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::~ A voice faded in and out of Rwalaer's sight of hearing, low and gentle. Opening her eyes into slits, she saw the blurry figure among her surroundings. The gentle voice still came to her as her vision repaired itself within her reawakening. A deep gurgle gagged the back of her throat, lurching to the edge on her right, throwing up a minimal amount of what seemed to be blood and black matter. The figure she saw had ran out of the room, and within seconds retrieved a dark cloth to her mouth, and behind it a bronze cup of some tranquil smelling liquid. Rwalaer sputtered as she drank, spewing the liquid past her lips to the floor along with what she had thrown up just before.

::~With only her faint senses, she knew Vaziru was by her side. His gentle nature could not go unnoticed at a time like this when pain bore inside her. Rwalaer lay back, her head turned to her lover. A small grin curved upon his lips as his body leaned overhead, the cloth he pressed against her neck. A gulp and whine of pain trained inside her throat, he brushed the cloth down her neck to the bottom of her rib-caged skin,"I'm sorry my dear, but this will pain some"Rwalaer turned to him with squinted eyes of pain, "I know."

::~A smile engraved itself into her lips with difficulty, the pain still overwhelming. The longer the pain continued, the more she thought, "That dream I had, it was a warning for my safety. Then why hadn't I paid attention to it when I woke all alone? Why must I have been so foolish to think Vaziru wouldn't take care of himself? He has me behind him, right? The other man, a carbon copy of my master, he deceived me. So it was really, Vaziru who grabbed my foot. He was defeated, and he didn't want the harm to come to me, but then why. Why then, was this other man so gentle to me, though to deceive me? I do not understand."" Rwalaer, you should be fine in the days to come, but for the child, I am not sure yet." Hi voice sounded solemn and worry-some.A distinct sense of confusion molded into her expression, "I'm sorry but, I'm not sure I heard right. It sounded like you said, the child.""Yes, the child inside you my dear." This information, he knew, shocked her."How am I with child, already?""It must have been during your cycle to reproduce, I could sense it within you. The crimson that lies in your veins pulsed more than any of the lust or want of sheer pleasure. You may have not realized this since you were an amateur, my mother had taught me things such as this before she," his voice nearly stuttered as he continued, "passed on."Rwalaer knew that from his voice, something had happened to his mother than just her "passing," she must have been killed, or died of a foreign bacterium. The more he pondered upon it, the more realistic it seemed. Nothing came to her mind of which she spoke, her own mother had not taught her anything of pregnancy. In the depth of memory, it made her realize that her own mother avoided the situations and conversations about her monthly, sex, and child birthing. Throughout Rwalaer 's entire life, he had never dreamed she would bare a child. It bewildered her even more to bare a child from a vampyre, a fantastical fiend of the night.Her lip made an "O" as he then spoke, I indefinitely did not know this, I was never taught such things. I shouldn't have come after you in the night then."Vaziru merely shook his head, "You didn't know any better, it was fine. I didn't know you'd wake, but then again you are an amazing creature to me."A precious smile appeared on both their lips as Rwalaer replied, "True, I had a disturbing dream, that is why I woke. I was in the wilderness alone and I was drawn to a large pond by the wind. Small Sakura looking petals surrounded me, making a path that lead to a tree producing them and the pond itself. There was a figure there whose silhouette looked of yours in the darkness. The figure became passionate with me so I thought it to be you, but I was mistaken." She turned and looked up at the ceiling, letting her smile dissipate. "But then he became violent and tore my flesh open to my stomach saying that my child would not live. Even after all that, he became a little more sensual with me and he said lastly while I was still in pain, you know I love you, don't you. I forgot about the entire dream as I woke and wondered my way to find you. When that man said something about loving me, I almost died inside. I knew then it wasn't you so I had to make a break for it to try to escape. Though it did not work, he found me again, became violent with my fragile body as you see now. But then he kissed me, and left me in utter confusion with who he is. Now that you saw I am with child, the dream had everything to do with what has happened. Does this happen with most of our kind?"Vaziru was babbled by her question, but he had a valid answer. " Yes, most of our clan has dreams that refer to our reality, such as the one you had. There is one I had about before the night I met you, and all I can say that the dream had less of a pleasurable ending than the real thing."She chuckled at his words. Rwalaer lip then began to ask him, "Who was that other man you were fighting, the one who looked, sounded, and even acted like you in every form?"He could not smile then for he knew she may not believe his words, but he had to be honest. Vaziru got comfortable and sat up by her side, closing his eyes with frustration. "The other man, he is my brother."

::~After his honest spoken words, Rwalaer did turn a surprising gaze onto him. Her lip quivered in the moment, the shock fuming their quiet masses. Rwalaer's breath became heavy, as if she worried about something more. Her unborn child might fall into a miscarriage from the conflict between his brother. She soon turned to him with a question, "I, wish for you to tell me about your brother."At this he held an emotionless face, staring at the far wall. "Azuro is his name, he is my elder twin. At anytime he could be my doppelganger, and when we were children it was quite useful. Our family was quite arrogant and thought highly of themselves and no other clan. So as juveniles we were quite mischievous and adored creating havoc with the family. Up until we became adults, we could not be separated. Azuro and I protected each other, and took the blame for one another's mistakes. Yet when it was time for us to mate, I had reject our ways and Azuro scorned me. I was then torn, I loved my family, but our ways of finding a mate were brutal. Believing in a more humanistic way of love and mating was more attractive to me than ours."Vaziru paused and looked to Rwalaer, he saw innocent curiosity within her eyes. He laid a hand on hers as it stayed by her side, she in return gripped his hand."To find a mate, we were to hunt for vampiric royal blood. The female must be seductive, full of lust and desire, and be of a high intelligence. The males would try and try their courting skills along with their natural suave behavior from one female to the next until they found the perfect mate. Then upon finding her, one must go through a trial of mixing the blood of royalties to make two as one. Unlike the human tradition of wedding bands and the taking of the last name, the females keep their clans name and add on their mates to the end to signify their loyalty and everlasting devotion."When he stopped, she turned and staggerly arose from the bed. Vaziru tried to stop her but in her own persistace, Rwalaer stood, her body vividly shaking. With her back turned, she clutched her sides and studdered as she spoke caressingly."So, why find a human such as myself? How could I be worthy of such royalty, skills, and divinity? I don't understand?"From behind he grasped her hand in his and turned Rwalaer to face him. Vaziru gazed up into those lavender marbles that swirled, glittered in complete symmetry. Upset, as they looked he made sure their eyes met, his crimson-like glare reflecting in hers. Though Vaziru did not force her to return to his side, the hand he held clasped gently."With honesty in itself, no vampiric loyalty, royalty even is not it the right for my expectations. The women of are kind, in this generation are snooty, self-centered, and care only for immediate members of the clan. I believe clan members, immediate or not, should deserve the same respect and dignity all around. I have notice that most humans contain this type of compassion that no fiend shall ever. The intellect creativity you hold, captivate my deathly heart, stirring warmth."In this he paused so that she could embrace his words. Although she seemed still, quite insecure about her lovers actions, Rwalaer was coming around to the truth. As these moments passed, Vaziru took her hand tighter in his as she settled by his side."The unique abilities that you hold, swept my nature into something I had never felt before. I knew you were all alone, family and friends distant. Though this is not how I was raised, this is why I have been cast out by my bullheaded brother, stuck to the old family traditions, and I observant and abstract in thought. Basically one of us thought inside the box, and the other outside. The family in which are still alive today are not all accepting of my unity with you, but they approve of my happiness and the fact the we will mate to produce offspring."Again he paused, not sure if she would accept the fact she was being used, yet loved all the same. If Vaziru's clan did not love her, he surely would and express how much he did.

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MidnightDarkness
15:20 Jul 12 2010

for years, i've been waiting for the rest of this story....

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::~ She did not see his body there, nor any sign that it had been there. Though in the course of her thought she viewed the edge of the bed, which had a darkened silk robe lying there. She crawled forward to the robe and put it on looking toward the balcony as she did. Rwalaer had remembered that Vaziru had left the doors open when they had come in for the evening, but in looking at them, there was a small patch of blood on the door on her right.

::~ Her feet brought her to the door as an almost faint less, odor covered the patch of dried blood. The aura from it was not sensed as familiar to her. She looked down at the floor below her and saw little droplets of blood trailing to the right edge of the balcony. Rwalaer followed the path with her eyes and saw a line of stairs declining to the forest floor. She had not noticed this before, but in her curiosity she followed the droplets down the steps. Each step she took down the stairs a cold, bone chilling shiver surged through her body. Upon reaching the grass below, the droplets came into pools, small ones at that, as she looked down the open path of trees.

::~ Rwalaers' thoughts were not as quick as her actions as she started following the spoor of unfamiliar blood. Only shortly after passing five of the closest oak trees did she sense familiar blood. This blood wasn't as vibrant as it once was, the last time she was with him. This time, no, this time it was fading, it was loosing life by the second. She paced herself as she sensed another rare, but slightly familiar blood in this mist.

::~ She swiftly ran, but was wary of what was about to happen next, and of what was coming before her. As she neared in upon the living beings Rwalaer saw the dark outlining of a building. It was close to the resemblance of a barn, but it was abandoned as Rwalaer did not inquire the aura of any livestock. She was at a brisk walk now as she heard a clash of glass breaking. In that same instant the roof of the barn collapsed and Rwalaer covered her mouth in shock.

::~ Forgetting that she wanted to make her journey slow, she ran towards the barn looking for a door. She reached the front of the barn and saw that it had opened by force, and there were blood splatters and deep nail scratches into the wood. Her instinct of compassion for the ones she cared about took over her body as she rushed into the barn. Rwalaer looked around the old barn and saw a silhouette of a man standing above a fallen figure. In an instant she knew who the man standing was, Vaziru.

::~ Only in happiness did her feet carry herself to him, but something was wrong. The glare he had toward her was hateful and ravished and this scared her. She suddenly tripped from something that had grabbed onto her. In time, Rwalaer had caught herself and knew that her arms breaking the fall would bruise. She looked up to Vaziru as he bent down to see here, looking her in the eyes. His have coveted her chin as she looked up into his eyes, though a slight gray maroon, still were handsome on him. He bared his fangs and snarled, looking down Rwalaer 's body to the hand that had grabbed her. Dropping her chin slowly, but lurched forward fast enough to slash deep into the hand that gripped at her ankle.

::~ The semi-familiar scent of the being faded reluctantly as a low howl of pain passed thought him. Vaziru quickly tossed Rwalaer to the side as he gabbed a match and lit it. He threw it onto the figures body and turned his back upon it. His hand lurched out and grabbed Rwalaer's wrist, standing her straight up. She looked up into his eyes with fear, more than anything as his aura was still filled with hate. Vaziru's glare became less sharp as he could feel it within him, the fierceness of his anger, and how it scarred her so.

::~ A weakness came over his eyes in seeing here this way for the first time. She turned her head away from his gaze, trying to turn her body that way as well. His hand pushed gently on her face, turning it towards him, but her eyes were still distant from his. He knelt down to look up into her eyes, and in doing so he saw a small tear run down left cheek. Vaziru spoke with worry and gentleness in his voice, "You know I love you," he paused, rising and bringing her chin up, "don't you?"

::~ A streak of vast fear surged through her body as she pushed him away. His arm stretched out to her and all she saw was a deadened claw reaching for her. She threw her hand at it, smacking his hand away as she turned and ran out the barn. Rwalaer did not want to turn back, her fear was too great, and in her reaction she tripped again. The time that she fell she saw that it was an out-grown root that weaved from in, out, and then into the ground again. Her eyes closed in the pain that she might have a broken ankle and tried to sit up to numb the pain.

::~Without noticing another being before her, something clamped at her throat, bringing her perpendicular with the ground. She started to suffocate with its' nails pinching into the skin to her throat. Her low yelps of pain were futile among the habit less forest. In her attempts to even try to identify the figure, she could only see the red glow in his eyes and his thoughts that said, "Where do you think you are going young one? Only to place, my voice, through thought to you. This whisper will leave my mark forever in you mind. Never cross me or even think about leaving me again you worthless broad. You aren't worth killing this time, maybe when you work up the strength you'll be worth it."His grip tightened upon her fragile throat as she was loosing consciousness. Rwalaer knew she would be hurt greatly the next day, if she even woke to see the flicker of Vaziru's candles again. The man gripped harder and ripped her throat open. The blood ran down the front veiling her right breast, and down the back as it soaked the satin robe she was wearing loosely. He laid her down by the arm until she had come flatly on her back. In leaning forward to place her down, he lowered his head and lapped up some of the blood, which was still quite moist. He placed his bloody lips upon hers as she blacked out.

::~ Vaziru swiped his nail swiftly across the skin of his neck as it then started to bleed. He pried her mouth open and placed her fangs upon the cut of his neck. Her teeth clamped into his skin, her fangs digging deep into the cut. Her lips pressed onto his skin as she drank from him weakly. He held his hand to the back of her head to force her into feeding more of him. Her drinking was still slow and gradual but savored ever bit of his blood, not letting a drop roll down his olive skin.

::~ Rwalaer's drinking became more gradual and full of pace as she brought a hand up to the other side of his neck. Vaziru opened his eyes hopeful to see her wonderful eyes sometime soon. Her hand felt slightly cold upon his neck as she gripped it gently. He placed his fingers into her hair feeling the soft silkiness of each strand. This had seemed to calm him as he rhythmically stroked her hair. She had stopped her feeding then as she went to lick wound upon his neck. Her hand removed itself from his neck as it left a soft, moistened patch upon skin.

::~ Rwalaer suddenly collapsed her motion and fell into the hard wooded floor. There was a slight jerk in her neck as it cocked back shortly after she hit the floor. Vaziru went to her side and lifted her head up gently making sure she wasn't hurt. Her head did not feel bruised but there was a slight knot it the side where it had hit the floor. He thought, "A four foot fall would put a knot but not too big to hurt her. Why? What happened to her that would make her convulse so violently? This, this has never happened before and I... I don't know what is wrong, or what is wrong with, he paused, with me. I don't want to hurt her again, I cannot hurt her again."

::~ Soon after the accident Rwalaer woke up in Vaziru's bed with his hand clamping hers. She saw him; his head was low in grief it seemed as e sat in a chair next to her side. He looked up as he saw her move slightly, as her eyes stared at him in concern. A small smile curved upon his lips, as the tears he had cried seemed to clear away. As she started to turn around to sit up, Vaziru tried to speak but couldn't. She sat up and pulled his hand to her chest as her other hand came under his chin. A scent pulled them closer as their lips touched gently in a soft kiss, they both started to rise.

::~ In standing Rwalaer pulled away from him and looked intently into his eyes. As Vaziru looked back, caught in her gorgeous eyes, she dropped her dress letting it fall to the floor. He smiled and removed his shirt with ease as she slid down his pants. Sakumi climbed into his bed as he soon followed her, getting her on her back. "Are you alright, Rwalaer?""Yes," she lifted a hand to his face, "I am well."He smiled, "I am glad." He them moved his head over and kissed the palm of her hand.She closed her eyes as Vaziru came down and kissed her neck softly. A giggle came soft and high pitched from her throat as she said, "Love, stop it." Her cheeks became a bright shade of pink."Stop what dearest? This?" He continued to kiss her neck, tickling it with his tongue."Yes Vaziru, that.""I see." He kissed down the sensualness of her skin, past her breast to the curve of his hips. From there he kissed, then letting his tongue pass through his lips to her skin. "Not tonight my love." she said with a soft tone.He smiled, "Yes, my mistress."

::~Vaziru slipped up next to Rwalaer and rolled onto his back. She lay beside him, her head rolled upon his chest, looking up into his eyes. He pulled the covers over them and ran his fingers through her hair. Rwalaer closed her eyes in happiness and started to fall asleep soundly. His hand moved from the strands of her hair to the softness of her back and finally around her waist. The long, firm fingers swayed up and down her spine as he soon fell asleep next to the warmth of her body.

::~ A grey haze fading into a picture of black and white surrounded Rwalaer as she looked up into the stars. Alone on this night, but not worried or fearing at all, she embraced it. The breeze came across her face soft and lapping. The strands of her hair were bound into loose curls by the thickness of her hair as a whole. The misty smell of fresh water from the lake far west winded around her. From the near blooming trees with new grown petals wind around her in the same spiral like a dance. The dance soon brought on a scent of a sweet but fresh distinct smell of falling blood.

::~ This aroused Rwalaers' senses as she rose to her feet, following the path towards the west. In drawing closer to the lake and facing the wind itself, she became more aware and wary of her surroundings. As she looked beyond the small tree with falling, florescent coral colored petals, there was a figure at the waters edge. The moons light had given the figure its' silhouette of the night. The figure, though slender, had a muscular build and smelled to Rwalaer as a man.

::~A gust blew low and silent, but enough to send slow shivers down her spine. Rwalaer continued to walk toward this mysterious man at the lakes edge. In looking toward the water, it had seemed to be calm and not stirred by the current of the wind. Then shortly after a rotten scent plunged into her nostrils. The tree before her started to rot and die away slowly. The petals dimmed into the color of mud and had burst into a blue flame on top of the tree. The petals scattered around that area popped into smaller blue flames as well as the ones that had blown onto the water.

~:: Rwalaer 's strut slowed as she came to a halt at the base of the tree. The figure turned toward her and grabbed her hands in one motion. His arms pulled her close to the coldness of his body looking down into the vague color of her eyes. This startled her as one of his large, deathly cold hands came under her chin. A fear came over her, as her eyes widened not yet knowing who this stranger was. The markings that Rwalaer sensed were that of Vaziru. He must have sensed her calming as he moved down and pressed his lips upon hers gently.

::~ This kiss was only short lasted as he pulled away letting her thoughts linger. His hands came on top of hers laying there, coming across her waist to the center of her belly. In a swift movement he turned and placed himself behind Rwalaer. He then pressed his hand across her stomach and breathed heavily onto her neck. His tongue ran up her neck lankily as his lips touched her ear. A hissing in his voice came as he said, " You child will not live today."

::~The nails dug sharp, swift, and heavy into Rwalaers' stomach as she then gasped in pain. The faint crying of a newborn lingered in her ears. Tears streamed down her cheeks cold and un-lively. She knew she was dying and the pain, so much was unpleasant but enough to where her eyes would not close. She did not figure until he spoke deep and ragged that it was not her lover. To fathom herself kissing him shamed her greatly as her eyes closed slowly, knowing she was close to death. In a low whisper he came to her ear, slowly setting her down, "You know I love you, don't you?"

::~ A feeble whisper came to Rwalaer in the darkness of her sleep. She opened her eyes as it did so and sat up in the bed. When she bent over in the bed slightly, she felt the pain she had had in the dream. She started breathing heavily as her throat was swelled from the thought of a child within her dieing. She whisked up a cough and coughed strenuously, covering her mouth, avoiding contact with any incoming air. Her throat had then seemed cleared as she looked to her left where Vaziru lay.

Lies In The Mist(UNDER CONSTRUCTION RP)

Current mood: pleased

Category: Writing and Poetry





::~ A young woman named Rwalaer is a very attractive young artist in this day and age. Her hair yet dark is also a silky and wavy chestnut in the light of the sun. She seemed to have a very athletic and slender figure but also had wonderful curves. At the age of 21 she seems to have been alone her entire life, had never had a boyfriend even in school at Taylor County High. She has always had an interest in the opposite gender just was never the most confident as a teenager, though she was a very defined young girl in high school. Around her friends she was very social but around boys she liked was very shy, and never did a boy ask her out at all. Rwaaler had been a loner most of her life and she liked it like that but, on occasion wanted some action and adventure in her life. Though with all the quite time she had, she had time to catch up on readings of her favorite novels as well as work on some artwork to advance upon her gift. In remembering her past she thought she might go out tonight and chill at her favorite place, she had not been there in ages or just stay at home as usual.



..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />::~Rwalaer was rarely seen with friends, none the less even loved ones these days. She lived very far from her family and friends at home, but became distant after a while and never returned their calls unless she had the time. She had not even considered making new friends because of how busy she was on a daily basis and just decided to hang out by herself when ever possible. Rwalaer may have worked at home but she was always busy with her work in her studio, and even though it was quite she did stop on occasion to read. She was pretty happy with her life with not really any cares, no worries, and just living a free woman's life. It seemed to bother her none as she lived her life peacefully and distancing herself from travesty. It had been a while since she had left the house other than to get her groceries, gas, and appointments she had made. Rwaler decided to make plans for later that evening to go out and clear her mind away from home.



::~Rwalaer ready for her Friday night to begin gradually prepares herself for the night. She decides to wear a pair of tight black jeans and a red lacy top to look casual yet sexy and adoring. As she walks out the door she decides to take the long way to her favorite pub. While walking through a park, feeling the cool breeze on this warm night stops and closes her eyes taking it in and letting it crawl onto her sensitive skin. While standing there something strikes her senses, she hears a slight rustle to the left of her. Swiftly Rwalaer turned around and stays still for a moment, looking around alertly, but all she sees are the trees swaying in the wind. So she continues on her way sauntering, enjoying the moment, and feeling her stress slowly drift away as the moon above her shines full. She sings sweetly to herself one of her favorite song as she continues walking to calm her nerves taking in the nature of the park, the trueness of the scene.



::~Finally reaching the pub, instead of going in the entrance Rwalaer took a left down an alley to get one last breath of fresh air. Then suddenly a deep soothing voice came from behind her and saying, "Excuse me ma'am." As she turned to face the voice she saw a large figure in black. Stunned Rwalaer couldn't say a word, only lowering her head in amazement. The figure lifted her head up by cupping her chin lightly letting her look into the darkness within the hood of his cloak. He slowly ran a hand up her arm, caressing the softness of her skin. Gradually moving across her almost bare chest and up the neck. Stroking his hand through Rwalaer 's hair as she closes her eyes in comfort. He took his hood down while her eyes were still closed, and bends over and starts kissing down her neck. The texture of his lips were arousingly gently, she felt as if she could do nothing but enjoy this sensation. Then suddenly Rwalaer felt a sharp, piercing pain in her shoulder, feeling herself wanting to scream in pain but only in gasps as no one could hear. Shortly afterwards she had fainted and fell into a deep sleep and fades quickly into the darkness of her dreams.



::~She woke up, started rubbing her neck, and felt two wholes punctured into her skin. While getting up to stretch she looked around the room and saw a door. She slowly rose from the bed and walked towards the door, her feel on the frozen like wood upon the floor. Reaching out with a hand, touching the brass knob, feeling the engravings upon it as she turned it and opened the door alertly. Upon it fully opening she saw that it was a bathroom with a tub that had a shower nozzle above it and skink as of an older age. Rwalaer was amazed at how well it all worked out in this old century room as she moved to the tub. Turning on the water to take a shower, then disrobing her cloths. She looks at her complexion in the half steamed window, the two puncture marks had disappeared and her skin had become more of an olive as well as soft to the touch, it seemed flawless. Shakes it off as she leads herself into the flowing of warming wetness of the nozzle. Standing lazily as the water fell like rain onto her as it flowed steadily, streaming down her body gradually. The water is soothing, slowly calming her nerves as her nipples become erect from the streams of heat. Rwalaer grabs a bar of soap and lathers it up into her hands and guides the bar along her breasts, grazing her nipples feeling a sensation flow steadily through her body. The suds wash away and flow over her skin until hitting the floor of the tub and sink rapidly into the drain. She soon turns the nozzle to off, grabbing a towel as she steps lightly out of the top onto the dark ceramic tiling.



::~ Rwalaer padding herself dry within the steamy bathing room and sees a succulent purple and black velvet corset mesh with lace as well as a skirt of the same material and shade. There were no tags to determine the size so she takes it into the room she had awoken in. She hadn't noticed the intricate details of the room until she returned laying the clothing atop the silk sheets. The sheets were deep velvet red in which match the cover sheets beneath it. Black velvety curtains had securely covered the windows, though without even closely viewing you could tell it was still in the eve. While starting to dress herself she continues to look around the room, gazing at the 17th century decor in awe. With Rwalaer fully dressed she decides to take her chances and wonder around, taking in this new place.



::~At first she slowly opened the door and looked up and down the extravagantly decorated halls. Rwalaer noticed right away that the halls were decorated the same as within the room she awoke in. She looked down the left of the hallway and saw a light so she decided to look around a bit at this new place. As she reached the way of the light she noticed that is was a chandelier, a gargantuan one at that hanging from the high ceiling. The light was dimmer than what her eyes had shown her but she didn't take that into consideration as her eyes drew lines across the black satin ribbon hanging and weaving through this elegant chandelier, which made it even more than elegance its self. In stepping upon the steps they felt cold yet with a soft and clean feeling. Rwalaer placed her hand upon the railing as it felt the same, black as the ceramic tiling but with a much different feeling. This feeling felt such as marble did, she thought as she closed her eyes guiding herself to the bottom of the staircase. As she reached the last step onto the carpeting her feet fell upon them lightly feeling the texture of it. It felt as soft as fur from a wolf but almost as invisible as air itself. As she walked toward a room with open doors she felt herself weightless, gliding across it.



::~ Rwalaer viewed the room and the first thing that caught her eye was the dining table. It was made of a dark almost cherry type wood with very intricate detailing. Before she looked up she saw a pair of black shoes as she felt a soft delicate hand cup her chin. While her head was being lifted up slowly Rwalaer 's eye wondered over his body and clothing. He was tall with tight black leather pants and a long sleeved button up black shirt. His hair was amazingly silver, not grey like most elderly people, as well as straight without a tangled hair. It came to below his waist and as she looked hard it seemed to sway slightly as if it was in the wind. His body was slender and defined; she was almost hypnotized by it as soon as she came to his shoulders. They were muscular but still even small, although the bones of his inner shoulder leading to his neck protruded just a bit. Upon reaching his face it was matching the slenderness of his body, and the structure of it was in define in with his eyes and cheeks. His eyes were a similar color to his hair but were more of a silver-ish green in which Rwalaer gazed into deeply.



::~"I am Vaziru, and in time you will know everything." Rwalaer continued to share deeply into Vaziru's glazy eyes as he said these words. His voice was clear, deep, and powerful, but was smooth and suave to her ears compared to when they had met mysteriously that evening. He leaned in slowly to kiss her, kissing her softly against those tender lips, and she could do nothing about it. Rwalaer was in somewhat of a trance from both his words and body language, his kiss was sensual yet seductive for her first kiss, and never wanting it to end. She fell deep into thought as he unlocked himself from her, as her eyes opened slowly and thinning even more. He takes her hand firmly saying," Come my dear Rwalaer, we have much to speak of." His hand was light like the rest of his skin and was soft, softer than any had she had touched before. She gripped his hand and followed him back through in which the way she came to the dining hall from the bedroom she awoke in. They walked through a few twists and turns until he stopped at a door with deep engravings into the dark wood of the door. Vaziru grabbed slowly toward the bronze handles upon the door as she watched him in worry and anticipation.



::~As the door swung open slowly, Rwalaer could hear it, the wholeness of the wood and heaviness of the door. It swung past her and one slight breeze past by her as it blew her hair caringly. Vaziru had let go of her hand and let her follow him by her own guidance. She walked in slowly and sat upon the large Victorian sheets upon this bed and looked around the room in curiosity. The room of which Rwalaer awoke in had the exact same decor as the one she was in now, but the difference was a mirror patches of candles that had been lit, and a mirror above a dark wooded vanity. She looked toward Vaziru as he stood in front of the mirror configuring his hair with his long fingers. She suddenly closed her eyes and imagined those fingers running through her hair as she had felt them upon her chin. His touch was so delicate as now she longed to feel it again and again over, upon her skin, all over her body. Rwalaer thought to herself with her eyes still shut and then wondered if where she was now, if everything she had encountered was just a dream, a sweet hallucination. Was she actually at the bar staring vacantly at the drink she had ordered but not known it and was daydreaming of this?



::~ Rwalaer suddenly felt a cold hand come across her face as she opened her eyes and looked up. Vaziru looked down at her with his soft eyes and said, "My dear Rwalaer, this is not a dream."She stared deeply into his eyes wondering how he knew what her name as he spoke again, "Thou hast gain powers humans will never develop." She thought shortly upon this and knew that he was right in saying this. Rwalaer had realized that she did feel different but none weaker than before, she even could say stronger than she used to be. He was quite right in saying this as she had took it into great consideration as well as her feelings upon this change. She thought of the change it would bring to her life, but for some reason it went to the back of her mind for later thought. This moment with Vaziru was almost even considerably un-describable.



::~His hand slid under her chin as he knelt down to her looking back into Rwalaer 's illuminated eyes. Vaziru leaned forward slowly and kissed her tender lips softly not forcing her to kiss him but enough to make her feel comfortable with him. He unlocked his lips from hers and stood up, as her gaze rose as he did. Stripping from his shirt Rwalaer lowered her eyes to his chest and abs staring at his lanky yet muscular torso. He was muscular and ripped as well as thin, but looked healthy as well. Unknowingly she moved her hand slowly to his abs, feeling how hard they were, how it felt as full in muscle as he slit his arm. The blood started to run slowly down as he offered his arm to her as she looked up partially concerned to him. Vaziru nodded and she moved to his arm slowly, drinking his blood little by little, feeling the pulses she had never felt before. Rwalaer drank it slowly as it gushed down her throat, hot and sweet to her tongue. ::~He called to her as she drank, "Miss Rwalaer, stop drinking from me you have had enough for the time being." Rwalaer stopped and felt this power in his voice, within the nerves of his body, this certain power that seemed to have totally control over her as he had called to her. She felt as if she was under his control, his power, and he was her dominance and she her submissive but she wasn't quite sure just yet. ::~ Rwalaer looked up to him as he places his hand softly under her chin again. She looked up and began to rise but something made her stop, a sense in her nerves stopped her. Vaziru knelt down and kisses her neck softly down in a line as he came to the upper curve of her breasts and stopped kissing her skin. He moves down and kissed her inner thigh as she became tense and confused, as he then spoke, "My lady Rwalaer, you may calm yourself down, I will not do anything to hurt you or cause you uncomfort."



::~She suddenly felt herself release her tension as he continued to kiss her thigh passionately, taking her soft exuberant skin into care. Vaziru reached up and pulled the skirt from her and threw it aside as he continued to move closer to her warmth, kissing her skin. Rwalaer trembled slightly as his nose rubbed against her satin panties, sniffing the sweetness of her. Rwalaer was slightly startled and flinched looking down at him as he slid off her panties and kissed her warmth. She rolled her head back and sighed softly sounding closely to a moan as he started to nibble upon her. He plunged his tongue deep insider her, and slowly as she gasped slightly moving her hands to the outside of her thighs. This new feeling as his tongue rolled inside her was her ecstasy, it was pleasure she felt moaning softly.



::~Vaziru loved the sound of her moans, as it gave him excitement he began to move his tongue more swiftly within her. Rwalaer moaned more as she leaned back against the mattress of the bed, scraping her legs with her nails. He receded his tongue from her as he then kissed the lips of her warmth tenderly. Vaziru lifted up slightly, moving towards her chest but stopping with his head just above her breasts. Rwalaer leaned up against her elbows as his lips momentarily touched the curve of her right breast. His right hand reached up to the outside of her thigh and caressed it with the softness of his hand. Vaziru moved both his hands upon ribbons of her corset that held it together, untying it as he then kissed both the upper curves of her breasts.



::~When the ribbons were all untied he removed the corset and threw it aside with Rwalaer 's other pieces of clothes. Vaziru started to kiss the plumpness of her near perfect breasts as she holds his head lightly to them. He kissed and slightly licked up to her neck and grazed his fangs against the tenderness of her skin. Then again slowly up her neck as he nibbled on her ear softly, gently breaking the skin and licking up the little dribble of blood. Vaziru took one hand to his pants as he continued sucking upon Rwalaer 's ear lobe gently. He slid off his leather pants with ease and let the fall to the floor as his manhood slightly grazed her thigh. She opened her eyes slightly as she felt him pulse against her skin and lifted up her head as he spoke, "My dear Rwalaer, you must be relaxed if you shall want this."She replied, "Yes My Lord, I want this."



::~ Rwalaer laid her head back down and partially spread her legs a bit more as he moved closer into her. Vaziru trust gently into her warmth as he could tell it was the first time for her and he wanted to make it soft and delicate for her. With each thrust he could feel her constrict around his manhood, but which she was also becoming wetter as he moved into her. Rwalaer did not know this feeling while she moan softly as he moved slow and gently in her. She felt him move in and out of her with more pace and strength while all her nerves upon her skin trembled in pleasure. He kisses up and down her neck and nibbling as he thrust gently into her, feeling her wrap around his manhood.



::~With each thrust, which seemed to move quicker and harder into her, Rwalaer met with warm soft moans. This was almost enough to drive Vaziru crazy with passion for her as her moans sparked something inside him. He could tell she wanted him as he had so wanted her that moment that they met on the evening of last. He moves his lips from her neck down to her breasts that were so firm. Vaziru kissed them caressingly as his lips seemed to part for his tongue to slide onto her skin. It moved down gracefully down to her nipple and moved in a circular motion around it making it slightly more erect than it was. Rwalaer raised her hand to the back of his head as he did this, feeling the softness of his hair as he made all nerves within her body coil.



::~Vaziru sucked gently on her as he grew up to a tender bite, which seemed to drive her even crazier when thrusting into her. He knew she craved for him as he nails came down across his back. Rwalaer 's nails teared the skin upon his back letting the blood rise past the skin and feeling it mesh into his hair with her hands. She rose up and bit his neck fear sly as the blood gushed hot and sweet down her throat, driving his to thrust even more. His pace rose and the adrenaline in his body rushed through his veins as the dominance within gained total power of his body. Rwalaer was nearly forced back into complete submission as she bit her lip, breaking the skin. Vaziru leaned down and kissed her tenderly letting himself savor the taste of her divine blood running his tongue into her mouth. She played roughly with his tongue, tasting her own blood as his thrusts became almost relentless for them both.



::~Vaziru lurched back and moaned as Rwalaer did in their maximum orgasmic attempts for pleasure. The cum with him was building up inside as he heard her thoughts within his head. He could hear her succulent voice saying how much she wanted him and that she wanted him now. He droved deeper inside moving at a pace pleasurable unimaginable as she met her tender soft moans with his deep grunts. He knew he owned her, as Rwalaer knew she was his for all eternity as he released himself into her. They both moan almost melodically in complete pleasure as she finally came with him.



::~ He settled his head down to her chin and kissed it softly with her eyes shut securely. Rwalaer opened her eyes slowly and smiled as he kissed up to her lips. She kissed him passionately as he still lay in her, with her nails dug into his pale olive skinned back. He groaned softly as he slowly receded from the inside her. As Rwalaer 's fingers traced the lines of much less upon his back she could not feel and wounds or even sores. She figured this was one of the powers, an enhancement, that Vaziru had spoken of earlier. She watched him alertly as he slid out of her and lay next to her in his silk covered bed. Rwalaer rolled over on her side and laid her head on his chest and a hand next to it. Vaziru stroked her hair softly as he pulled the covers up over them both and said, "Sleep my dear Rwalaer, fore you deserve the rest. Tomorrow there will be more to come, but lets not worry about it now." Rwalaer felt in total bliss from his touch and of being by the side of someone who seemed to care deeply for her. She closed her eyes gently as they were heavy and fell into a deep sleep with him by her side.



::~It was dark and cold within the vision of her mind as Rwalaer opened her eyes. Her eyes seemed to see blurry within the dim room as she tired to look around. She fixed her eyes to her surroundings as they became clear to her eyes. Her hands felt around the bed and there was empty space. Vaziru must have gotten up and left her to sleep soundly she thought. She sat up and stretched upon the bed as she then rubbed her eyes, pushing away the sleepiness of her eyes. Then a thought came over her, it seems kind of confusing how this whole ordeal has happened. He seemed so caring, gently with me this past day, it makes me wonder why he was this way with me. I am confused at how he could be this way towards me and has only just met me, made me his. He let me freely to be his and to go if I didn't want to stay, but knew she couldn't leave. I want to know more of this culture, of this vampiric race. Maybe it wont be so bad here with him, but on the next evening I will need a few things from home.



::~ Rwalaer slowly slid out of bed searching for her cloths but could not find what she had worn the night before. There was a pair of tight, deep black jeans and a blood red, almost maroon, tight tank that laid upon the end of his bed. She didn't notice them there before when she was looking around the bed and not finding Vaziru there. As she slipped into her clothing they had seemed to fit her just right, even though the top might have been a little revealing. She looked into the vast mirror, that Vaziru was looking into the night before, and viewed herself a little bit.



::~ Rwalaer saw almost something new in her body's reflection shown in the mirror. She was slightly more slender, her skin as elegantly olive as Vaziru's, and her breasts, they had seemed to grow since after her shower the morning before. Nothing else had changed that she saw but the fangs that had grown from her canines. Other than the changes, Rwalaer was content with her appearance and knew that she would not seem the same bodily again.



::~She began to walk out the door as a slow breeze brushed against her face and hair. This seemed to have felt good as her hair brushed back just slightly, her eyes closing half way. Rwalaer viewed the hall way as it had seemed the same as when Vaziru took her down to his room. She guessed it was around mid-day but wasn't quite sure as she sauntered down the hallway to the stair casing. The marble stair casing was almost icy to the touch under her sensitive feet. It felt good as the breeze had earlier and she remembered that it was a big door in which she had opened. She traced her steps into the dining hall in which she had met Vaziru for the first time face to face.



::~ Rwalaer continued to walk slowly to and around the vast table, as there was no one there as she had expected. Deciding in looking around a little more and getting familiar in this house of his. There was a large dark oak door with roses engraved into it. There were two large ones carved near the top with their stems connected with the stems of smaller roses with darkened thorns. This was something she had not seen before or even smelt either. This was true, the door smelt like roses, which had been dripped upon by morning dew. The odor spread around like a whispering coil of smoke.



::~Her hand reached for the tattered brass handles, letting the depth of the door itself swing open with grace. The fragrance had past through her pores and into the strands of her hair blowing it behind her shoulders. Rwalaer walked in warily was the doors shut behind her, frightening her slightly. Then it lightly rose up and illuminated the book casing along the walls. The walls were about twenty feet tall at the least, and every inch was covered in what seemed to be novels, journals, spell books, potion books, even little slips of paper, maybe as notes. There seemed to also be a second leveling for the availability to walk, but as she looked up more it seemed that the base of the flooring was glass.



::~A cool whisper of a voice could be heard in echoes as she stood near the center of this library or study. Rwalaer decided to follow the voice but then only lead in silence as she took a step towards the eastward wall. An arm began to wrap itself around the left side of Rwalaer 's waist as she took her second step nearer the bookcase. The fingertips of what seemed to be a large yet soft hand stroked up from her wrist to the curve of her shoulder. Breath became hot and moist to the left of her neck as she closed her eyes gently. The hand rose to her neck, the fingertips glided up and placed them there. Her head rose up slightly, her eyes still closed in anticipation, as breezy wisp flew to her ear lobe. A smooth voice then came close saying, "You like this, don't you my dearest?"



::~She nodded her head slowly as she knew now who had snuck up on her. Vaziru pulled away from her letting her pleasure disperse for the moment. Rwalaer opened her eyes, lowered her head, and crossed her arms across her chest in grace. As she turned to face him, her lips curved beautifully into a smile, and she glanced at him that moment. Her smile seemed to make him smile back at her and it made her cheeks flush a bit red. He held his right hand out to her serenely as she reached out with her own to grasp his. His touch was gentle as hers soft, then pulling her securely into his arms.



::~The free arm Vaziru had went around to the small of her back as he let the one holding her hand to move up to her face. Rwalaer laid her face against his hand as she felt the pulse within his body. His hands were fridge but that was replace by the trance his touch had over her. She leaned forward and laid her head on his shoulder, letting her eyes close in comfort. His hand moved through her hair, his fingers tracing through it like water. She felt in close care with him, thinking this as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.



::~ Rwalaer let go from his embrace and walked toward the bookshelf as he only stood there, gazing at her. She asked, "Vaziru, What are all these books here? I would like to start learning your culture, our culture.""The books you see here are my life's work. There are the places I have traveled, the lives I've lived, the enemies I have fought, and the loves I have lost. This here also includes things such as witchery, the use of witchcraft and other uses of options and fantasy like relations," he paused momentarily, "There are also animals here in our world that you may have read as myth but are undoubtedly true, such as the dragons." His response was as calming as Rwalaer had hoped. "When will you teach me of these things, your life and the relations of this world that I live in now?" Rwalaer asked this without hesitation, looking to him in almost confusion and curiosity.Vaziru smiled saying, "Tomorrow we will start on brewing whether it be cooking or potions. I will teach you some of the most finest ways I have learned to make these brews." He stopped and looked at the expression on her face as he finished drawing a question over his face. "Rwalaer, my love, I believe you have something to ask?""Yes," she said this in almost a spontaneous reaction, " May I retire to my home in which I lived before to gather up a few items if I plan on staying here for a while?"



::~He said this gently not trying to pry as he walked toward her," You may." He placed his hand under her chin and caressed it slightly. His hand rose to meet hers and held it up as he leant down and kissed it caringly. With the hand that was placed on her chin he moved to a pocket in his tight pants. Vaziru then seemed to pull out a ring, which seemed to surge out with energy, placing it on Rwalaer 's left ring finger. He spoke once more, " Kiss the stone upon this ring before you fall asleep today and when you wake up you will be in your home. To return here," his arms moved out displaying the area of his home, "You will need to kiss the ring again as you fall asleep in the bed that you own. To bring things back to this household, place them in the bed with you as you fall asleep, and when you return those items will be here. If you cannot find them I will tell you where they are in this house of mine."Rwalaer asked warily, "Are you sure? You are giving me free time to roam as I wish and do as I wish before I return or even if I may return at all."Vaziru nodded, "I am sure my dear."



::~Refusing to say a word, he then kissed her forehead and went out of the study. She left the room shortly after him, looking to find that he had swiftly gone. The trip up to her room was slow and drag full as she knew that he didn't like the idea but accepted her going. When she got up to her room she de-robed and slide into bed. Her heart was pulsing and her mind racing over what she had asked him. Rwalaer knew she wanted her things there so she wouldn't have to leave him, but then again she also knew it broke his feelings for her. In her mind she knew he cared for her deeply and didn't want to let her go, though she did not ever think of sharing her life with a vampire as a vampire as well. She gave up her thoughts to think of them another day as she kissed the black stone on the ring. Soon afterwards she fell asleep, still with thoughts in her head of him.



::~It was bright to her eyes as Rwalaer woke up that next morning. She rubbed her eyes vigorously clearing her vision as well as the eye buggers. The sun felt warm and soft upon her skin, she had so missed sun and how it felt. To find herself in the black dress she wore the few evenings before had bewildered her. Now she didn't give it a second thought as she hopped out of bed and stretched, looking out of the satin like curtains in her room. As she began to look around her room for the things she wanted to bring back, they were all sitting there, at the foot of her bed. This intrigued and surprised Rwalaer that this would happen but then again she never really left her room in the first place.



::~Her guitar, which she called Reigh, the laptop she used for writing and recording, her journal, and all of her equipment of the canvas. All of the equipment included paint, drawing utensils, and artwork in which she had finished. Nothing had really changed she thought as she started to wonder around her house. The only difference that could be noticed was the dust on top of her furniture. Rwalaer didn't even try to look in her pantries, the fridge, or even the freezer because she had not gone to the store in ages so she knew they would be empty none-the-less.



::~ Rwalaer headed to her closet and tried on all of her different styles of clothing to see if any other them fitted her or not as well as if they caught her interest. Everything has stayed the same, all her clothes fit but the tops were a bit snug because of the increase of her breasts. Her bras however seemed to fit to her interest better than usual and she was satisfied. All of her dark clothing was kept and placed in a suitcase and set under the covers in her bed. Everything else was placed fine and fitted into her bed so that she had enough room to lie that night.



::~In heading her way to the bathroom she noticed something that felt awkward to her mouth. Rwalaer was curious to she checked her teeth in the mirror. As it had seemed, her fangs were gone and they became the regular canines that they were before. Though it did not seem so strange to her that things in her body changed quickly without so much notice that it had happened, it did seem odd. Since Rwalaer was used to change and weird things happening she just let it go and headed for her small bookshelf. Most of her novels had been about vampires so she thought that she would ask Vaziru about them and see where that would take her in her studies.



::~Though it may have seemed like a short day to her, she was just to busy looking through her things that she forgot the time. It was past eight o'clock when she checked her watch next to the desk. The stereo she had, she knew that it would never be used but that she didn't want to sell the house or even anything in it. It would be a get away or a hide out for the rest of her life, for all eternity. It did make her happy as she ran her emotions through her head sliding into bed. Rwalaer seemed to thing a lot or well relatively over night before she fell asleep most nights. This was her farewell to her home as she kissed the stone upon her ring and laying her head don that night. Her eyes fell heavier than the evening before and her sleep seemed more peaceful, more than just sleep.



::~The eyes opened up into the darkness of the next day and it seemed as though nothing would change. Rwalaer saw the decor of the room and knew she was back with Vaziru again. There seemed to be a pair of doors next to the bathroom door that she had not noticed before. Wither her curiosity she slid swiftly out of the bed and walked to the door. She took a deep breath before turning the handle and opening it alertly. As the door passed her arm span she opened her eyes and saw clothes, all lined up in order from their types. It was from casual to elegant and she saw that there were also a few outfits that she had not recognized.



::~One outfit had caught her eye for some particular reason and she took it out with the hanger and viewed it up and down. It was a strapless evening gown covered in an all red material, which Rwalaer had never felt before. There was a chain of lavender colored roses upon the dark blood red material. From the bust to the waist it fitted like a corset but from the waist down it seemed to fluff out. With her stature and size it would trail the flooring only slightly, just covering her feet. Within the tie of this dress was a note on near tarnished paper, someone like a piece of parchment. She picked up the note, setting the dress delicately onto the bed. The note read:To my dear lady,Miss Rwalaer, it has been four days since you left for your home and I have become slightly worried for you. I have made some clothing for you and put them in your closet personally so that nothing would be out of place. Tonight is the first full moon since your turning of a vampire and I would like to share with experience with you. Every young vampire deserves to see her first full moon and enjoy it as a vampire. It has been told that it is a very sensual experience for a newly turned vampire. I believe in this whole-heartedly and hope you do as well. None-the-less I want to share this scene with you. I am requesting you to wear this evening dress and spend the night with me on my balcony. You do not have to come if you wish and I am not going to make you, but I thought you might like the view this evening. You know where to find me if you decide to join me. Till then my sweet I will be waiting till next we meet.Fervently Yours,Vaziru

::~This was a substantial exploit at true passion that Rwalaer didn't know could be achieved. Honestly, this made her think of how she felt about him and the choice she was about to make. She reread the letter once more and thought it over very deeply. Her hand tossed the letter to the side of the dress and obtained the dress with her left hand.



::~Knowing she wasn't wearing anything but her black panties, she slipped into the dress. When she was in the dress fully, there were ribbons in the front in which she tied into a bow for each side. This action made the dress tighter and fit her more elegantly. She then looked for a pair of shoes to go along with the dress she had been requested fairly to wear. Rwalaer then found a pair of black low heels in which had been sitting beside the bed. She slipped into them quickly and in an almost rushing matter headed to his room. On her way down she almost tripped but then found her balance and continued on until she reached the oak doors of his room.



::~The doors of Vaziru's room opened slowly about two feet before Rwalaer reached them. Not caring how the doors opened she walked in and sauntered toward his balcony. She saw a dark shadowy figure standing at the railing of the balcony. The wind was blowing and she could tell it was his silvery hair shining under the light of the moon. Her pace was gradual as she made it to the opening of the balcony staring up at the full moon and the stars. She stopped momentarily then walked to Vaziru's left side and placed her right hand on top of his left. Rwalaer's hair blew in the same direction as his as they both looked to the heavenly bodies above. "Isn't it lovely?" said Rwalaer in one of her softest voices. Vaziru replied in a silky voice, "Yes, my love, it is. Yet the moon and these stars are far less lovely and divine as you."



::~ Rwalaer blushed as he took her hand and turned her body to face his in the moonlight. She looked down and adverted her eyes from his gaze. He raised his hand under her chin and cupped it, pushing it up so that he could face her. When she met his gaze she could only smile as he did back in seeing her this way. He brushed the bangs from the side of her face and folded them behind her left ear saying, "You are truly divine my lady. You may not see it, and others may not see it, but I do. I see you both internally and externally and I see the person you are, the truth. You look exquisite and alluring in this dress." He seemed to blush himself."You seem to care greatly for my well being. Has it really been four days since I left for home?" Rwalaer asked.He replied in a suave voice, "Yes it most definitely has. Between our world and the world of humans time passes within two days instead of one. You were gone two days in your human world, didn't you realize it?"She exclaims questionably, "No, I only thought that one day had passed when I was at home. I could guess that I was so busy working on things around the house and getting them together, I spaced. "He smiled sweetly to her saying, "It is quite alright my dear, you did not know of this until I spoke of it. You just have to remember that many of us learn new and interesting things everyday." Vaziru paused for a moment to take time to caress her pale rose-colored cheek."Maybe we can make this time, this moment stop and stay here for the rest of our lives." Rwalaer said this with her loving nature.He replied softly, "Well, maybe we," he stopped as he leaned in and kissed her gently on her tender lips.



::~ Rwalaer did not care what he had not finished saying, only that he showed passion for her. She felt as if time had stopped right then and there for them both. His kiss was always passionate and slow and she enjoyed every moment of it. She pulled away softly from him opening her eyes to see him. Her hand had slowly moved up from his own hand to the side of his face. Her index finger moved to his lips and she started tracing it. Vaziru opened his mouth teasingly and started to nibble in it gently. In her own playful matter, she slipped her finger into his mouth, feeling his tongue.

::~Vaziru started licking and sucking on her finger playfully as she smiled to him. Her eyes widened and started to change in the moonlight as he played with her finger. A deep purple had seemed to surround the iris as he saw that moment as he stopped. She took her finger away from his mouth and placed her hand to the opposite side of her neck. He smiled even though she seemed to feel ashamed or embarrassed. He swooped his arms under her and picked her up, cradling her.

::~ Rwalaer closed her eyes and nuzzled his neck, as she purred softly. This action surprised Vaziru but he didn't mind, he knew himself that he liked it. She kissed his neck as he thought that and could smell the luscious blood beneath his skin. Her fangs grazed against the soft olive skin of his neck feeling the pulse beneath it. He called her name softly in a whisper and she stopped abruptly and raised her head up.

::~Her cheeks flushed red, as she looked him square in his silvery-green eyes. Vaziru looked back into hers as they started to dissipate from their purple phase. Rwalaer's eyes were divine no matter what color they were, but there was just something about them as they returned to the green hazel form. It seemed that he could not keep his eyes off of hers unless she turned from him.

::~Vaziru set her gently onto the railing of the balcony to where he could look her straight into the eyes, which captivated him. Rwalaer could do nothing but look back into his glossy eyes, it seemed as if she had been captured in them. She leaned her head in and nuzzled his nose gently with her eyes closed. He had seemed to close his eyes as well while smiling at her, the woman whom he loved. They both had deep passionate feelings for each other and it only grew as the days went by. Rwalaer did truly love him with all her heart because of how well he took care of her and making sure she felt at home.

::~ The time through the evening has seemed to stop for them, for this moment to last. A purr came slightly from Rwalaer 's mouth as she continued to nuzzle his nose. It had appeared to her that he had to be getting excited by this as his hands gripped the railing by hers. She pulled away from him as he leaned forward to kiss her. He placed his hands on her thighs and looked intently into her eyes. His hands moved to her waist as he then lifted her up using such powerful strength. When her feet reached the floor she giggles only slightly as he then took her hand.

::~ Vaziru lead her into his room leaving the doors open that lead to the balcony. Rwalaer looked back wondering if to close the doors as her arm dropped and stopped. Her eyes adverted from the outside to him as he sat upon the bed with her one hand in his. He pulled at her arm slightly bringing her into his lap looking into her divine eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned in and kissed his lips softly. Her kiss was soft as she slid her tongue into his mouth, massaging it gently.

::~ Vaziru pulled away for the first time as his eyes filled red, a deep crimson. His nails grazed down the curve of Rwalaer 's shoulder as it seeped to scratch her skin. She leaned forward to whisper something to him but stopped to where his jaw and ear met. Her lip grazed his skin and her senses perked up greatly. Rwalaer 's eyes started to change into the deep purple that it had earlier that evening while sensing depression in his blood. Before she had time to react he took her neck into his hand and forced her head back.

::~ As her head cocked up and back, Vaziru had his fangs bared against her neck. A low hiss growled in his throat as a lust or hunger rolled through Rwalaer 's veins. She felt, as she could do nothing because in her mind she knew that she was his submissive. His fangs sank deep and fast into her neck as she gasped with a vast pain. He forced his fangs into her and the blood not only gushed down his throat, but also ran down Rwalaer s skin. His hand ran down her back while the other gripped to her neck as he pushed her body toward his.

::~ Vaziru pulled his fangs out of her slowly with his lips and her neck engorged with her blood. He licked delicately up the large amount that had collected upon her skin. Rwalaer breathed heavily as her eyes rolled from the back of her head to the front. Her iris was inflamed in deepest lavender while her back arched from the pain she was feeling. Her chest, she thought would implode, her heart was over working with not enough blood in her system. Slowly she was changing and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

::~ Rwalaer buckled forward in the spiking pain that had invaded her body. She lurched her body back and lay there in Vaziru's arms as she bared her fangs. He felt her skin, as it seemed to lose its warmth as her pulse became distant to his senses. Her pale complexion became paler as her breathing seemed to subside. Vaziru seemed to become more and more worried by this, by his actions and knew she was on the brink of death. He held her head up and stared into her weak eyes as tears, hot tears started to drain from his

::~A cool whisper of a voice could be heard in echoes as she stood near the center of this library or study. Rwalaer decided to follow the voice but then only lead in silence as she took a step towards the eastward wall. An arm began to wrap itself around the left side of Rwalaer 's waist as she took her second step nearer the bookcase. The fingertips of what seemed to be a large yet soft hand stroked up from her wrist to the curve of her shoulder. Breath became hot and moist to the left of her neck as she closed her eyes gently. The hand rose to her neck, the fingertips glided up and placed them there. Her head rose up slightly, her eyes still closed in anticipation, as breezy wisp flew to her ear lobe. A smooth voice then came close saying, "You like this, don't you my dearest?"



::~She nodded her head slowly as she knew now who had snuck up on her. Vaziru pulled away from her letting her pleasure disperse for the moment. Rwalaer opened her eyes, lowered her head, and crossed her arms across her chest in grace. As she turned to face him, her lips curved beautifully into a smile, and she glanced at him that moment. Her smile seemed to make him smile back at her and it made her cheeks flush a bit red. He held his right hand out to her serenely as she reached out with her own to grasp his. His touch was gentle as hers soft, then pulling her securely into his arms.



::~The free arm Vaziru had went around to the small of her back as he let the one holding her hand to move up to her face. Rwalaer laid her face against his hand as she felt the pulse within his body. His hands were fridge but that was replace by the trance his touch had over her. She leaned forward and laid her head on his shoulder, letting her eyes close in comfort. His hand moved through her hair, his fingers tracing through it like water. She felt in close care with him, thinking this as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.



::~ Rwalaer let go from his embrace and walked toward the bookshelf as he only stood there, gazing at her. She asked, "Vaziru, What are all these books here? I would like to start learning your culture, our culture.""The books you see here are my life's work. There are the places I have traveled, the lives I've lived, the enemies I have fought, and the loves I have lost. This here also includes things such as witchery, the use of witchcraft and other uses of options and fantasy like relations," he paused momentarily, "There are also animals here in our world that you may have read as myth but are undoubtedly true, such as the dragons." His response was as calming as Rwalaer had hoped. "When will you teach me of these things, your life and the relations of this world that I live in now?" Rwalaer asked this without hesitation, looking to him in almost confusion and curiosity.Vaziru smiled saying, "Tomorrow we will start on brewing whether it be cooking or potions. I will teach you some of the most finest ways I have learned to make these brews." He stopped and looked at the expression on her face as he finished drawing a question over his face. "Rwalaer, my love, I believe you have something to ask?""Yes," she said this in almost a spontaneous reaction, " May I retire to my home in which I lived before to gather up a few items if I plan on staying here for a while?"



::~He said this gently not trying to pry as he walked toward her," You may." He placed his hand under her chin and caressed it slightly. His hand rose to meet hers and held it up as he leant down and kissed it caringly. With the hand that was placed on her chin he moved to a pocket in his tight pants. Vaziru then seemed to pull out a ring, which seemed to surge out with energy, placing it on Rwalaer 's left ring finger. He spoke once more, " Kiss the stone upon this ring before you fall asleep today and when you wake up you will be in your home. To return here," his arms moved out displaying the area of his home, "You will need to kiss the ring again as you fall asleep in the bed that you own. To bring things back to this household, place them in the bed with you as you fall asleep, and when you return those items will be here. If you cannot find them I will tell you where they are in this house of mine."Rwalaer asked warily, "Are you sure? You are giving me free time to roam as I wish and do as I wish before I return or even if I may return at all."Vaziru nodded, "I am sure my dear."



::~Refusing to say a word, he then kissed her forehead and went out of the study. She left the room shortly after him, looking to find that he had swiftly gone. The trip up to her room was slow and drag full as she knew that he didn't like the idea but accepted her going. When she got up to her room she de-robed and slide into bed. Her heart was pulsing and her mind racing over what she had asked him. Rwalaer knew she wanted her things there so she wouldn't have to leave him, but then again she also knew it broke his feelings for her. In her mind she knew he cared for her deeply and didn't want to let her go, though she did not ever think of sharing her life with a vampire as a vampire as well. She gave up her thoughts to think of them another day as she kissed the black stone on the ring. Soon afterwards she fell asleep, still with thoughts in her head of him.



::~It was bright to her eyes as Rwalaer woke up that next morning. She rubbed her eyes vigorously clearing her vision as well as the eye buggers. The sun felt warm and soft upon her skin, she had so missed sun and how it felt. To find herself in the black dress she wore the few evenings before had bewildered her. Now she didn't give it a second thought as she hopped out of bed and stretched, looking out of the satin like curtains in her room. As she began to look around her room for the things she wanted to bring back, they were all sitting there, at the foot of her bed. This intrigued and surprised Rwalaer that this would happen but then again she never really left her room in the first place.



::~Her guitar, which she called Reigh, the laptop she used for writing and recording, her journal, and all of her equipment of the canvas. All of the equipment included paint, drawing utensils, and artwork in which she had finished. Nothing had really changed she thought as she started to wonder around her house. The only difference that could be noticed was the dust on top of her furniture. Rwalaer didn't even try to look in her pantries, the fridge, or even the freezer because she had not gone to the store in ages so she knew they would be empty none-the-less.



::~ Rwalaer headed to her closet and tried on all of her different styles of clothing to see if any other them fitted her or not as well as if they caught her interest. Everything has stayed the same, all her clothes fit but the tops were a bit snug because of the increase of her breasts. Her bras however seemed to fit to her interest better than usual and she was satisfied. All of her dark clothing was kept and placed in a suitcase and set under the covers in her bed. Everything else was placed fine and fitted into her bed so that she had enough room to lie that night.



::~In heading her way to the bathroom she noticed something that felt awkward to her mouth. Rwalaer was curious to she checked her teeth in the mirror. As it had seemed, her fangs were gone and they became the regular canines that they were before. Though it did not seem so strange to her that things in her body changed quickly without so much notice that it had happened, it did seem odd. Since Rwalaer was used to change and weird things happening she just let it go and headed for her small bookshelf. Most of her novels had been about vampires so she thought that she would ask Vaziru about them and see where that would take her in her studies.



::~Though it may have seemed like a short day to her, she was just to busy looking through her things that she forgot the time. It was past eight o'clock when she checked her watch next to the desk. The stereo she had, she knew that it would never be used but that she didn't want to sell the house or even anything in it. It would be a get away or a hide out for the rest of her life, for all eternity. It did make her happy as she ran her emotions through her head sliding into bed. Rwalaer seemed to thing a lot or well relatively over night before she fell asleep most nights. This was her farewell to her home as she kissed the stone upon her ring and laying her head don that night. Her eyes fell heavier than the evening before and her sleep seemed more peaceful, more than just sleep.



::~The eyes opened up into the darkness of the next day and it seemed as though nothing would change. Rwalaer saw the decor of the room and knew she was back with Vaziru again. There seemed to be a pair of doors next to the bathroom door that she had not noticed before. Wither her curiosity she slid swiftly out of the bed and walked to the door. She took a deep breath before turning the handle and opening it alertly. As the door passed her arm span she opened her eyes and saw clothes, all lined up in order from their types. It was from casual to elegant and she saw that there were also a few outfits that she had not recognized.

::~ Rwalaer looked up to him as he places his hand softly under her chin again. She looked up and began to rise but something made her stop, a sense in her nerves stopped her. Vaziru knelt down and kisses her neck softly down in a line as he came to the upper curve of her breasts and stopped kissing her skin. He moves down and kissed her inner thigh as she became tense and confused, as he then spoke, "My lady Rwalaer, you may calm yourself down, I will not do anything to hurt you or cause you uncomfort."



::~She suddenly felt herself release her tension as he continued to kiss her thigh passionately, taking her soft exuberant skin into care. Vaziru reached up and pulled the skirt from her and threw it aside as he continued to move closer to her warmth, kissing her skin. Rwalaer trembled slightly as his nose rubbed against her satin panties, sniffing the sweetness of her. Rwalaer was slightly startled and flinched looking down at him as he slid off her panties and kissed her warmth. She rolled her head back and sighed softly sounding closely to a moan as he started to nibble upon her. He plunged his tongue deep insider her, and slowly as she gasped slightly moving her hands to the outside of her thighs. This new feeling as his tongue rolled inside her was her ecstasy, it was pleasure she felt moaning softly.



::~Vaziru loved the sound of her moans, as it gave him excitement he began to move his tongue more swiftly within her. Rwalaer moaned more as she leaned back against the mattress of the bed, scraping her legs with her nails. He receded his tongue from her as he then kissed the lips of her warmth tenderly. Vaziru lifted up slightly, moving towards her chest but stopping with his head just above her breasts. Rwalaer leaned up against her elbows as his lips momentarily touched the curve of her right breast. His right hand reached up to the outside of her thigh and caressed it with the softness of his hand. Vaziru moved both his hands upon ribbons of her corset that held it together, untying it as he then kissed both the upper curves of her breasts.



::~When the ribbons were all untied he removed the corset and threw it aside with Rwalaer 's other pieces of clothes. Vaziru started to kiss the plumpness of her near perfect breasts as she holds his head lightly to them. He kissed and slightly licked up to her neck and grazed his fangs against the tenderness of her skin. Then again slowly up her neck as he nibbled on her ear softly, gently breaking the skin and licking up the little dribble of blood. Vaziru took one hand to his pants as he continued sucking upon Rwalaer 's ear lobe gently. He slid off his leather pants with ease and let the fall to the floor as his manhood slightly grazed her thigh. She opened her eyes slightly as she felt him pulse against her skin and lifted up her head as he spoke, "My dear Rwalaer, you must be relaxed if you shall want this."She replied, "Yes My Lord, I want this."



::~ Rwalaer laid her head back down and partially spread her legs a bit more as he moved closer into her. Vaziru trust gently into her warmth as he could tell it was the first time for her and he wanted to make it soft and delicate for her. With each thrust he could feel her constrict around his manhood, but which she was also becoming wetter as he moved into her. Rwalaer did not know this feeling while she moan softly as he moved slow and gently in her. She felt him move in and out of her with more pace and strength while all her nerves upon her skin trembled in pleasure. He kisses up and down her neck and nibbling as he thrust gently into her, feeling her wrap around his manhood.



::~With each thrust, which seemed to move quicker and harder into her, Rwalaer met with warm soft moans. This was almost enough to drive Vaziru crazy with passion for her as her moans sparked something inside him. He could tell she wanted him as he had so wanted her that moment that they met on the evening of last. He moves his lips from her neck down to her breasts that were so firm. Vaziru kissed them caressingly as his lips seemed to part for his tongue to slide onto her skin. It moved down gracefully down to her nipple and moved in a circular motion around it making it slightly more erect than it was. Rwalaer raised her hand to the back of his head as he did this, feeling the softness of his hair as he made all nerves within her body coil.



::~Vaziru sucked gently on her as he grew up to a tender bite, which seemed to drive her even crazier when thrusting into her. He knew she craved for him as he nails came down across his back. Rwalaer 's nails teared the skin upon his back letting the blood rise past the skin and feeling it mesh into his hair with her hands. She rose up and bit his neck fear sly as the blood gushed hot and sweet down her throat, driving his to thrust even more. His pace rose and the adrenaline in his body rushed through his veins as the dominance within gained total power of his body. Rwalaer was nearly forced back into complete submission as she bit her lip, breaking the skin. Vaziru leaned down and kissed her tenderly letting himself savor the taste of her divine blood running his tongue into her mouth. She played roughly with his tongue, tasting her own blood as his thrusts became almost relentless for them both.



::~Vaziru lurched back and moaned as Rwalaer did in their maximum orgasmic attempts for pleasure. The cum with him was building up inside as he heard her thoughts within his head. He could hear her succulent voice saying how much she wanted him and that she wanted him now. He droved deeper inside moving at a pace pleasurable unimaginable as she met her tender soft moans with his deep grunts. He knew he owned her, as Rwalaer knew she was his for all eternity as he released himself into her. They both moan almost melodically in complete pleasure as she finally came with him.



::~ He settled his head down to her chin and kissed it softly with her eyes shut securely. Rwalaer opened her eyes slowly and smiled as he kissed up to her lips. She kissed him passionately as he still lay in her, with her nails dug into his pale olive skinned back. He groaned softly as he slowly receded from the inside her. As Rwalaer 's fingers traced the lines of much less upon his back she could not feel and wounds or even sores. She figured this was one of the powers, an enhancement, that Vaziru had spoken of earlier. She watched him alertly as he slid out of her and lay next to her in his silk covered bed. Rwalaer rolled over on her side and laid her head on his chest and a hand next to it. Vaziru stroked her hair softly as he pulled the covers up over them both and said, "Sleep my dear Rwalaer, fore you deserve the rest. Tomorrow there will be more to come, but lets not worry about it now." Rwalaer felt in total bliss from his touch and of being by the side of someone who seemed to care deeply for her. She closed her eyes gently as they were heavy and fell into a deep sleep with him by her side.



::~It was dark and cold within the vision of her mind as Rwalaer opened her eyes. Her eyes seemed to see blurry within the dim room as she tired to look around. She fixed her eyes to her surroundings as they became clear to her eyes. Her hands felt around the bed and there was empty space. Vaziru must have gotten up and left her to sleep soundly she thought. She sat up and stretched upon the bed as she then rubbed her eyes, pushing away the sleepiness of her eyes. Then a thought came over her, it seems kind of confusing how this whole ordeal has happened. He seemed so caring, gently with me this past day, it makes me wonder why he was this way with me. I am confused at how he could be this way towards me and has only just met me, made me his. He let me freely to be his and to go if I didn't want to stay, but knew she couldn't leave. I want to know more of this culture, of this vampiric race. Maybe it wont be so bad here with him, but on the next evening I will need a few things from home.



::~ Rwalaer slowly slid out of bed searching for her cloths but could not find what she had worn the night before. There was a pair of tight, deep black jeans and a blood red, almost maroon, tight tank that laid upon the end of his bed. She didn't notice them there before when she was looking around the bed and not finding Vaziru there. As she slipped into her clothing they had seemed to fit her just right, even though the top might have been a little revealing. She looked into the vast mirror, that Vaziru was looking into the night before, and viewed herself a little bit.



::~ Rwalaer saw almost something new in her body's reflection shown in the mirror. She was slightly more slender, her skin as elegantly olive as Vaziru's, and her breasts, they had seemed to grow since after her shower the morning before. Nothing else had changed that she saw but the fangs that had grown from her canines. Other than the changes, Rwalaer was content with her appearance and knew that she would not seem the same bodily again.



::~She began to walk out the door as a slow breeze brushed against her face and hair. This seemed to have felt good as her hair brushed back just slightly, her eyes closing half way. Rwalaer viewed the hall way as it had seemed the same as when Vaziru took her down to his room. She guessed it was around mid-day but wasn't quite sure as she sauntered down the hallway to the stair casing. The marble stair casing was almost icy to the touch under her sensitive feet. It felt good as the breeze had earlier and she remembered that it was a big door in which she had opened. She traced her steps into the dining hall in which she had met Vaziru for the first time face to face.



::~ Rwalaer continued to walk slowly to and around the vast table, as there was no one there as she had expected. Deciding in looking around a little more and getting familiar in this house of his. There was a large dark oak door with roses engraved into it. There were two large ones carved near the top with their stems connected with the stems of smaller roses with darkened thorns. This was something she had not seen before or even smelt either. This was true, the door smelt like roses, which had been dripped upon by morning dew. The odor spread around like a whispering coil of smoke.



::~Her hand reached for the tattered brass handles, letting the depth of the door itself swing open with grace. The fragrance had past through her pores and into the strands of her hair blowing it behind her shoulders. Rwalaer walked in warily was the doors shut behind her, frightening her slightly. Then it lightly rose up and illuminated the book casing along the walls. The walls were about twenty feet tall at the least, and every inch was covered in what seemed to be novels, journals, spell books, potion books, even little slips of paper, maybe as notes. There seemed to also be a second leveling for the availability to walk, but as she looked up more it seemed that the base of the flooring was glass.

::~ A young woman named Rwalaer is a very attractive young artist in this day and age. Her hair yet dark is also a silky and wavy chestnut in the light of the sun. She seemed to have a very athletic and slender figure but also had wonderful curves. At the age of 21 she seems to have been alone her entire life, had never had a boyfriend even in school at Taylor County High. She has always had an interest in the opposite gender just was never the most confident as a teenager, though she was a very defined young girl in high school. Around her friends she was very social but around boys she liked was very shy, and never did a boy ask her out at all. Rwaaler had been a loner most of her life and she liked it like that but, on occasion wanted some action and adventure in her life. Though with all the quite time she had, she had time to catch up on readings of her favorite novels as well as work on some artwork to advance upon her gift. In remembering her past she thought she might go out tonight and chill at her favorite place, she had not been there in ages or just stay at home as usual.



::~Rwalaer was rarely seen with friends, none the less even loved ones these days. She lived very far from her family and friends at home, but became distant after a while and never returned their calls unless she had the time. She had not even considered making new friends because of how busy she was on a daily basis and just decided to hang out by herself when ever possible. Rwalaer may have worked at home but she was always busy with her work in her studio, and even though it was quite she did stop on occasion to read. She was pretty happy with her life with not really any cares, no worries, and just living a free woman's life. It seemed to bother her none as she lived her life peacefully and distancing herself from travesty. It had been a while since she had left the house other than to get her groceries, gas, and appointments she had made. Rwaler decided to make plans for later that evening to go out and clear her mind away from home.



::~Rwalaer ready for her Friday night to begin gradually prepares herself for the night. She decides to wear a pair of tight black jeans and a red lacy top to look casual yet sexy and adoring. As she walks out the door she decides to take the long way to her favorite pub. While walking through a park, feeling the cool breeze on this warm night stops and closes her eyes taking it in and letting it crawl onto her sensitive skin. While standing there something strikes her senses, she hears a slight rustle to the left of her. Swiftly Rwalaer turned around and stays still for a moment, looking around alertly, but all she sees are the trees swaying in the wind. So she continues on her way sauntering, enjoying the moment, and feeling her stress slowly drift away as the moon above her shines full. She sings sweetly to herself one of her favorite song as she continues walking to calm her nerves taking in the nature of the park, the trueness of the scene.



::~Finally reaching the pub, instead of going in the entrance Rwalaer took a left down an alley to get one last breath of fresh air. Then suddenly a deep soothing voice came from behind her and saying, "Excuse me ma'am." As she turned to face the voice she saw a large figure in black. Stunned Rwalaer couldn't say a word, only lowering her head in amazement. The figure lifted her head up by cupping her chin lightly letting her look into the darkness within the hood of his cloak. He slowly ran a hand up her arm, caressing the softness of her skin. Gradually moving across her almost bare chest and up the neck. Stroking his hand through Rwalaer 's hair as she closes her eyes in comfort. He took his hood down while her eyes were still closed, and bends over and starts kissing down her neck. The texture of his lips were arousingly gently, she felt as if she could do nothing but enjoy this sensation. Then suddenly Rwalaer felt a sharp, piercing pain in her shoulder, feeling herself wanting to scream in pain but only in gasps as no one could hear. Shortly afterwards she had fainted and fell into a deep sleep and fades quickly into the darkness of her dreams.



::~She woke up, started rubbing her neck, and felt two wholes punctured into her skin. While getting up to stretch she looked around the room and saw a door. She slowly rose from the bed and walked towards the door, her feel on the frozen like wood upon the floor. Reaching out with a hand, touching the brass knob, feeling the engravings upon it as she turned it and opened the door alertly. Upon it fully opening she saw that it was a bathroom with a tub that had a shower nozzle above it and skink as of an older age. Rwalaer was amazed at how well it all worked out in this old century room as she moved to the tub. Turning on the water to take a shower, then disrobing her cloths. She looks at her complexion in the half steamed window, the two puncture marks had disappeared and her skin had become more of an olive as well as soft to the touch, it seemed flawless. Shakes it off as she leads herself into the flowing of warming wetness of the nozzle. Standing lazily as the water fell like rain onto her as it flowed steadily, streaming down her body gradually. The water is soothing, slowly calming her nerves as her nipples become erect from the streams of heat. Rwalaer grabs a bar of soap and lathers it up into her hands and guides the bar along her breasts, grazing her nipples feeling a sensation flow steadily through her body. The suds wash away and flow over her skin until hitting the floor of the tub and sink rapidly into the drain. She soon turns the nozzle to off, grabbing a towel as she steps lightly out of the top onto the dark ceramic tiling.



::~ Rwalaer padding herself dry within the steamy bathing room and sees a succulent purple and black velvet corset mesh with lace as well as a skirt of the same material and shade. There were no tags to determine the size so she takes it into the room she had awoken in. She hadn't noticed the intricate details of the room until she returned laying the clothing atop the silk sheets. The sheets were deep velvet red in which match the cover sheets beneath it. Black velvety curtains had securely covered the windows, though without even closely viewing you could tell it was still in the eve. While starting to dress herself she continues to look around the room, gazing at the 17th century decor in awe. With Rwalaer fully dressed she decides to take her chances and wonder around, taking in this new place.



::~At first she slowly opened the door and looked up and down the extravagantly decorated halls. Rwalaer noticed right away that the halls were decorated the same as within the room she awoke in. She looked down the left of the hallway and saw a light so she decided to look around a bit at this new place. As she reached the way of the light she noticed that is was a chandelier, a gargantuan one at that hanging from the high ceiling. The light was dimmer than what her eyes had shown her but she didn't take that into consideration as her eyes drew lines across the black satin ribbon hanging and weaving through this elegant chandelier, which made it even more than elegance its self. In stepping upon the steps they felt cold yet with a soft and clean feeling. Rwalaer placed her hand upon the railing as it felt the same, black as the ceramic tiling but with a much different feeling. This feeling felt such as marble did, she thought as she closed her eyes guiding herself to the bottom of the staircase. As she reached the last step onto the carpeting her feet fell upon them lightly feeling the texture of it. It felt as soft as fur from a wolf but almost as invisible as air itself. As she walked toward a room with open doors she felt herself weightless, gliding across it.



::~ Rwalaer viewed the room and the first thing that caught her eye was the dining table. It was made of a dark almost cherry type wood with very intricate detailing. Before she looked up she saw a pair of black shoes as she felt a soft delicate hand cup her chin. While her head was being lifted up slowly Rwalaer 's eye wondered over his body and clothing. He was tall with tight black leather pants and a long sleeved button up black shirt. His hair was amazingly silver, not grey like most elderly people, as well as straight without a tangled hair. It came to below his waist and as she looked hard it seemed to sway slightly as if it was in the wind. His body was slender and defined; she was almost hypnotized by it as soon as she came to his shoulders. They were muscular but still even small, although the bones of his inner shoulder leading to his neck protruded just a bit. Upon reaching his face it was matching the slenderness of his body, and the structure of it was in define in with his eyes and cheeks. His eyes were a similar color to his hair but were more of a silver-ish green in which Rwalaer gazed into deeply.



::~"I am Vaziru, and in time you will know everything." Rwalaer continued to share deeply into Vaziru's glazy eyes as he said these words. His voice was clear, deep, and powerful, but was smooth and suave to her ears compared to when they had met mysteriously that evening. He leaned in slowly to kiss her, kissing her softly against those tender lips, and she could do nothing about it. Rwalaer was in somewhat of a trance from both his words and body language, his kiss was sensual yet seductive for her first kiss, and never wanting it to end. She fell deep into thought as he unlocked himself from her, as her eyes opened slowly and thinning even more. He takes her hand firmly saying," Come my dear Rwalaer, we have much to speak of." His hand was light like the rest of his skin and was soft, softer than any had she had touched before. She gripped his hand and followed him back through in which the way she came to the dining hall from the bedroom she awoke in. They walked through a few twists and turns until he stopped at a door with deep engravings into the dark wood of the door. Vaziru grabbed slowly toward the bronze handles upon the door as she watched him in worry and anticipation.



::~As the door swung open slowly, Rwalaer could hear it, the wholeness of the wood and heaviness of the door. It swung past her and one slight breeze past by her as it blew her hair caringly. Vaziru had let go of her hand and let her follow him by her own guidance. She walked in slowly and sat upon the large Victorian sheets upon this bed and looked around the room in curiosity. The room of which Rwalaer awoke in had the exact same decor as the one she was in now, but the difference was a mirror patches of candles that had been lit, and a mirror above a dark wooded vanity. She looked toward Vaziru as he stood in front of the mirror configuring his hair with his long fingers. She suddenly closed her eyes and imagined those fingers running through her hair as she had felt them upon her chin. His touch was so delicate as now she longed to feel it again and again over, upon her skin, all over her body. Rwalaer thought to herself with her eyes still shut and then wondered if where she was now, if everything she had encountered was just a dream, a sweet hallucination. Was she actually at the bar staring vacantly at the drink she had ordered but not known it and was daydreaming of this?



::~ Rwalaer suddenly felt a cold hand come across her face as she opened her eyes and looked up. Vaziru looked down at her with his soft eyes and said, "My dear Rwalaer, this is not a dream."She stared deeply into his eyes wondering how he knew what her name as he spoke again, "Thou hast gain powers humans will never develop." She thought shortly upon this and knew that he was right in saying this. Rwalaer had realized that she did feel different but none weaker than before, she even could say stronger than she used to be. He was quite right in saying this as she had took it into great consideration as well as her feelings upon this change. She thought of the change it would bring to her life, but for some reason it went to the back of her mind for later thought. This moment with Vaziru was almost even considerably un-describable.



::~His hand slid under her chin as he knelt down to her looking back into Rwalaer 's illuminated eyes. Vaziru leaned forward slowly and kissed her tender lips softly not forcing her to kiss him but enough to make her feel comfortable with him. He unlocked his lips from hers and stood up, as her gaze rose as he did. Stripping from his shirt Rwalaer lowered her eyes to his chest and abs staring at his lanky yet muscular torso. He was muscular and ripped as well as thin, but looked healthy as well. Unknowingly she moved her hand slowly to his abs, feeling how hard they were, how it felt as full in muscle as he slit his arm. The blood started to run slowly down as he offered his arm to her as she looked up partially concerned to him. Vaziru nodded and she moved to his arm slowly, drinking his blood little by little, feeling the pulses she had never felt before. Rwalaer drank it slowly as it gushed down her throat, hot and sweet to her tongue.

::~He called to her as she drank, "Miss Rwalaer, stop drinking from me you have had enough for the time being." Rwalaer stopped and felt this power in his voice, within the nerves of his body, this certain power that seemed to have totally control over her as he had called to her. She felt as if she was under his control, his power, and he was her dominance and she her submissive but she wasn't quite sure just yet.