Thursday, March 30, 2006
Dusk settled over the horizon, enveloping the city in a stunning array of
reds and oranges. The moon began to rise, bringing with it the promise of
night. This was Rome, a place where for some the days began with sunset and
the darkness held life. They were the city's best-kept secret, the vampires.
And they preferred to keep it that way. The element of surprise was key in
their quest for blood. They hunted their prey nightly and knew that if their
existence were to be discovered by humans, the vampires themselves would
become the prey. They fed on innocents and criminals alike without remorse.
Blood was sustenance and people were merely food. The vampire world was one
of dark beauty and insatiable hunger.
The girl walked down the strada oblivious to what haunted the city around
her. Her name was Sarah and she was an exchange student from the States
staying in Rome for a semester. Her own college back home had started to
seem stale and Sarah had thought the change would be good for her. The
problem was that she hadn't spoken a word of Italian upon her arrival. After
a few months, though, she started to pick it up a bit and was growing more
and more comfortable carrying on conversations with the locals.
It was a clear and beautiful night. The Trevi fountain loomed in front of
her, the imposing figure of Neptune looking down at her from his chariot.
She brought a book with her to sit near the famous monument, soaking up the
history surrounding her while engrossing herself in her newest favorite
novel. Perched on a step, Sarah watched the people all walk by and stand in
awe in front of the fountain. It was a masterpiece of sculpture to be sure
and all of the tourists wanted to toss in their coins. The legend was that
if you stand with your back to the fountain and toss a coin over your
shoulder into the water, then you will be destined to return to Rome. Sarah
had thought it was a silly tradition and thus far had refused to add her own
coin to the cause. There was a couple standing in front of the fountain now,
laughing and kissing, preparing to toss their coin together. Sarah looked
down at her book, blushing.
Ignoring the romance that bloomed around her in one of the most amorous
cities in the world, Sarah buried herself in her book. Her dark hair fell
across her face, creating a veil behind which she could hide from the world.
As she fell deeply into her story once again, a shadow loomed over her.
Sarah looked up.
Standing there was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was tall,
easily 6'4, with the most entrancing green eyes. She gaped at him as he
stared down at her. The man had seen her from across the Piazza, and had
been watching her since she had first arrived there that evening. He had
watched her watching the people around her with a hidden look of longing, a
disguised envy. He had watched her hide herself in her novel pretending that
was enough. He could sense in her the need for more. He could feel that she
had so much potential inside of her. The thing he could not see from his
hiding place was the color of her eyes and he had wanted so badly to look
into her eyes.
As she looked up at him he now saw that they were blue, an azure blue - the
color of the sky on a distant summer day. A color he could hardly remember
anymore. It had been so long since he had seen the daylight, since he had
gazed up into the sky and appreciated the color that could never fully be
recreated in art or poetry. Not until now. In her eyes.
Moments passed as they stared at each other, him a tall and gorgeous man of
not yet middle age with hair the color of midnight and her a small and
slender beauty with chestnut hair and no idea at all of how the rest of the
world saw her. Seeing him standing there, Sarah's mind kicked into
overdrive. Who was he? Why was he looking at her like that? How does any man
get to be that beautiful? Part of her wanted to reach up to him and touch
his skin; it looked so smooth and fine. She was shocked at herself for even
thinking that. She had never even had a boyfriend, much less stroked the
face of a stranger. Then he held out his hand to her.
"Forgive my intrusion, Senora. My name is Alessandro," he told her in an
ungodly sexy Italian accent.
She felt herself, as if in a dream, reach up and take his hand. She could
not look away from his eyes. She was entranced. When her skin touched his,
it felt like she had been struck by lightning. He grasped her hand and
pulled her to her feet. Alessandro stared at her, bewildered by what he had
just felt. His heart did not beat, but he thought that if it did, it would
have stopped just then. This was new, something he had never experienced. He
had come over here to seduce this woman and to feed on her, and had become
captivated by her fragile beauty and now was FEELING, something he had not
done in more years than he could even count.
"I'm Sarah, " she said softly.
His fingers felt cold on her skin, yet her body was so warm. She felt
electrified, alive as though for the first time. Who was this stranger and
why was he affecting her this way?
"Walk with me, Sarah," he told her.
And she did. They walked what seemed like the entire city, so beautiful in
the moonlight, so ancient. There was much history here, stories around every
corner. Alessandro seemed to know most of them. As they walked he told her
of battles and love stories, emperors and artists. She listened to him,
enrapt, fascinated by the extent of his knowledge. If she didn't know better
she would think he had actually been alive to see the things he was so
eloquently describing.
Alessandro was amazed at himself. He was a bloodthirsty monster yet suddenly
felt like he was on a date. He should have fed on her by now, but instead
found himself compelled to talk to her, to share his past with her, even if
she didn't know it was his past. She seemed to enjoy hearing about his city.
She was so small, a good foot shorter than he was. There was something about
her smile, her voice, that made him want to protect her. When he was the one
she should have needed protection from. He was confused, but also thirsty.
He had not fed yet that evening and his need for blood was becoming strong.
They stopped walking while crossing a bridge across the Tiber River. Sarah
stood and gazed dreamily out over the water, taking in what was a
breathtaking view of Rome. Alessandro watched her as she seemed to retreat
into her own little world. She was special, this one, he thought. He shook
his head, hoping to shake her off, to get her out of his head. He studied
her neck and reached out to touch her. His fingers softly stroked her
throat. She turned to him, torn from her reverie. The look in his eyes
startled her. No man had ever looked at her like that. There was hunger in
his eyes, blatant need. And in hers, he saw, was pure innocence. His hand
still on her neck he pulled her to him. Their lips met and his world
shattered.
Sarah felt his lips on hers and felt her knees go weak. She brought her
hands up to his arms, suddenly feeling the need to hold on to something so
as not to fall over. She grasped his upper arms, felt how strong he was. Her
hands moved up to the back of his head, unknowingly making the kiss more
passionate. He felt her pull him even closer to her and it drove him over
the edge. Alessandro felt himself harden. How this elfish little creature
could do this to him he did not know. He held her tightly and kissed her so
hard he knew he was bruising her soft lips. He couldn't get enough of her.
His tongue flicked out and ran across her lips. She parted them and he
darted his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of her. Sarah made a
low moan in her throat as she felt things that were so new to her. She had
never been kissed like this. She kissed him back with all she had. Her
fingers were locked in his hair, her tongue finding her way into his mouth.
Her tender little tongue on his lips, in his mouth, drove Alessandro crazy.
His vampire sense of smell was overpowered by her scent. He could smell how
wet she was, how much she wanted him. He wanted her more than he had wanted
anything. His mouth trailed from her lips down her cheek, her skin so soft
and silky. He kissed her face, her chin, her neck. He found his lips on her
throat, his tongue caressing her skin. Sarah felt so weak with yearning. She
longed to do things with this man, this stranger, that she had never even
imagined. She wanted him to take her, to have her, to be her first.
Her neck felt so good to him, so smooth. He wanted to take her. He had to
have her. But a voice in his head wouldn't let him bite her. His fangs
extended as he battled with his newfound conscience. Alessandro had never
had a problem biting anyone before, man or woman. Sarah seemed to sense his
hesitation and pulled back from him. She looked up into his eyes, searching.
His eyes were troubled and stormy, from the passion and from his holding
back. She stared at him, curious. Then she saw the fangs. He hadn't had time
to hide them when he realized she had pulled away. Stumbling backward,
Sarah's face was stricken. This beautiful man she had been kissing, this man
she had wanted so badly, was a monster. She couldn't believe it, didn't want
to believe it. She turned to run away from him, to flee the monster. She was
blind with fear and tripped over her own shoe. Sarah felt herself falling
toward the ground, the hard pavement rising up to meet her. She waited for
the impact but it never came. She felt herself floating, being lifted away.
Strong arms surrounded her and she clung to them for fear of falling again.
She did not open her eyes. She didn't want to see again. Calmer now, Sarah
let herself be whisked away and drifted off to sleep.
Alessandro carried her to his flat on the Strada Olmo and laid her in his
bed. It was a huge mahogany four-poster bed with heavy velvet curtains the
color of burgundy wine. The tiny girl in his big bed still slept. He had
used his gifts to calm and sedate her. The powers of a vampire were
countless. He had not wanted to scare her and he knew if she ran away he
would never see her again. And that would never do. He had to have this
girl, this precious creature. He would make her his own. He stretched out on
the bed beside her, watching her sleep. Sarah's eyelids fluttered from some
unknown dream.
Reaching over to stroke her face and to push a lock of hair out of her eyes,
Alessandro patiently waited for her to awaken. The night was nearing an end,
but it was no matter. The curtains held out the sunlight for him. He had no
need of a coffin. The flat was just as dark in the dawn as it was at
midnight. Sarah made a tiny sound and stretched her body in a way that
suggested she did not remember what had happened or where she was. She
looked like a cat waking from a glorious catnap. Her eyes fluttered opened
and he was the first thing she saw. She cried out, startled. He pressed a
finger to her lips. Her mouth closed but her eyes remained wide and never
left his.
"Sarah," he breathed.
It was the first time he had said her name out loud. Sarah found it
intoxicating. Her head was clearing a bit and she started to wonder if he
was going to hurt her. She thought he would have already done it if that
were what he wanted.
Not entirely comfortable but not as afraid, she said: "Vampire?"
"Yes, amore mio," he told her. "Vampire."
He kissed her forehead and began to tell her the story of how he had become
what he was. She was shocked to find out just how old he was but listened
quietly until he was finished. He did not try to hide from her the monster
he had been. Alessandro wanted Sarah to know him for who he was, to know
that he was no saint. She did flinch at several points in the story, but
managed otherwise to show very little reaction. She put her hand on his
chest. "No heartbeat." Sarah was fascinated, and no longer scared of him.
She realized that he had done bad things but knew somehow inside of her that
he would not hurt her.
Slowly, she leaned toward him and put her lips on his. He was taken aback by
her show of affection after the story he had just told her. Her lips felt so
soft and her kiss was gentle. He followed suit, kissing her gently and
pulling her to him. He ran his fingers through her hair as his tongue slowly
parted her lips. She moaned softly, writhing ever so slightly underneath
him. He could feel himself harden again with her body rubbing against his.
If she felt his desire for her, she didn't show it. Fingers in her hair, her
lips on his, they kissed passionately.
Alessandro rolled Sarah onto her back and leaned over her. His lips trailed
down her cheek to her neck, her shoulder. He pulled aside the fabric of her
dress, revealing more porcelain skin. Sarah opened her eyes and took him in.
He was so beautiful, every inch of his face perfect. Her hands found the
buttons on his shirt and started to undo them. She pushed his shirt back and
ran her fingers over his smooth, hard chest. Alessandro slowly pulled her
dress over her head, working the fabric up her body so softly that it
tickled every inch of her skin that it touched along the way. Sarah gasped
with pleasure. Her bra was next, his adept fingers undoing the hook with one
hand while the other was caressing her back. Sarah was amazed at his
gentleness. She kissed him again as her satin panties came off and she lay
naked before him. Their lips danced together softly, until she began to undo
the button on his pants. Alessandro groaned and deepened the kiss
immediately. Their gentle embrace quickly became desperate. She could feel
how much he wanted her as he devoured her body and soul. She had never done
this before but was somehow not nervous. She followed his lead and trailed
her tongue down his throat to his chest. She bit his nipple playfully and
his muscles all jerked reflexively. She ran her mouth all over his skin
while his fingers desperately found her soft, wet pussy. He shoved his
fingers into her and she cried out. She was already sopping wet, more than
ready for him. He positioned himself on top of her, unable to stand it any
longer, Sarah watching him, her eyes cloudy with desire. She opened herself
to him and as their eyes locked, he slowly thrust his throbbing cock into
her. Her nails dug into his back as she felt the pain of the first time. The
pain abated quickly and he started to move within her. She was so hot and
wet that Alessandro had to restrain himself from coming too quickly. He
wanted to please her. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, allowing him
deeper and deeper inside her. She cried out in pleasure as his thrusts grew
more urgent, harder and faster he began to fuck her. Alessandro felt his
fangs growing and knew he could not hold back any longer. As Sarah pulled
him deeper into her tight virginal canal, he lowered his head to her neck
and let his teeth pierce her tender flesh. She cried out, her hands moving
to hold his head to her. She wanted this. She knew now that she did.
He thrust himself in and out of her so hard as he drank her blood. Sarah was
groaning with pleasure, fucking him back as hard as she could, letting him
take this from her. She felt herself start to climax, the warmth building in
her belly and starting to spread throughout her body.
"Oh god, oh god," she screamed.
Alessandro pulled her closer to him, on the verge of coming as well. He
shoved himself into her harder and harder, still drinking her, as he came
into her, pouring his vampire seed into her tiny womb.
He pulled away from her, brushing the hair out of her face.
"Sarah," he whispered.
She opened her eyes dreamily as though her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds
each. She smiled softly.
"Hi there," she quietly, ever so innocently.
Just then Alessandro picked up a knife from the side of the bed. He cut
himself across his chest and pulled her up to him. He sat on the bed holding
Sarah and letting her drink from him. She did not protest but did as he
wanted. She drank his blood while he cradled her in his arms.
Sarah awoke as if from a deep sleep. She felt like she had slept an
eternity. She turned her head and saw Alessandro lying beside her. The
events of the night before came flooding back to her, but she was not
afraid. She felt calm and light. She felt free. Alessandro, sensing her
wakefulness, opened his eyes.
"How do you feel, amore mio?" he asked her, his eyes searching hers for any
sign of regret.
He found none. She smiled at him, a sly wicked smile. Her innocence now
gone, she was a new woman.
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