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Engulfed in the chills of the frosty night, the dim light of the moon slithering it's way into my bedroom casting shadows of the objects on my desk onto the floor. Cold and alone I stare, engaged in my thoughts my back arches as if someone ran a nail up my spine. A touch most soothing my lip tensing as it quivered biting down softly. I turn but no one is there. Nobody but the stuffed bear and the blankets tasseled around. I take a deep breath and sigh letting my eyes flutter shut shifting so my back is against the light of the moon. My body now relaxed I sink into the warmth of my fur blankets clinging to my pillow. As I am resting I hear soft whispers of my name. This time my eyes stay closed, my mind too relaxed to want to think, my body too weak to turn. My hair sweeps away from my face and the chills return to my body feeling the gentle touch over my neck, I tremble. I know nobody is there yet a spirit, it haunts me so lovingly. The feeling of embrace coils my body down my side my body weak with desire, but whom is the spirit, who is this shadow. The soft touches continue little by little unknowingly my clothes falls off exposing the tanned skin of my body with almost a quick second a sharpness in my neck sends a burning sensation through my body, it burns and tingles but it does not hurt. It feels amazing and wanted. My back arches as the feeling of soft kisses embrace my chest my small soft hands working their way down my body, I can't control myself. I fell my body moisten with sudden desire and temptation. Who so strong makes me feel this way. Shortly after I feel the length of one pressing against me and my eyes open to find a handsome young man expressing to me all the emotions I longed to find. The love and Dominance of any girl caring yet truly submissive. His hands grasp down to my neck reaching around pulling on my hair as I hiss wrapping myself around him slowly sinking my fangs into his neck. The passions of the night intensifying to a perfect climax my eyes fluttering closed again opening them to see his face but he is gone. The sun gently rising pouring its light into my room and I turn seeking and searching for him. My body covered with soft bruises where he showed me his power. Moist still from his passion but who was the man of the night hours? The Impression sunk into my bed beside me tells me one was there. I pulled on my robes standing up to a swirling scent of roses.only to find one on the floor. Puzzled I picked it up and placed it on my bed wondering if my vampire would return again, as he was simply Just a Dream...

When I was a little girl I looked out the window, I saw in the distance a great man in black. His was shadowed and blurry I couldn't see his face. He was a man of power, a man of worth, a man of honor.

So I walked up to this man who towered me like a giant. I told him hello and asked who was he but not a word he said. He looked down on me like I was his dolly and lifted me up in his lap and said softly "little girl, why be out so late, why come to a stranger, I'm not your mate?!" Quizically I looked and pondered when I knew his words were true but then I saw his fangs gleam in the light something arose, a new desire. A so from then on I new it must be, that he was the man, the man of my dreams. Many days months years had past and I always remembered his face. Sometimes I hear him call to me. It wasn't until two years ago I realized it a dream, a dream so real I felt my heart break but then one day i saw something strange the nape of my neck a small scar it seemed bite marks that were never there, just as I had turned 18

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TheVampyreNico
02:08 Oct 09 2011

I did so enjoy reading this story that you recall so well from memory.

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