongue to taste him, my hands touching him, wanting him, needing him. I pull him closer to me, on me and moan softly as he enters me. I am complete. My mind and body ride the waves of ecstasy as he moves inside me. I wrap myself around him, pulling him deeper. He whispers to me, his breath against my ear, his voice stealing my senses. Slowly his movements become more insistent, his kisses rougher. I throw my head back, and feel his mouth at my throat. As his body releases and mine quivers in the throes of our shared pleasure, I feel a pain, a piercing into my neck. My flesh tears and the blood flows from the wound. My mouth opens but makes no sound. The pain becomes numb, my mind lucid. I am helpless. I feel coldness seeping through me as my life warms his body. He lifts his head, and in the shadowed moonlight I can see his ruby-stained lips as he smiles. One last kiss, tasting what he has taken, and he pulls his warmth away from me. He leaves me, my lover, my demise. I close my eyes as the shadows fall. I no longer need the light. Let the darkness cover me. Disturbed Fanfic Page Copyright TMS2003   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)