3 comments/ 54659 views/ 10 favorites Twisted Night By: Syana I sit alone in the dark, watching the strange ones walk by and stare at me. I sit in my car, the only thing on is the radio which is blasting the lyrics to Adema's "Giving In." The lights are off in the car, and the streetlights around me are all dead. The only light given to me is by the bright, beautiful full moon. The strange ones look at me as they walk by. They see a woman, dressed in black, sitting in her cherry red mustang. The mixture of the moonlight, the black clothes, and my raven black hair make me appear even more pale then I am. My sapphire blue eyes return their stares as my ruby red lips smirk at them. I've been told I look exquisite when I smile; I rarely ever do. Nothing seems to make me want to anymore...except him. The tight, leather pants soon become uncomfortable on my long legs, and I want to get out of them as soon as I can. The chain around my waist seems to catch my interest at the moment as my fingers unconsciously begin to play with it. I should start going back to the gym; he likes his women in shape, and I want to stay that way. I've always been thin and tall. At twenty-one, I now stand a full 5'8" and I love it. I am fully aware that I am attractive; I have men coming on to me all the time, but this one is different. He's a challenge to me. The light in his bedroom is no more, but his living room comes to life a moment later. A few minutes pass and that room becomes dark also. He'll be on the move soon. I light one of my Marb. menthols and inhale deeply. All of a sudden I am a roaring sea of nerves as his door opens and closes. I have seen him out in the sunlight very few times, so it's safe to say that he is a nighthawk. That doesn't bother me. All it means is that we have yet another common interest. I watch as he gets into his car; my anticipation grows. He really is on the move now. I follow him, keeping a good distance behind. My Vincent, my beautiful Vincent, where are you off to tonight? He's your usual tall, dark, and handsome man: dark brown hair with unusual emerald green eyes that turn almost golden when he's angry. He's European, but I am not sure from which country, yet. He has luscious, full lips that have a little natural pout to them. His body is a nice build, not too muscular but not too...I can't think of the word I'm looking for. He has an average build, but he's not all hard muscle. You can tell that you'd be comfortable cuddling up to him. He stands at a wonderful 6'1", and he towers over many. His hair is well maintained and looks best when it looks messy. How I long to run my fingers through that soft hair. His scent is tantalizing. Every time I have been near enough to him, I smell the scent of Curve. I wonder how he smells freshly out of the shower. His clothes vary so much. There have been times where I have seen him wear a very nicely, tight, fitting t-shirt with khakis to a band t-shirt with cargo jeans. I guess he can be comfortable in just about anything. Tonight, he chose to go with a tight, black shirt with black pants. We've reached his destination of one of the clubs he frequents. I'm not sure what it is about him, but whatever it is, I am very drawn to him. We enter the club, and I go straight to the bar and order a glass of Alize. The bartender does not card me; I have become a regular here. I make my money in various ways, all legal. Relatives that passed away all left me more money than I knew what to do with. The club I sit in, I own, but no one knows this. I like to keep a low profile with certain things. I own many places, and I do not need to work. I have money invested everywhere, including the stock market. I watch him make his way into the crowd, as if he was looking for someone. He finds a woman and begins to move to the rhythm with her. I finish my drink and decide to make my way over, stopping every once in a while to dance with random men. Their hands wander over me as I rub up against them, all the while keeping my eyes on Vincent. His sweet voice is trapped inside my head, caressing my senses. I want to go to him, but something is keeping me at bay. Our eyes meet, and neither of us can look away. I begin walking towards him as if in a trace, then, I lose him. One minute he was there, the next he was gone, as if he disappeared. My heart drops to my stomach as I frantically search the club for him. I run outside, and his car is gone. I've lost him for tonight. Resigned, I drive to my home by the ocean and sleep the day away, awaiting to try again the next night. I awake fully rested, yet exhausted. I check my machine and decide to return none of the calls. With the radio on, I get into the shower and relax for a bit, letting the hot stream of water beat on my skin. When I emerge, my skin looks sunburned, but I feel wonderful. My choice of clothes for tonight is a low cut, almost see-through red top with a long, black skirt, slits almost up to the hips with short shorts sewn in underneath. I slip on my sandals that make me about three inches taller, and I am dressed. I line my eyes with black eyeliner to give them an appearance of a cat's eyes. On my lips, I put only a touch of cherry flavored lip gloss that I will carry with me for the rest of the night. I add some mascara, spray on some body splash, grab my purse and keys, and am out the door. I grab bite to eat and then am on my way to explore the night once again. I feel so free! I meet up with some friends for dinner, and we talk about pointless things. None of them know about my obsession with Vincent, and that is how I would prefer it remain. We break away with plans to hit the stores tomorrow afternoon. I reach his home later than I usually do, so I don't wait for too long before he is out the door. Tonight, his destination is another club, one where a few of the workers know I am the owner, but they keep things quiet. Vincent came into my hometown not too long ago. He has only been here for a little over three months, and I have been following him for half that time now. I have begun to notice that the only clubs he goes to are the ones I own. Tonight, I plan to make my move. I just hope I don't lose him again. We reach the club, and I watch him go stand in line. A few minutes pass by, and as he reaches the front, I get out of the car, and walk straight in to the club while he still waits to get in. I feel him watching me as I enter the club. I want to turn around and let him know that I am aware that he's watching. I feel a need for him growing inside me. I walk in and look around, finding friends that I am able to flirt with through out the night. I hate having myself look like I am alone and out of place or desperate. Vincent finally gets in and I watch him. I watch him search the crowd, and like last night, he looks like he's searching for someone. Finding a woman of his taste, he places his hands on her tiny waist and starts moving with her. I watch his lips as he speaks to the woman he's dancing with. I want to feel those lips upon mine. Finally, I catch him looking my way, and I catch his eye. Slowly, I make my way over to him and start moving to the music with him, taking his attention off the other woman. My eyes never leaving his face, and I take his hands into mine and pull him to the bar. "Can I buy you a drink, sexy?" His lips come close to my ear, almost kissing it as he tells me his drink. We move to go outside so we can talk. He gives me an odd look as I am handed his drink and wink at the bartender as we walk towards and out the back door. "I'm Vincent. Does a beautiful angel, such as yourself, have a name?" He smiles wickedly at me, making me melt. "My name is Taylor." My eyes sparkle as I look into his. His eyes are captivating. Actually, hypnotizing is a better word for it. I find myself getting lost in his eyes. He licks his lips, and I follow every motion of his tongue. I begin to lose myself to my thoughts and then I am brought back to reality. "So what does Miss Taylor do for a living? It is 'Miss', isn't it?" His voice is so soothing, so sweet, but there is a glimmer of authority in it. "Yes, it is Miss. I live. What else is there to know?" I'm feeling very playful with him, and I honestly don't know why. Usually, I would find a way to avoid the question, but I don't know. His eyes are full of playfulness. He doesn't mind my joke. "Live, don't we all? This is your club, is it not?" He smiles wickedly at me again. I really love his smile. "And what makes you think I own this place?" "Well, let's see...You just walked in while everyone else is made to wait out here. You order me a drink and wink your way out of the bill. You walk around like you own the place. What wouldn't make me think that this place is yours?" He takes my hands into his and runs his thumbs back and forth over my palms. "Okay, I know the bouncer, and the bartender is an old friend from college. I get free drinks here all the time whenever he works." "And yet, you talked to him as if you barely know him." "Okay, okay, you've got me." I smile sweetly at him, trying to fix my lie. I've been caught. I should've thought of something better from the start. "I'm here so much, I basically have a tab. Every time I order a drink, they put it on my tab. I pay it at the end of the week." I laugh as I gaze into his eyes again. "I'm pretty well known around here. And it's not like I drink so much that my bill gets really high. They've never had a problem with me, and they trust me. Why am I babbling so much? I never babble this much. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." I start to relax as he pulls me a bit closer. "Taylor, dear, no matter how well you are known at a bar, club, or restaurant, they always make you pay at the end of the night......well, unless you know the owner or are the owner yourself. And how do you explain walking around like you own the place?" Still smiling at me, he pulls me a little more closer, mischief dancing around in his sparkling eyes. I bite down on my lower lip, wondering how the hell I got myself into this. Usually, I have no problem getting out of these situations, and now, I can't seem to say anything right....or is it just that he's that good? He definitely is that gorgeous. "I just have that kind of personality. Every where I go, it's like I own the place. I'm just that good." I wink at him, hoping that was good enough. "And the tabs?" Again, he pulls me closer to him. We are now only inches apart. My voice is a whisper as I speak to him again. "I already explained about the tab." "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Honey, you need to learn to lie a little better to perfect strangers." Looking into his eyes, they seemed to be alive for a moment, as if he knew I have been following him. I shiver slightly and concern flashes across his face. "Are you cold? Do you want to go back inside, maybe go someplace else?" He sounded really worried, as if he knew me and we were out on a date. "I'm fine, really. I just got a chill, and that's all. I'm okay now." We look into each other's eyes, and once again, I am completely captivated by him. "You know, we both know that you own this club and several others, but don't worry, I won't breathe a word." He brushes he thumb across my cheek, and my head leans into the palm of his hand. "And I am not interested in you for your money or your looks. You're very unique, Taylor. I have never met anyone like you. Not anyone brave enough to follow a complete stranger around for over a month." I blink and look up at him, shock in my eyes. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" I know I couldn't've heard right. He did not just admit that he knew I have been watching him. "I said that I have never met anyone like you. You're beautiful and smart and you carry yourself well. What did you think I said?" Again, there is that look of mischief in his eyes. "I didn't hear you. I didn't think you said anything." Anything I was about to say is cut off by the sweetest, softest kiss I have ever had. His lips feel so good on mine. I would die if this moment ended right now. He starts to pull away, and I lean into him. I don't want the kiss to end, but I know it has to, but not yet. Finally, we both pull away, and his eyes are sparkling. "I've wanted to do that since I first saw you, Taylor." He smiles at me, and I smile back. I crave him more and more as each moment goes by, and it seems like he knows it. I can't speak. His kiss has taken my breath away. We gaze into each other's eyes. I have an urge to be completely honest with him, but I can't be. "I know more about you than you think, Taylor, and I know how much you know about me." His face is a mask of seriousness all of a sudden. "How do you know this?" I look at him, feeling very confused but unafraid. "Come with me. We have much to talk about, my dear." He's hypnotizing me, or is he? I want to go with him. I've wanted to since the first night I saw him. He knows what I've been doing, I can see it in his eyes, but I still feel no fear. If he is doing something to me, it's making me trust him. We walk to his car, but I tell him that I'll follow in my car. He shrugs it off and walks to his car. As I reach my own, I begin to wonder what the hell I'm doing. He waits for me at the exit, and I follow him. He's driving home. Does he think he's getting lucky tonight? I may really like him and everything, but I do not plan on sleeping with him. Finally, we arrive. I sit in my car, looking at the home I have watched for so long. He parks his car and walks over to mine. He opens my door for me and holds out his hand. I take it, and he helps me out of my car. "Don't look so worried. I will not hurt you, and you know it." He smiles at me as we walk to the front door. He opens the door, and I follow him inside. It's a beautiful home that is wonderfully decorated. He takes a hold of my hand as he gives me a tour of his home. We end up in the kitchen where he offers me something to drink. "I have Alize. I know it's your favorite." He looks at me with his beautiful smile. I shake my head; I don't want a clouded mind while I'm here. That's the last thing I need. I want to be fully aware of what is going on and I want to be able to remember everything later. He takes a bottle of red wine from his fridge and pours himself a glass. Then, we head to his living room and sit, facing each other. He looks me up and down, kind of sizing me up. I don't know if this should bother me or not. We talk for a few minutes and he takes a sip of his wine, his thick, red wine. "How old is that you're drinking? And why is it so thick?" He looks at me with an evil grin on his face. "Actually, it's not that old. A close friend had it shipped to me to try it. As for the thickness, I have no clue." "It's so dark and thick it reminds me of the blood bags you see in those hospital TV shows." He laughs and as I realized what I just said, I laugh with him. A few hours pass, and I begin to feel that I have known him forever. We continue on like this until 4 AM, when I look at my watch. "Wow, I didn't realize it was so late. I should go, and we should definitely do this again tomorrow night. Um, I mean tonight." I smile and wink, and he agrees. Vincent walks me to my car and opens the door for me. We catch each other's eyes, and he kisses me. I wrap my arms around his waist, holding him tightly to me, not yet wanting to go. His lips are very close to my ear, almost kissing it. His sweet, sexy voice whispers into my ear. "We will meet again, my sweet Taylor. Meet me here, around 9, all right?" His lips brush my ear as his warm breath makes me tingle. I nod, afraid that my voice will fail me. He kisses me once again, and then, I am in my car, on my way home too awake to sleep. I'm too excited to sleep. He is more perfect than I imagined him to be, more sweet, more sexy, and more powerful. And his eyes...his eyes are so captivating, so beautiful. It makes me just want to tie and handcuff him to the bed and just ravage him! Wait, what am I thinking? Wasn't I just thinking before I entered his home that he wasn't going to get "lucky" with me so easily? It's probably just the shock or just the fact that we hit it off so well. I'll be fine after some sleep, I hope. I dream of a paradise so beautiful, I don't know if my words will justify it. Green, full trees are everywhere, and in the center of it all is this beautiful waterfall. It reminds me of Niagara Falls. Everything is so green and luscious. It makes you feel so alive. I walk to the lake that the waterfall splashes down to, and in my bikini, I dive into the lake. I swim around, enjoying the warmth and the beauty, and then I feel a presence in my private paradise. I look up to see Vincent staring down at me with a beautiful smile on his face. As I am about to ask him to join me, he dives in and swims over to the middle of the lake where I am at. Taking me into his arms, he pulls me close to him and gives me a passionate kiss. His embrace feels so good to me that I never want him to let me go. After playing in the water together, playing chasing games, and some more kissing, I emerge from the lake to find a towel lying in the lush grass by the water. I lie down and relax. Almost dozing off, I feel his shadow upon me and his hand moving up and down my thigh. I relax as I get more used to his touch. He leans over and kisses me once again. I open my eyes to find myself in a cabin beautifully decorated. I lay in a bed with him next to me. I am wearing a soft, light sundress, and he is wearing a pair of khaki shorts. He has a wonderful chest. He looks at me, and I no longer wonder how we got here. I only know that we are still in my paradise but indoors with more privacy. His hand is now upon my hips, his touch so soft and delicate. His hand begins to move up, and I awake. The phone...that stupid, annoying phone. I really should turn off the ringer in my room when I go to sleep. I answer to get rid of the damned noise and look at the time. It's only a little after noon. It’s one of my close friends only calling to remind me of our lunch date today. I unwillingly leave my bed and go to take a shower. I chose to wear a black pair of Lycra pants that flare out at the bottom. I pull on my black, leather boots and begin my search for a top to wear. I finally settle upon a red, transparent top. The area over my breasts has double the material so you cannot see as well through it. I apply my make up before putting on my shirt, and with a red bra underneath, I am almost ready to go. Brushing out my hair and applying some of my cherry flavored lip-gloss, I toss on my shirt, grab my purse and my keys, and am out of the door. I pull into the parking lot, drawing every one's attention with the top of my car down and my music blasting; I seem out of place. I park and walk towards the restaurant with an aura of power all around me. I join my friends at a table, and we bullshit again. When done with our lunch, we each go to our own car and meet at the mall. We walk around window shopping until I stop in shock when I see the exact sundress from my dream. Immediately, leaving my friends behind, I go in and purchase the dress, thinking that Vincent would love it. I neatly tuck the bag away in my purse, not wanting any of them to see it, not knowing why. Finally, they are all ready to leave, and we go our separate ways. I arrive at home and am eager to try on my new dress. It's not something I would normally be seen in, but it is beautiful. The dress itself is a light blue with dark purple irises on it. The material is very light, almost sheer. I don't want to take it off just yet, so I just sit back and relax, watching some TV. I begin to drift off to sleep when my phone rings. Not feeling like rushing to answer, my machine picks up by the time I get there. I answer and turn off the machine. It's Vincent, calling to make sure I haven't forgotten about our date. My heart starts pounding as I grow even more anxious. How did he get my number? Did I give it to him last night? Does it matter? No, it doesn't. His sweet voice caresses my senses as he tells me to wear something that would be unusual for me to wear. I look at myself in the mirror and tell him that won't be difficult. He leaves me wanting more. I look at my watch and discover we were talking for over an hour. I had to re-do my hair and make sure I looked perfect for him. How I want to look perfect for him. By the time I am done, it is almost time for me to leave. My heart starts to beat super fast again as I anticipate seeing him again. I pace myself as I walk to my car and try not to speed to his house. I succeed in not getting pulled over. He is standing in the doorway, waiting, when I pull up. He walks to my car as I park and kill the engine. My door opens, and I am already mesmerized by him. Twisted Night Ch. 02 It feels like he's driving forever before he stops the car. The sun is getting ready to set as I notice where we are. It's the lake from my dream, waterfalls, cabin, and all. The only difference is it isn't in the middle of the day like in my dream. I don't even notice Vincent get out of the car until he opens my door for me. I step out as if I am in a daze, the view utterly breath-taking. It was exactly as in my dream. I can't get over it. Even though the sun is setting, it is still a very warm summer night. He puts his arm around my waist, and we begin to walk toward the lake. The only difference between now and my dream is that he is here with me instead of just appearing out of nowhere. The lake is crystal clear and a beautiful blue. The waterfalls look like they have little cave hiding behind them, but I am more interested in swimming in the lake. I look up at Vincent, and he's staring at the scene in front of us. I rest my head against him as I wrap my arms around his waist. "Vincent, it's so beautiful. Would you believe that I dreamed of this place?" He smiles and looks down at me. "I have wanted to bring you here for a while now, but the time wasn't right. I'm glad you like it, sweet." "You know, tonight would be a great night to go swimming. It's just a shame you didn't tell me to bring my bikini." I look at him with a mischievous smile on my face. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to give it away." He gives me his keys. "Go look in the trunk, love. I think you will be pleased." I do as he suggests and find a purple, shimmery bikini and decide to change by the car. We're pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and I had a feeling no one would sneak up on us. I walk back towards the lake, and he is nowhere to be found. Seeing the cabin, I walk in and I see him building a fire in the fireplace. I return his keys to him and let him know that I'll be in the lake. The water feels so good on my skin. I lose all track of time and though swimming, and the only sound around is the crickets chirping. The sky is now full of colors as the sun is disappearing, making the clouds come alive. It almost seems like the sky is on fire. Hearing the splash of Vincent diving in the water breaks my daze, and as he swims over to me, if feels like my dream all over again. I feel so alive right now. Everything feels so perfect. I could spend the rest of my life here with him. His arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me close to him. I can feel his excitement growing as my body is pressed tightly against his. His kiss is full of desire and passion, and my desire grows with his. We get out of the lake, and he has towels waiting for us. I lay down, and he lays down on his side, resting on his elbow. He runs his hand across my cheek. "You are so beautiful, Taylor," he smiles down at me. I see passion and desire in his eyes, but I also see something else. I don't know what it is, but it is something I have never seen in his eyes before. The smile on his face disappears as he brings his lips upon mine. He moves so that his body is over mine, and he rests a hand on my thigh. He begins moving his fingertips in circles on my body, slowly moving up. All thought disappears from my mind as he not only takes over my body but my mind as well. A moan escapes my lips as his move to my neck. He gathers me in his arms and carries me to the cabin, our kiss never breaking. Once inside, he lays me on the bed and removes my bikini. His lips explore my entire body, sending shivers all over me. When he reaches my stomach, he gets off the bed and spreads my legs, getting in-between them. His warm breath tickles my skin and sends goose bumps all over me. As soon as his lips touch mine, a moan escapes my lips. His licks start off nice and slow, driving me more insane. He stops licking me to kiss and nibble on my thighs, and he slides two fingers into me, pumping them in and out. I scream out as an orgasm travels throughout my body, and I feel him bite down on my thigh. For a second, I feel a pinch, but all thought is pushed from my mind again as he brings on climax after climax. Soon, his lips find my clit, and he begins to suck and nibble on it, bringing on another wave of climaxes. When we finally make love, it feels like I'm in heaven. Hours later, we fall asleep in each other's arms. I awake to find him still asleep beside me. He looks so peaceful and there is a smile upon his face. I wonder what it is he's dreaming about, but only for a moment. I remove the covers from him to find him ready to go. Placing small, light kisses on his stomach, I work my way down to his hard cock. He's still asleep as I begin to lick the head and then the shaft before I take him into my mouth and work my magic. Hearing him moan encourages me to suck a bit harder, and I wrap my hand around his shaft, slowly moving it up and down. His hands are running through my hair, almost guiding my mouth on his cock. My pace quickens as he is about to climax. His moans alone turn me on, and I'm already dripping wet. Vincent gently pushes me back on to the bed so his lips can explore my body. I pull him to me, and we kiss as he enters me. We reach our orgasm together and lay in one another's arms. It's amazing how perfect everything feels. It seems like we were meant to be together with the way our bodies fit so well. As we lay there, he runs his fingers through my hair and there is a feeling of closeness I have never felt before. I realize that I really do love him, and I should just stop fighting it. This feeling is too wonderful to be running away from, and I want to enjoy every moment of it while it lasts. He pulls me even closer to him, and I wonder what kind of feelings he has for me. I know I intrigue him, but is there something more to it? Is it just the sex that keeps bringing him back to me, or is it something else? Not wanting to ruin the moment, I keep my questions to myself. As I look out the window, I see sunlight pouring through. We have finally spent the night together. I wonder if this is what he had planned or if it was accidental. "Taylor?" His voice raises me from my thoughts. "Yeah, Vincent?" I look up at him. "Did you sleep well, love?" He sits up in the bed, pulling me up with him. I nod, "Did you?" He smiles at me and wraps his arms around me. "I can honestly say that last night was the best night's sleep I've had in a very long time, sweet. Words cannot describe what waking up to you feels like." I laugh, "So, you like getting woken up with me going down on you, huh? I wonder how you would have reacted waking up to me riding you." "That wasn't it, Taylor," his voice is very soft. "I woke up before that, and seeing you laying in my arms was just so wonderful. As I said before, I'm not sure how to describe it, love." I don't know what to say. I loved the feeling of falling asleep listening to his heartbeat, and his words gave me an insight to what he's feeling. The only problem with all of this is, I can't start thinking of the future. Every time I do, things always go wrong, and I don't want to mess things up with him. I barely know this man, but I don't want to leave his side. He makes me feel whole. "Is everything alright? I haven't upset you, have I?" The concern in his voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Everything's fine, hon. I was just thinking, that's all." "Mind if I ask about what?" "No, I don't mind. I was just thinking about how perfect everything seems right now. I wish..." I cut myself off before I scare him away. "What do you wish, love?" "Nothing. It's silly. Don't worry about it, Vincent." "Taylor, please tell me. I would very much like to know." I bite down on my lower lip, wishing I could take back what I had started. How do I tell him that I want to spend the rest of my life with him without scaring him away? How do I tell him how I'm feeling without ruining things? "I promise, no matter what you say, you will not scare me away or ruin things between us in any way. I love you, Taylor. I have since the moment I laid eyes upon you." It feels like my heart has completely stopped beating. Are my ears deceiving me? He couldn't have just said that he loves me, could he? I look at him, shock in my eyes. "Vincent, what did you just say?" "I said I love you, Taylor. Should I have not said anything?" "No, it's fine." It's becoming hard for me to find any words. A million thoughts are rushing through my head, and I can't make sense of anything. I want to tell him that I love him too, but I'm so scared of...I don't even know what I'm scared of. I know me telling him that isn't going to scare him off. He said it first, so why am I trying to find an excuse to not tell him? "Taylor?" "I'm sorry, Vincent. It's just...you kind of caught me off guard..." He cuts me off, "I'm so sorry, angel. I didn't mean to..." "No, it's okay. It really is. The funny thing is, I know how I feel, and before you said what you did, I was just wondering how you felt. I swear, sometimes it's like you're reading my mind. And I'm babbling," I laugh nervously. "What I'm trying to say, Vincent, is that I love you too. Everything is so different when I'm with you, and I feel so safe, and..." His kiss interrupts me, but at the same time, I'm thankful for it. My heart feels like it's about to burst with happiness, but deep inside, that fear is still there. I have never let myself be so vulnerable with anyone before. I'm not sure what's going to happen now, but isn't that what love is all about? Besides, I'm a big risk taker... Around noon, we are both dressed and ready to leave the cabin. The drive back home seems to fly by, and I don't want to leave. He promises he will be back tonight and that he will make it memorable for me. I have to tell someone what happened. I call Kylie and give her all the details of what has been going on. After she's done yelling at me for continuing to see him, she tells me that she's happy for me. She ends up coming over and we go out to lunch as I continue to gush over Vincent. "So, when do I get to meet your dream guy?" she asks me. "I'm not sure. I'll make plans with him tonight for when I can get the three of us together..." "He's coming over again tonight? Well, that's perfect! I'll just stop by and..." "No, you can't. He has something planned, and I'm not sure what it is. We might not even be at the house. Kylie, I promise I'll introduce him to you. You're gonna love him, but you have to let me plan this out, okay?" She finally agrees, and I hope that Vincent doesn't want to stay at my place tonight. Knowing her, she'll show up anyway, and I'm not ready for them to meet. We finally go our separate ways, and I spend the rest of the afternoon lounging around the house, and re-watching Legend. Twisted Night Ch. 03 As night comes closer, I take a shower and get ready for my night with Vincent. Keeping in mind that he has something special planned, I choose my clothing for the night carefully. Black lace panties along with a matching bra underneath a black and dark purple crushed velvet medieval type dress.....my favorite piece of clothing, and I only wear it on special occasions. I have a good feeling about tonight. I have no idea what he is going to do or where he's taking me, but I know that whatever happens tonight will be big. As usual, I only put on some mascara and a touch of cherry flavored lip gloss. My blood is racing through my veins as my excitement grows. For some reason, I'm more nervous than I have ever been before. It feels almost the same as the night I lost my virginity, and God knows that I'm far from being a virgin. Just as I'm done getting ready, my doorbell rings, and I know it's him. My heart is racing even faster as I open the door and look into his beautiful eyes. He looks at me, not saying a single word. It seems like he's not even breathing. "You look beautiful...absolutely stunning, angel." He finally gets out. "Thank you. I'd invite you inside, but I don't think staying here is a good idea tonight." He looks at me questioningly, and as I grab my things and leave with him, I tell him what happened this afternoon. He laughs and gives me an interesting look. "You do realize we could have had a lot of fun with her tonight. With the way you look, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you if we stayed here tonight," he smiles. I tilt my head to the side as I look at him, trying to figure out what he meant. "Love, I have a lot planned tonight, and even though I'm going to have to fight the urge every single second I'm with you, there are things we must accomplish before anything else happens." The serious tone in his voice sent chills down my spine. "I can promise you that nothing will happen tonight that you don't want to happen or feel uncomfortable with. My sole purpose tonight is to make you happy, and that is all I will ever wish for you." Taking my face into his hands, he places a soft kiss upon my lips. We get into his car, and everything he just told me fills my mind. I can't seem to keep my attention on anything but him and his words. I don't know if this was done intentionally to distract me from our destination or what. I begin to doubt my trust in him as everything hits me. I don't really know anything about him; in fact, I know close to nothing about him. I placed my complete trust in him the moment he spoke to me. It seems that I never took the time to think through all of this until right now. My body was trembling, my heart was racing – this time from fear and confusion, rather than excitement and lust, and my mind was filling with more and more doubt. What have I gotten myself into? What exactly is going to happen tonight? The car stops a few hours later, although it feels much later than it really is. I can't even bring myself to look at him because of everything going through my head. Even though I know it's not true, there's a thought there wondering if I walked into my own death by coming with him tonight. What if he was a mass murderer? I shake my head, driving the thought to the back of my mind, but five others replace it. I don't even notice that he has gotten out of the car and has opened my door, offering his hand to help me out. "Taylor?" he asks softly. It's almost as if he knows exactly what's going through my head. Then again, how many times have I wondered, before tonight, if he is able to read my mind. Looking up at him, I force a smile and allow him to help me out of the car. The darkness feels like it's engulfing us, but I know that it is just my paranoia and nothing more. So how exactly am I supposed to make myself feel more comfortable with this whole situation? Even if I wanted to leave, I can't. There's no way I could over-power this man, this man who has stolen my heart....He has yet to do anything to hurt me, so why am I so terrified? It's stupidity, that much I do know. I take a deep breath, and he leads me into the woods. I know he can feel how tense I am, and I wonder if that bothers him. There's nothing I can really do about it, though. I'm trying to calm down...really, I am. Even though the moon is full, it doesn't seem to be giving off much light at all. Along the way, we pass by a cabin. It confuses me when we don't stop there but continue through the woods. As the trees begin to thin out, I can make out our destination. He's brought me to a cliff and as we near the edge, I see a blanket laid out, along with a few bottles of wine. Is this going to be that big that I'll need to get trashed to let it all sink in? Or is it going to be just him trying to seduce me? Okay, that's a stupid thought. He doesn't need to get me drunk and he knows it. We stop, and still Vincent doesn't say a word to me. He sits down on the blanket and tugs on my hand, pulling me down to join him. I end up on his lap, his arms around my waist. I'm at ease for the moment, but who knows how long this feeling will last. I have a really bad feeling about what's going to happen tonight. I want to run, but at the same time I want to stay. Should I ask him what this is all about, or should I just let him bring it up when he's ready? We sit in silence for a while as he rocks me in his arms. Even though deep down inside, I know I shouldn't be feeling this way, I still feel really happy and content. There's just something about him that puts me at ease. He finally breaks the silence, whispering into my ear, "I know I told you this earlier, but you look so beautiful tonight. It's fitting for what I have planned." I turn to see him smiling at me. I return his smile with one of my own and lean back into his arms. A few minutes later, he sits me down next to him and pours me a glass of wine. "You're not having any?" "No, not tonight. We have a lot to talk about, love," his voice was soft as he spoke. I look at him, my eyes full of questions I want to ask but don't. Something just feels....well, it doesn't feel right. I down my first glass almost as soon as he gives it to me, and the next three disappear in the same manner. I don't even take the time to taste it. He takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh as he looks at me. "Keep in mind that I don't want to frighten you away, but I will understand if you choose a different path. I'm hoping you won't, but I won't be upset. Please understand that I just want to make you happy, and whatever you decide will be fine with me. Don't base your decision on what you think I want to hear or what I want you to decide. I don't know how many times I can stress that your happiness is what is most important to me. Nothing else matters but that." His accent grew thicker as he went on. My heart is racing all over again, already trying to absorb everything. "Do you remember me saying that you really didn't know all that much about me?" I nod. "Well, you're about to hear everything, but I need you to promise me something first. I need you to promise no matter what you hear tonight, you will not make a decision until I am done. You will listen to everything I have to say before placing your judgment upon me or anything else. I want you to hear everything I have to say...I need you to. It's to help you understand me better. Taylor, I love you. Do you understand how important all of this is?" He had a pleading look in his eyes. "Yes, Vincent, I do. And you have my word that I will sit through everything. I promise I will hear you out." I bite down on my lip, finding it hard to look at him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a hug, placing a kiss on the top of my head before he lets me go. He backs away from me a little just as he's about to begin. I brace myself for the worst. Twisted Night Ch. 04 "I know that a lot of what I'm going to tell you tonight is going to sound impossible, but trust me, anything is possible. To start off, I'm much older than I look. I have lived so long, I have forgotten my true age. I wasn't always this thing I am now. I had my whole life ahead of me. I was going to become a lord once my father passed away. I had land to inherit and responsibilities. A vampire took that all away from me. We didn't even know what vampires were. I don't think the word even existed back then. Anyways, back to the point. I was out late that night; you could almost say I snuck out, but I really didn't. I just failed to tell anyone where I was off to. I was in the woods, walking along the river, trying to clear my head. I had so many thoughts racing through my head. My father was sick, and his last day was coming too fast. I knew how to run the place, I knew all my responsibilities, but I wasn't sure I was ready to make everything official. I needed to find a bride and be ready to have children as soon as possible, but I was a free spirit – I still am. I didn't want to be tied down. I wandered too far into the woods; I knew my way back, but something was keeping me from going back. Before I knew it, a woman literally pounced upon me, knocking me to the ground. I hadn't heard anyone following me, and she knocked the breath out of me. I had no idea what was going on, my mind still groggy from being suddenly knocked down. She didn't explain anything. I was lying on my back and she was straddled on top of me, and that's when she bit me. I felt my heart beat slow, felt the life being drained out of me. I was powerless to stop it. It was torture to keep my eyes open, so I let them close. I was dying, and all I could think about was ‘I don't want to die this way'. I knew I was close to taking my last breath, and I had accepted my fate, but then something happened. I felt liquid upon my lips. She had cut her wrist and pressed it to my lips. My mouth wrapped around the wound, drinking greedily. I couldn't stop myself. I don't know what made me do it. I'm still not sure I even did it consciously." His eyes are closed and he pauses to take a deep breath. I can't take my eyes off him, can't stop listening. I want him to go on, but it's his story to tell and he needs to tell it at his own pace. With his eyes still closed, he continues, "The next thing I knew, I was sitting up on my own, life flowing through out my entire body. She didn't kill me, but she did something to me. I was stronger, I could see better. It was as if we were sitting there in the middle of the day. Everything was so clear. It was then she finally spoke to me. She told me of what she was, what her kind were. There were more just like her. I shook my head in disbelief, yet I was living proof. ‘The reason I made you is because I was weary of being lonely all the time. I needed a companion, craved one. I have been watching you. It was your beauty that first attracted me to you, and as I grew to know more about you, I loved you all the more. I needed you with me. I needed you more than my own existence. You are mine now, and we shall share eternity forever.' Her voice had entranced me. She told me of the power I had, more than just my strength. I had received the power to read minds, even to be able to control minds. There were so many ‘gifts' she gave me, but I needed to learn to use them and to control them. I was confused but fully enthralled in everything. I would never die, never get sick, never grow old. Even after feeding, I would be able to spend a bit of time in the sunlight, and as the years go by, I'd be able to spend even more time tolerating the light. She was very strict with making sure I kept my word not to tell anyone of what I was, but what hurt me the most was the fact that she made me leave my family. I couldn't even be there as my father drew his last breath. I couldn't even say goodbye," the pain in his voice was very clear. "I didn't love this creature, but I figured I could try. Nothing about this situation felt right, and as soon as she taught me everything I needed to know, I left her. She was growing bored of me anyway," he laughs softly. I finally let out the breath I've been holding. His past explained a lot about what had been happening between us. It all began to slowly make sense. He tells me of the other powers he acquired as time went by, and it all fit in. The feelings of being hypnotized, of his reading my mind, so much just made sense. Inside, I'm terrified, but at the same time, I'm not. "Vincent, what is the point of telling me all of this? Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that you feel you can confide all of this to me, but why are you telling me all of this?" He opens his eyes, and there appears to be shock in them. Was something said that I didn't get? He looks down at his hands, almost as if he's afraid to look at me. His voice is very soft as he speaks, "I was hoping…I know it's horrible, but I wouldn't be asking you to give up much. Things are so different these days; you wouldn't have to give up everything you loved and cherished, and we'd be together. I need you. I know I sound like the bitch who did this to me, but I know what I feel for you is real. And I can see it in you when you look at me. You're my other half. I share my soul with yours…." "Wait," I cut him off. It hits me even harder than his past. "You want me to….You want to turn me into….You want to change me….You want me to become a vampire?!" For some reason the words feel odd coming from my lips. "Taylor, I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do. I told you, I want you to be happy. I was just letting you know what I wanted. If you decide that you don't want to have anything to do with any of this, I will let it be. If you decide…" his voice trailed off. "If I decide what, Vincent?" His voice is almost a whisper now, "If you decide you want nothing more to do with me, I'll leave, and I won't bother you again." It feels like someone just ripped my heart out of my chest. That is the last thing I want. No matter what I decide, it doesn't change the way I feel about him. I'm still not sure how I feel about all of this. He doesn't really expect me to decide right now, does he? And shouldn't he know all of this already? "Not to interrupt what you're thinking about, but if you're wondering if I know what you're thinking, I'm not intruding on your thoughts, and I never have. It's just, most of the time, I can read your feelings all over your face. Don't feel like I've been invading your privacy, love." My eyes grow wide as I wonder how he does it. Okay, so he may not be reading my thoughts, but it sure as hell feels like it. We sit in silence for what feels like forever; I can't even look at him, and I know his eyes aren't on me. I would feel them if they were. He breaks the silence by telling me that he's going for a walk and will be back in less than an hour. "I know you need time to think, and I also know that it's difficult for you to think about all of this while I'm sitting right next to you. I'll be back in a bit. I love you." Before I can say anything, he's gone. None of this makes sense. Well, it makes sense with some of the dreams I've had, but looking at it head on, it doesn't make any sense. The shock is finally starting to wear off; I can tell because I'm finally able to think clearly again. Okay, so he thinks he's a vampire. The guy has one hell of an imagination to come up with all of this. What if he really does believe it? What if he's created this whole fantasy world and has been telling himself this is all true for so long, he finally believes it? This is insane, utterly and completely insane. And what if that's it? That he's just insane? I don't know what to think. Am I supposed to ask him to prove it? What's he going to do? Drink blood in front of me. Yeah, because that would really prove it. People with blood fetishes do that shit all the time. There is something weird about him, something I can't put my finger on, but he can't really expect me to think that this is all true, can he? My heart is telling me to just let it be, to just give into him, but I know I can't. He could just be psychotic and a killer and this is how he explains everything to himself. None of this makes sense, but then again, is it really supposed to? I wrap my arms around my legs and hug them to myself. Resting my chin on my knees, these thoughts continue going through my head. I just don't know. I suddenly feel exhausted, but not tired. My energy is just drained, and it could just be from all this stress. He's been gone for a while. Is he just going to sneak up on me to kill me? People would notice that I'm missing. Fuck! I finally find a decent guy, one whom I fall in love with and would do anything for, and he turns out to be insane. I have to be the one to fall in love with the freaks. I swear, you would think there was a freak magnet inside me or something. A sigh escapes my lips, and I hear a noise off to my side. He's back. Has it really been that long? I look at my watch only to discover that a little over an hour has gone by. He sits next to me, and I could see the worry and doubt in his eyes. I wonder if he knows that I don't believe him. A few minutes pass by, and we're both still quiet. "Taylor?" his voice is still really soft. I look up at him, not knowing what to say. What am I supposed to say? Should I just blurt out all my thoughts, doubts, and questions? Would it really be fair to bombard him with all of that? No, it wouldn't. So, how am I supposed to handle this? He doesn't say anything else, but his eyes remain on me. It's now or never. I look up at him. "I know there's a lot going on in your mind right now, and I'm not trying to push you, but I would like to know what you think about all of this." Hearing the tone in his voice hurts. He sounds like he's getting ready to have his heart torn out. I clear my throat, "Vincent," I pause. I'm not sure how to handle all of this. "Do you really expect me to accept all of this at face value? How do I know you're not just insane or living in a fantasy or that you're really a murderer?" As soon as the words escape my lips, I regret them. I can see the pain in his eyes. He looks down at his hands. "I didn't mean to come off that way. I know it's hard to believe. As I stated before, during my time, we didn't even know such creatures existed. It was difficult for me to handle and believe. You know, I could prove it to you, but I'm afraid of scaring you off. I was hoping I wouldn't have to prove it, but I should have realized you would think logically about all of this." He sighs and still doesn't look at me. I begin feeling very uncomfortable with this whole situation. I want to tell him to take me home and give me more time to think about all of this, but I know he wants all of this settled tonight. I wish I had taken my car, but I would probably get lost in the woods trying to find my way back. He sits down next to me and take my hand in both of his. I watch as he brings my palm to his mouth and places soft kisses upon it. The next thing I know, there's a sharp pain, and I feel the blood running down my wrist and onto my arm before I see it. My eyes widen as I pull my hand back, clutching it to my chest. He looks up at me, his expression blank. I jump back as he reaches for my arm again, but he succeeds anyway. Never taking his eyes off me, he again begins to kiss my hand and then places it on my lap. When I look at it again, there are no marks, no trace that I was ever hurt. Still without a word, he stretches out his arm, and with his nail, cuts himself from his wrist to his elbow. Taking my hand again, he smears the blood on my fingers. My eyes are wide with shock as I look at him. A moment later, I look down at his arm and see that it was as if the cut was never there, but the blood is still on my fingers. "It's just a trick. It's not real. It wasn't real," I whisper. "Taste it, Taylor. Then you'll know it's real." I just stare at him, not moving an inch. He leans toward me and kisses me. I taste blood on his lips. I taste my blood on his lips. My heart begins to race. He's not lying. What the fuck am I supposed to do? He pulls away from me and gets up. Offering me his hand, he helps me up and pulls me into his arms. "Come with me," he whispers into my ear. "Come stay with me tonight. Please." I want to go home more than anything, but I'm afraid to deny him. I'm terrified of him because he is a killer. They have to kill to live, don't they? What if I refuse to stay? How badly will he hurt me? Will he hurt me? I sigh softly knowing that I can't lie to myself. I don't really want to leave. I want everything to go back to the it was before he told me all of this. My heart belongs to him, and I do feel like I would do anything for him, but can I do this? Can I really give up the life I have now? I'm happy. I have a great life and great friends. I adore my job. Then again, being with him makes me even happier. And he did say that I wouldn't have to change my life. Why does this feel so weird? It's just way too hard to believe any of it even though he gave me the proof. "Yeah, Vincent, I'll stay with you, as long as you promise not to hurt me." My voice is coarse. "You have my word, love." With that, he takes my hand in his and leads me to the cottage. The sun is about to rise as we lay in each other's arms. I'm shaking, and I know he can feel it. I wonder if he thinks by holding me close like he is that he's comforting me. Another sigh escapes my lips as I close my eyes and try to fall asleep. Twisted Night Ch. 05 My sleep is full of dreams from the past…every dream I've had of him. When I awaken, I am alone in the room. Where did he disappear to? Did he leave me here purposely so I couldn't find my way back? I can feel the panic start to take over. I have to get out of here; I have to go home. No one knows where I am except for him. As I get out of the bed, the door opens, and in walks Vincent with a small smile on his face. "I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful, and I figured you needed the rest," his voice is soft, almost comforting. "I'm sorry for scaring you last night, but I had to tell you. I felt like I was lying to you, and I couldn't keep doing that." He sits down next to me on the bed. "Maybe you should get dressed." I don't even remember getting undressed. I nod my agreement to him, but I don't make a move to get out of the bed. He hands me a pile of folded clothes, my clothes, and sits down again. "Do you want me to leave so that you may get dressed?" He asked softly. I shake my head. There was no point in leaving. It's not like he hadn't seen me naked before. As I slide from the bed, he stands up and turns away from me, although I don't know why. I dress quickly and sit back down on the bed. As it squeaks slightly, he turns back toward me. There is sorrow in his eyes, and it makes me wonder what he's thinking. I let out a sigh, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with the silence in the room. I still haven't made a decision on what I am going to do with his offer, but I don't want him to leave. He has stolen my heart away in such a short time. Then again, it is better to have loved and lost, right? He walks toward me, slowly, almost cautiously. I have no idea why. It's not like I could actually hurt him. He seems afraid of me, or is it that he's afraid of what my answer is? His hand runs across my cheek, and my eyes close. I'm feeling more calm this morning, so his touch is more comforting than it was last night. "Taylor," he whispers right before he kisses me. I return the kiss, wanting to feel that closeness with him again. I can't deny my feelings for him. Even if I decided it wasn't what I wanted, I could still have him stay with me. I don't want him out of my life; I know I want to be with him, but then again, could either one of us handle the fact that each day brings me closer to my death, and he could only stand by and watch? Would he offer me his gift again? What good would that do if I was laying on my death bed? So many questions, and yet, no answers. I'm so far from answers it hurts. Our kiss continues, just a soft kiss with so much emotion behind it. "I love you, Taylor," he breaths against my lips. I melt against him, not really having enough strength to stand on my own. Why hasn't he asked me yet? Does he know I'm still unsure about my decision, or is it just that he doesn't want to press me because he knows I'll tell him when I'm sure? Then again, does it really matter as long as I'm with him? "Vincent, before I make any decision, I have a few questions for you." He nods, not saying a word and sits down on the bed, pulling me next to him. "You said if I chose this life, I wouldn't have to give up everything. What did you mean by that?" "You wouldn't have to cut off your ties with everyone. Things are different these days. It's so easy to just start up a new life in a new place when the time comes. You'd still be able to go out and have lunch with your friends. My blood is strong. You'd be able to tolerate the light better as most, almost as well as me, especially after you feed." "So, if I go out to lunch with my friends…" "Love, I did eat dinner with you a few nights ago, remember?" I nod. "Blood keeps us going, but we do need the nourishment we get from regular food. Our bodies need is as much as they need the blood." "So nothing would really change other than the fact that I'd become a murderer to survive…" It comes out more as a statement than a question. "No, love, you don't have to kill. Just a little drink every so often is all you need. You'll need it more often than me, but as time goes by, you'll need it less and less." He's speaking quickly, getting excited. "What else? What is it that you're not telling me?" Something's missing. "The only thing I can think of is just that you can't stay here for the rest of your life. You can't let anyone know what you are. You won't be able to stay here for the rest of your life because as your friends, the people you care about, as they grow old, they will notice you stay the same. That's the only drawback I can think of." There are tears in his eyes. "What's wrong, sweets?" I ask, worried. "Nothing, I promise," he kisses me again, the same soft, passion-filled kiss. I pull away and tell him I need to think. I walk outside, and I don't know where to go. I'll get lost if I wander out too far. He comes out and guides me to the cliff. The blanket is still on the ground. "I'll come back for you when you're ready, Taylor." I look at him, confused, but he doesn't say another word as he walks away. Is this what I really want? Do I really want to give up…wait, that's a stupid question. No one wants to die, and this would keep me from dying. Granted, I know a vampire can be killing, but an immortal life isn't as fragile as a human life. Would he get bored with me as the woman did with him? Will he want to leave me or will I want to leave him? So many questions. I do know one thing. It doesn't really matter what the future brings. If in the future, we drift apart or leave each other or grow bored of each other, so be it, but right now, at this moment, I want to be with him for the rest of my life, the rest of time. I love him, and he has my heart. He has treated me with nothing but love and sweetness and gentleness. I am not going to be doing this for him, it will be for us. I rise from the blanket, and turn to wait for him. In a matter of minutes, he reappears out of the forest, slowly making his way towards me. I resist the urge to run to him, to bury myself in his arms. No, I stand my ground. The sunlight is hitting him full-force when he reaches me, and yet, he doesn't flinch. The only thing that changes is the fact that he is now squinting a bit. Again, without a word, he takes my hand and leads me back to the cottage. I feel so at peace right now. We enter the cottage, and I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him close against me for a deep, passionate kiss. As the kiss ends, I speak. "I've made a decision. I don't want you out of my life. I love you too much to just have you disappear from it." I can see he's expecting my answer to be no, but still, I continue. "And I don't want to leave my home, so…" I pause, looking into his eyes. It feels like I'm staring into his soul. His heart is racing fast against mine, almost as if one is trying to beat the other for speed. "After this happens, Vincent, I want you to move in with me. I love my home…." He cuts me off by placing his hand over my lips. "What did you just say?" "After this happens," I repeat. "After what happens, Taylor? Be specific." I shake my head. I can't bring myself to say the words. "I want to be with you, and I'm willing to make the sacrifices I need to, but those are still far away. Vincent, I want to spend the rest of my life with you." His eyes light up. "Are you sure this is what you want? I didn't force you into this?" I know he just wants to be sure. "Yes and no. I'm yours. I have been since day one, sweets." I say softly. In less than a minute, my dress disappears from my body, and I'm left standing in my bra and panties, a little shocked. He gathers me in his arms and kisses me. He's so happy. I have made the man I love happy, but I have done it by making myself happy as well. He strips off the rest of my clothes, laying me down on the bed, not making a move to remove his own. "I hope you don't mind, but I want to do this now. The next time we make love, it will be like nothing you have ever felt before. I can promise you that," he whispers to me. I nod, agreeing to let him do anything he wants. I'm his, I have him and his love, and that's all that matters to me. "Sleep, love," he whispers to me right before I feel him bite into my neck. I awake feeling different, and yet the same. Everything's clearer, and I remember Vincent's words about his transformation. Mine is turning out to be the same. I can feel his eyes on me, watching me, waiting to see how I react. I turn to him, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. His touch feels different, almost as if it's multiplied. He kisses me, and it's different than it was before. It like, every nerve-ending in my body has been awakened and is now grasping for anything that will make them feel. As his hands wander over my body, grasping, feeling, it feels like my whole body is being reawakened. His lips replace his hands as he places kisses all over my body, nibbling and licking along the way. The sensations are so powerful, so erotic. He has me turned on in a matter of moments. His lips move to my neck where he places light, soft kisses before he begins to nibble on me. As his lips reach my breasts, I'm flooded by another wave of feelings. It feels like pure magic. I must have died and awoken in heaven because nothing can possibly feel this good. He works his magic with his mouth and tongue on first one breast and then the other, all the while avoiding my nipples. He bites hard enough to make me want more, to turn me on more, to make me that much more wet. When his lips finally reach my nipple, I climax. My eyes fly open, and I try to sit up, but he keeps me in place. His assault on my nipple stops as he switches to the other one, looking up at me, grinning, in-between. I'm getting attacked by my senses. Vincent is making me feel incredible, and he hasn't even reached the lower half of my body yet. His lips are finally removed from my breasts as he begins his journey down. He reaches my pussy, and the slightest touch of his tongue sets me off again. As his tongue begins giving me the full treatment, I find myself lost in pure pleasure. He was right; I have never felt anything like this before. His licks start off nice and slow, but as his pace quickens, he slides two fingers deep inside me, and his mouth takes over my clit. For the first time in my life, I experience multiple orgasms. About an hour later, he's finally ready to make love to me. I'm quite surprised I'm not exhausted yet, but at the same time, I'm not. My body explodes again as he enters me. His pace is slow, not wanting to rush anything. Just by his pace, the look in his eyes, on his face, it all shows me how much he loves me and how happy he is. I wonder if I have the same look on my face. We both reach our peak together, and he gathers me in his arms where I fall asleep. Epilogue Many years later… We're in Italy, staying in a beautiful hotel for our honeymoon. After nearly 50 years together, we finally decided to get married, and, I have to admit, it was my best decision yet, well, in the top five, at least. Things still haven't calmed down between Vincent and me. We still go at it like jackrabbits, but we are both blissfully happy. He was right when he told me I was his soul mate…. The End. Twisted Night "Taylor, my sweet, words cannot describe how absolutely breath-taking you look tonight. I could just ravish you right here." He smiles sweetly and innocently at me. I blush and thank him for the compliment. "You, yourself, look very inviting, Vincent." My voice is very soft as I speak to him. "Is there anywhere specific you would like to go tonight, Miss Taylor?" He is so inviting! I fight the urge to answer "to your bedroom," and not trusting my voice, I shake my head, "no." "Come." He offers me his hand, and I accept. His dining room is candlelit, with dinner already set upon the table. I'm in awe, and he lightly squeezes my hand. I look up at him to see him looking over the room. He looks down at me. "You are a ray of sunshine, an angel." He kisses me and embraces me. I never want him to let go. His arms feel too good around me. It feels so perfect....almost too perfect...like something isn't right. But, what couldn't be right? "Everything looks beautiful, Vincent." I look into his eyes and feel myself just melting. "Not as beautiful as you, my sweet." He takes my hand and leads me into the dining room. He pulls out a chair for me and has me sit. "What would you like to drink? I have wine, champagne, Alize, water...anything your heart desires." What my heart really desires is another kiss from him....another touch. Before I answer, he disappears into the kitchen and comes back with two glasses, one in each hand. One is Alize, and the other is that deep, red wine he was drinking last night. He hands me my glass and still stands next to me. "A toast to the most beautiful woman I have laid eyes upon. You captivate me and take my breath away, my sweet." He slowly takes a sip of the liquid in his glass, and I follow suit with my own. I look at him, basically taking in every detail of him. Tonight, he is wearing all black. A tight shirt that shows off every muscle and ripple on his body along with a pair of tight black pants. I have yet to be able to get a good glance at his ass in those pants. I bite down on my lower lip, still wishing for one more kiss...and then another and another and another. Already, it feels like I'm addicted to him. I think I have been since day one. Even though I know that he knows what I have been up to, I am still not afraid or nervous. I should be nervous. I know that this isn't the way most people would react to someone who has been watching them. "You're wondering how I know that you have been watching and following me." "How did you know that?" I'm basically in shock. It's like he's reading my mind. "I'm not reading your mind, if that is what you're thinking. I can just read it on your face. You look deep in thought, and I know you must have been wondering about it since I mentioned it last night." His accent thickens a little when he's serious. My heart starts to beat faster. I think it's a mixture of his sexy European accent and my all of a sudden nervousness. "There is no need for you to be afraid of me," he reminds me, once again. I continue chewing on my lower lip, waiting for him to go on. "I know that you have been watching me for several reasons. We always manage to show up at the same clubs, there have been times where I have seen your car parked near my home," he sits down next to me, never breaking eye contact. "Taylor, you are messy with following me. I can tell this is the first time you have ever done something like this. With all your money and resources, I'm a bit surprised that you didn't hire a private detective to find out everything about me before you took it upon yourself to do so. You are very smart, and the only reason you know so much about me is because I have allowed you to. Did you ever think that I was allowing you to do this? That I let you find out certain, private things about me?" Stunned, I can only manage to shake my head, no. What is happening? Why do I suddenly feel like a five year old who just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar? "Honey, listen to me." He takes my chin in his hand and makes me look at him, but not forcefully. "Did you ever stop to think that I was the one who was following you, finding out things about you, finding out the most intimate details I could get a hold of? Everything was in my hands, dear. I let you think that you were the one who was doing the so-called stalking. I know so much about you, you wouldn't believe that I found all of it out on my own. You and I have many things in common. We are both extremely wealthy and resourceful, but we do not like to flaunt our money." He caresses my cheek, and I lean into his touch, still in shock. "We both manage to get whatever we want, no matter what the outcome. I don't know what it is about you that has drawn me to you so much. I only know that there is something special about you, and I want to keep on seeing you and finding out everything I can about you on a more personal level." I close my eyes, not knowing what to say. Honestly, how can I say no to him? How can I refuse him? I want him now more than I ever have. I want him to show me everything he knows. I want....I want to be with him. The scent of Curve hits me again and drowns my senses. He smells so good. Why are all these useless thoughts going through my head right now? I should be thinking of something to say! I wish I could deny what he's saying and make it believable, that I haven't been following him around, but I can't. Slowly, I open my eyes and look at him. My lower lip is trembling, and he runs his thumb across it. "If you kept biting on your lip at the rate you were going, you would have caused yourself to bleed." His eyes flash with something for a quick second. Or it could just be that I'm seeing things. I don't know anymore. "Are you going to say anything or just sit here in silence for the rest of the night, angel?" I finally manage to bring myself together, to finally say something to him. "I'm sorry. It's just that this is all a really big shock, and I'm not really sure how to react to it." “Don’t worry about reacting to anything I have told you tonight. Just let it sink in as it will and enjoy tonight.” He runs his fingers through my hair and sends chills all over my body. I go to take a sip of my drink, but as I bring the glass to my lips, I realize it's empty. I don't even know when I downed the damned thing. He stands and takes my glass to go refill it. Am I supposed to relax??? What the fuck am I supposed to do? I get the sudden urge to just bolt and go home and curl up in my bed and hide. I feel like such a fucking idiot. I let out a deep sigh, still deciding on how I should go about handling this. He returns with my drink and hands it to me. I basically finish it in one gulp, trying to drown out all of my thoughts. He sits down next to me again and just watches me. I feel his gaze upon me, still not knowing how to react. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I tremble all over. "Taylor, please relax. Try not to worry and enjoy yourself." He takes my hands in his, running his fingertips over my palms. He stands and pulls me up with him. Wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, he whispers into my ear, "Please, trust me. You know me better than you think you do." He places a light kiss upon my cheek. I'm frozen in place, but I don't want to move. I return his embrace, bringing our bodies even closer. There is a heat radiating from his body. I rest my head on his shoulder, and we just stand there as we are. His phone begins to ring, but he doesn't make a move to pull away to go answer it. I raise my head to look up at him and before I even open my mouth, he tells me that it's not important. "The only thing that is important to me right now is you. You have my full attention. Nothing can draw me away from you right now." His voice is very soft, almost a whisper. I close my eyes and lay my head back on his shoulder. He starts rubbing my back, a sign of comfort. I begin to calm down a bit, but I think it's the alcohol finally hitting me, or maybe it's just being this close to him, breathing in his scent, feeling him against me. I begin to run my fingers through his hair, and I look up at him again. He leans in to kiss me, and everything feels perfect again, like things are the way they should be. I swear it's like he's casting a spell over me or something. I've only been here for about an hour and a half, but it feels like a lot longer. He pets my hair, trying to calm me even more. I still have the urge to leave, but I don't want to not be in his presence. What did he put in my drink? We stay like we are for what seems like forever, and then he finally lets go. I sigh softly, already wishing his arms were back around me. He looks at me, and his eyes are sparkling again, but he looks sincere. It really feels as if time has stopped for us, and only for us. "Angel," he raises my face so that our eyes meet, "Please, speak to me. Allow me to hear that beautiful voice of yours." My eyes well with tears. I'm still afraid and suddenly very ashamed of what I have been doing. I hate the fact that I have been caught, that he knew all this time. I feel like a fool. I am a fool, but I am a fool who seems to be falling in love. No, wait. It can't be love. It's only infatuation, lust. I cannot be falling for this guy. It's way too soon, and I know almost nothing about him. "I'm sorry, Vincent. I should go." My voice is very soft, and a tear slips down my cheek. He wipes it away with his thumb, and I lean my head into the palm of his hand again. "If you really feel you must go, I will not stop you. I will not hold you here against your will." I'm tempted to almost run out of the house, but I hold my ground. "I just...this is too much for me to handle in one night. I have to think about this. I can't...." My voice trails off as the thought disappears from my head. His arms drop to his sides, and he looks slightly rejected. His eyes fill with sorrow as he backs away a step. I know he doesn't want me to go, but I really don't want to stay a moment longer. He watches me, and it feels like he's almost reading my mind again. "I'm so sorry. I really should go." I take a few steps back, ready to almost run to the door if he tries to keep me there. "When can I see you again?" "I don't know. I just need time. Just give me some time to let this all sink in, for me to be more comfortable with this, with you." I feel like a fucking idiot. "When will you let me know?" He doesn't want me to go. I can feel it. I want to be in the comfort of his arms again. I want this feeling to go away. I want him to tell me that every thing is going to be okay. "I don't know. When the time is right?" He pulls a pen out of nowhere and scribbles something on a napkin and hands it to me. It's his phone number. I take it and put it away in my purse. "Taylor, please call when you're ready, and I want you to know that you are more than welcome in my home...at any time. I do not want you to go, but I do understand, and I will not keep you from doing what you feel is right, what you need to do." I nod and back up a few more steps. He walks towards me, and wraps his arms around me to embrace me again. I stiffen, but I honestly don't know why. "Please don't be afraid of me." He sounds almost child-like, but his voice still holds the power of authority in it. He lifts my chin up and places a soft kiss upon my lips before he lets me go again. "I hope to hear from you soon, my angel" With that, I turn away and leave. I get into my car and just sit in it for what seems like hours when it is only about a minute. I start up the engine and am on my way home. I sit in my driveway, still in my car. I don't want to go inside just yet because there is nothing for me to do in that damn house. It's too early for me to just go home and go to bed. I decide to go out again. I call up a few of my friends, and we meet up at one of the clubs I own. I'm getting trashed tonight. I don't want to think, I just want to be. The rest of the night flies by, and the incident with Vincent is put to the back of my mind. By the time I arrive at home again, I am drained and ready to pass out in my big, comfy bed. I undress and just fall onto the bed. I'm asleep within minutes. My sleep is full of dreams, dreams that are filled with Vincent. I am back at his home, in his dining room. I go to leave, and he stops me. He grabs me with such force and turns me around to look at him. His eyes have this evil look to them. They are golden, and he looks very angry. He speaks in a low tone that sounds almost like a growl. He tells me that now I am his forever and will never be able to leave again. He laughs wickedly, and his canines appear to be long and very sharp. I'm absolutely horrified. I try to run, but his grip on me is too strong. Underneath his hand, there is a bruise on my arm. No matter what I do, I cannot release myself from him. My eyes are wide as I stare at him. He pulls me closer and tells me now he really will make me his. I awake, gasping for air, my hand automatically clutching my neck. I'm okay. I'm home, in my bedroom, alone. I lay back down, attempting to fall back asleep, but the remainder of the night is restless for me. I cannot stop thinking about what happened at his home. When I do sleep, I dream of what could have happened. He could have attacked me, hurt me, or done something completely different from what he did. Why did he react the way he did? Was it because in reality, he was the one who was watching me? Is he watching me now? I'm getting paranoid for no reason. He did tell me that he wanted to get to know me on a more personal level, so why would he continue to watch me? I finally fall into a deep, peaceful, dreamless sleep. I awake the next morning feeling tired, and drained. I step into the shower and look at my body. I look even more pale than I usually do. It must have been the horrible night's sleep I had. I get dressed and step outside. It was just the florescent light in the bathroom. Getting in my car, I am unsure of a destination. I just want to drive, and drive I do. After driving around town for a bit and stopping for a bite to eat, I hop on the highway and continue my ride. The only destination I have in mind is where ever the road takes me. I end up in a different state, at the cemetery where my parent's memorial tombstones are. I smile as I remember them both agreeing that they wanted to be cremated. Stupid asshole drunk driver that crashed into them. There is a garden right at the entrance, so I stop to pick some flowers for them. The stones are side by side and my parents have been gone for only 2 years now. I still miss them terribly. I sit down in between the two stones and talk to them, telling them about everything that has gone on since I have last came to see them. I ask what to do about Vincent even though I know I will not get an answer. I do feel better after my talk with them, though. It was definitely something I needed to do. As I leave, I promise to visit more often. I get into my car and as the sun begins to set, I am on the road home again. I get home and decide to call Kylie, my closest friend. I convince her to take the next week off from work to go on a little vacation with me. I provide the plane, the room and board and all the expenses. All she has to worry about is having fun and keeping me company. I tell her we’re leaving tomorrow. I spend the night packing, too excited to sleep. On my way home, I decided that I needed to get away from everything, to have some time to myself to think. I still can’t shake off the feeling that he’s still there, watching me. At least I know if I’m out of the country, he won’t be able to watch my every move. Kylie calls me when she’s ready to go the next morning and asks me where we’re going. I tell her I have no idea and that we’ll talk about it on the way to the airport. We decide to go to France. The flight was long and annoying, and when we finally got to the hotel, we were really exhausted. The only thing the two of us wanted to do was go to sleep, but we forced ourselves to go take a shower and get ready for a long night out. During the days, we went sight-seeing, and our nights consisted of going to clubs and bars and enjoying ourselves. We flirted and we danced and we drank. She knew something was wrong, so I ended up having to tell her what was going on with Vincent. She went crazy on me. She basically yelled at me, telling me that I could have been killed or raped or something else. She also suggested that I never see him again and have a restraining order put on him. He was on my mind at all times, and I knew I had to know more about him. I decided that he and I should get to know each other better. I don’t tell Kylie about my decision. We arrive back at my home late Sunday afternoon and say good night. She thanks me for everything and tells me to be careful. I let it be. As soon as she leaves, I almost run for the phone to call Vincent, but I don’t. I have a few new messages, but nothing really important. I plop down on my couch and watch some TV trying to clear my head a bit. I end up falling asleep on the couch, dreaming of him. He’s running around, looking for me, calling out my name, and I tell him I’m right here. Finally, he stops and looks right at me. He smiles and runs toward me, gathering me into his arms. He kisses me passionately and gently sucks on my lower lip a bit. I feel a sharp pain and pull away. He looks at me, confused at why I pulled away. I feel something warm dripping down my chin, and as I look closer at him, I see that his lips are bloody. When he smiles at me, I see fangs, still red from the blood he drank. I awake with a start when the phone rings and quickly forget about my dream. I answer the phone, and it’s just a friend of mine wanting to know where Kylie and I have been. I get off the phone a little bit later and look at my watch. 8:30pm. I think I will call him. I don’t know if I should, and before I know it, my fingers are dialing his number. I had it memorized the very night he gave it to me. He answers the phone, sounding a bit annoyed. “Did I catch you at a bad time?” A million thoughts are already racing through my head. I fear that he gave up on me and moved on to someone else, that he only wanted to sleep with me. “Taylor! No, angel, you didn’t catch me at a bad time. I have just been getting phone call after phone call, and I keep hoping it is you, but sadly it never has been.” “Until now.” I add on. “Yes, sweet, until now. I am so glad you called.” And he sounds it. I swear his voice brightened up once he realized it was me. I tell him about my trip, and he asks if I met any interesting men while I was there. I tease and tell him I might have. It feels so good to talk to him. “Can I see you tonight?” The question catches me off-guard. “Vincent, I just got back a few hours ago. I still haven’t unpacked, and I still need to shower.” “Please, Taylor. I need to see you.” He sounds almost desperate. “Let’s see. It’s nine o’clock right now. How about be here around 10:30, 11:00?” “I will be there. See you soon, my sweet” “See you soon.” Excitement floods through my body, and I basically throw all my clothes into the clothes basket and jump into the shower. I picture answering the door and having him throw his arms around me and lift me up into the air. He kisses me passionately and tells me how much he missed me. This is so stupid. I shake the thoughts out of my head and start to wonder about what I’m going to wear. After I get out of the shower and dry off, I apply my make-up and go through my closet. I decide on a short black skirt with a red halter top. As I finish drying my hair, the doorbell rings, and I already know who is at my door. I take my time as I go to answer the door, and when I open it, there he is, looking better than ever. Twisted Night He has a big grin on his face as he looks at me. “You become more and more beautiful each time I see you.” He runs his hand across my cheek. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” I tease as I wink at him. “Come in.” I step aside and let him in. “Can I get you something to drink or to eat?” He shakes his head. “I ate a little while ago.” With the way he is looking at me, it feels like he’s devouring me with his eyes. “I have really missed you, Taylor. I was worried when you didn’t call for almost a week, and I hadn’t seen you around anywhere. I was afraid something terrible had happened to you or that you never wanted to see me again.” I laugh softly. “There was no reason to be worried, doll. I just planned the trip last minute, as I told you earlier. And I wasn’t ready to call until tonight.” “I understand. Come dancing with me tonight.” Eagerness is in his eyes and his voice. “You want to go dancing now?” “It doesn’t matter where we go or what we do as long as you are with me.” We’re standing face to face, his only inches away from mine. “Then why don’t we just stay in.” “That is what we will do, then.” Both of us are breathing kind of heavy, and he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. He kisses me deeply, and I just get lost in him. Right now, I would give him anything he wants and I wouldn’t even need to think twice about it. I run my fingers through his hair as the kiss gets deeper, more demanding, more sexual. He tries to pull away, and I won’t let him. He tries again, and I give in, almost whimpering when the kiss ends. “I’m sorry about that. I am usually in more control of my actions.” His eyes are sparkling. My voice is barely audible. “There’s no need to apologize. I very much enjoyed it.” I smile, wrap my arms around his waist, and rest my head against his shoulder. He sits down on the couch, pulling me with him, onto his lap. “If you don’t mind, I would just like to hold you for a bit.” His voice is soft and still very sweet. “I don’t mind at all, doll.” I close my eyes and end up falling asleep on his lap. I wake up about 2 hours later, and he’s still holding me close. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I was just so comfortable.” I look up at him and he’s smiling at me. “It is perfectly all right. I didn’t mind. You look so at peace while you’re sleeping. I wouldn’t mind watching you sleep all night.” I laugh as I start to sit up, but he keeps me on his lap. “And how entertaining would I be if I did nothing but sleep around you? Besides, I’m usually up until the crack of dawn and sleep the day away.” He pulls me closer to him. “Love, I could just stare into those beautiful eyes of yours and do nothing else but that and be content.” I blush and thank him. I talk him into going for a drive with me, and I watch as he admires my car. We finally get in, and I get onto the highway almost right away. I turn on the radio, and Drowning Pool’s “Bodies” is playing. I glance at him, and he bursts into a fit of laughter. “What is so funny?” My curiosity gets the better of me. “I just thought it was amusing that the first time I am in your car, this type of song comes on.” He winks at me. “What? You don’t like my taste in music?” I pout as I look at him. “Sweetheart, I never said that. Actually, our taste in music is another thing we have in common.” “I still don’t get what was so funny.” “You don’t have to, my dear. So, do you have any specific place in mind?” “No, not really. I figured we’d just drive around until I got tired of driving or ran out of gas.” I have an evil grin on my face as I glance over at him, but he doesn’t seem fazed at all. “There’s a cd case right by your feet. You’re more than welcome to pick something out.” He sifts through my cds and gets to the last page. I watch as he pulls out one of the cd’s a good friend made for me that I still haven’t written on. I guess his curiosity gets the best of him. He slips it into the cd player and Corey Taylor’s “Bother” begins to play. I get the impression that he has never heard the song before, but he seems to be enjoying it. I find myself singing along to it. It’s one of the songs I can’t help but sing along to, mainly because it’s one of my favorites. I feel him watching me, and I stop and look over at him, blushing slightly. “I’m sorry. It’s habit. I’m usually the only one in my car and…” He cuts me off. “Angel, you do not need to explain yourself to me. You have a beautiful, captivating voice.” I look over at him again and smile. I get onto the highway and still have no destination in mind. Living in Connecticut, I can pretty much just drive for a few hours and end up in another state. Do I really want to end up taking him to another state? We end up in Rhode Island at Misquamicut beach. I park and am out of the car before he can even say a word. I pull a blanket out of my trunk that I always have with me and find a spot to set it. It’s a nice night to be at the beach, not too hot or too cold. As soon as I get comfortable, he sits down next to me as I watch the waves crash onto the shore. “It’s a very beautiful night for something like this. Did you have this entire thing planned out, love?” He puts his arm around me. “Actually, no, it was all on impulse.” I laugh as he looks at me. “I’m serious. I didn’t plan it at all!” “I believe you, but you shouldn’t sit there.” He gets all serious again. “And why not?” Vincent only smiles and stands up. This time, when he sits down again, I am in-between his legs, and he wraps his arms around me. He whispers into my ear, “Because I believe this is more comfortable for the both of us.” My body melts into his as I get a chill from his breath against my ear. I look up at him, and he kisses me. His kisses are incredible, and I never want them to end. We sit there, together, for what only seems like mere minutes, but when I look at my watch, I see that two hours have gone by. “Vincent, we should get going. It’s already 3am, and it takes 2 hours to drive back.” He doesn’t say a single word and nods. The drive back is really quiet, and when we get back to my house, I find myself not wanting him to leave. He pulls me into his arms as we are standing by my door. “Although I do not want to go, my sweet, I must. I will see you again tomorrow.” He lifts my chin up and kisses me again. “You could always stay the night, “ my voice is almost a whisper. “As much as I would like that, it’s not the right time for it. Maybe another night, Taylor. You and I are both tired, and I think we both need our own beds tonight.” He brushes his hand across my cheek. “’Till tomorrow, then?” “Until then. Is it all right if I just come over, or would you like me to call first. It won’t be until after dark, for I have a few things I need to settle tomorrow.” “That’s fine. Anytime is fine.” One last kiss and he disappeared into his car. I want him so badly, but I knew he was right. It wasn’t right at the moment because it was way too soon. Well, at least one of us has our hormones in check. I go inside and close the door behind me. I stand against my door for a few minutes, still a little shocked at my behavior. I never ask a guy to spend the night at my place, and with him, it felt like I was begging. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I don’t feel fully like myself with him because I’m never that open with anyone. Maybe it’s something about him that just lets me be open with him. I don’t know. That’s another thing, I feel like I don’t know anything anymore, and I can’t think. It’s as I’m completely drugged or something. I’m not even sure about stuff when it comes to him. I wish he was here holding me and comforting me right now. Ugh! It’s starting to feel like I’m becoming dependant on him, and I hate it! I’m my own person who does my own things! I don’t need a man to feel complete! I just want to be with him, though. Wait. Wait just a second. Why does it sound like I’m falling for him? I can’t be falling for him. There’s NO FUCKING WAY! I storm off to take a shower, feeling utterly disgusted with myself. I have to be going crazy to think that I’m falling for a guy I barely know. I start wondering if he seriously cast a spell over me. My eyes close as the steaming, hot water relaxes me. I need sleep. I’ll feel much better after I’ve slept this off. I’ll feel sane again. I sit down at my dresser after I get out of the shower and stare at my reflection. I look exhausted, so I go to bed. My dreams disturb me a bit. I’m not sure where I am, but it feels like I’ve been here before even though it doesn’t even look familiar to me. It’s very dark, late evening, actually, and there looks to be no one out. I look down at my dress. It’s one of those from the Victorian era. It’s dark purple and very floofy, and I’m wearing a black cloak over it, the hood covering my head. My face seems to be hidden in it, but I think that was the point. My hair is flowing free underneath, kind of tousled. I feel very afraid and am walking fast as if I believe I’m in danger. I break into a run and enter a dark alleyway. Dead end. I spin around, and there is my assailant. With a look of terror on my face, I scream and yell for someone to help me. He tells me that no one will come to my rescue and that now, I am all his. The thought of rape races through my head as he backs me up against the wall. His hand softly brushes my cheek as he says, “Do not worry, my dear. I will not harm or defile you. I only wish for you to be mine.” I’m shaking from terror, and he kisses me. It calms me a little, and as he pulls away, I get a good look at his face. It’s Vincent. I whisper his name, and he answers with, “Yes, my love?” I kick him in between his legs and run off. I run into a thief and fall to the floor, dead. He had a knife out, and I ran straight into it. The last thing I hear is Vincent screaming, “NO!” However, my dream does not end there. He storms towards the thief, almost flying to him. He says, or growls is a better term, “You shall pay for what you have done!” As he’s yelling this, he appears to have really long canines, fangs really, and they glisten in the moonlight. When he breaks the thief’s neck, he is grinning wickedly as he lets him drop to the ground. Then, I awake. I sit up in bed, and it’s dark outside. It seems like I wasn’t out for that long, but when I look at the clock, I realize that I slept the entire day away. I was getting really hungry, so I climb out of bed and get dressed. Looking through my fridge, I don’t find anything appetizing, so I decide to make some pasta. I turn on the radio so the house isn’t dead quiet. I decided to do my make-up while I’m waiting for the water to boil, and I listen to my messages. Just a few friends with boring news and then, Vincent. I jump at hearing his voice and become very angry with myself for missing his call. I call him back, and he tells me he’ll leave as soon as he gets off the phone. I finish primping myself and decide to make enough pasta for two. As soon as everything is done cooking, my doorbell rings. I open the door and wrap my arms around him, and his hands rest on my waist, “Hey, sexy. Did you miss me?” My mood improved and my dream is pushed out of my head as soon as I heard his voice. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that kind of welcome,” he gives me his sexy smile. “I’m sorry. I…” I am cut off by his kiss. “It’s alright, Taylor. It was a really good thing.” He lifts me up and brings us inside, our bodies pressed against each other. “Are you hungry? I cooked.” I laugh as he places me on the floor again. “Actually, beautiful, I just ate.” “Oh, okay.” I start to pout. He kisses me and sucks on my lower lip for a few seconds. “No pouting. I never said I wouldn’t have some.” A smile lights up my face again. “Really? You don’t have to have much, and I added some stuff to the sauce…” He places his fingers on my lips to hush me. “Let’s eat, sweetheart.” Automatically, a certain thought goes through my head. I would love for him to eat…eat me, in fact. He gets this wicked look on his face as if he knows what I’m thinking. When we’re done, we sit on my couch cuddling. He tells me that he really liked it, and then, we fell into a very comfortable silence. “You know, you never gave me a tour of your house.” I’d like to give him a tour of my bedroom. “How about we do that another time, sexy. I ate too much.” I laugh and he agrees. We’d probably be safer at his house. I’m too comfortable here and too willing to take him to bed. If we were at his place, I’d have even more self-control. “Taylor, are you alright?” “Yeah. Let’s go dancing. I’ll just go change, and then I’ll be ready to go.” Or I could just strip for you right here, rip your pants off, and ride you right here. Okay, this is getting bad. I need out of here! Although, it does seem like he wouldn’t mind watching me change. No! Not now, not yet. It’s too soon. He kisses me and tells me to go change. “I’ll be right here, love.” I bite down on my lower lip as I walk away. I choose a pair of tight, black leather pants and a dark purple tank top. I walk back down to the living room and tell him I’m ready to go. “You are breath-taking. I think we should stay right here,” he smiles at me. “And why do you say that?” “Because I’m going to have to fight off every single guy in whichever club we go to.” I laugh and take his hand, getting ready to pull him up. He, instead, pulls me onto his lap, and I could tell he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. I bite down on my lower lip again and he kisses me. “You are everything I have ever wanted in life, Taylor.” How did this get so serious all of a sudden? I don’t want to laugh it off, but what do I say? I get up and try to pull him up. “Come on, Vincent, let’s go.” He follows me outside, and I drive. I’m not sure where I want to go, so I ask him where he’s in the mood to be. “Anywhere as long as I’m with you,” is his answer. I drive around for a while until I decide on one of the popular clubs in town. It’s one that a few of my friends have been to and have recommended to me. It opened up about a month ago, and I never got around to checking it out. I park and look at Vincent. He doesn’t even look like he’s planning to get out of the car, so I make the first move. As I’m getting out, I ask him if he’s planning to stay in the car all night, and we both laugh. We get in, and there are four different floors. One playing techno, one playing dark wave, another one playing hip-hop, and the last, it seemed was a mix of all three. The “rave” was all the way downstairs and what stood out the most were the glow sticks. The dark wave floor was right about it, and the main floor was hip-hop. We decide to go upstairs after we get our drinks. After over an hour of dancing, I begin to get bored. All the music sounds the same, and I find myself wondering why this is such a “hot spot”. I start to plan meeting with advertisers in my head about how to attract more attention to my clubs. Before I know it, Vincent is taking me onto the roof. “Thinking business, sweet?” he smiles sweetly. Once again, I have the feeling he is reading my mind. “I could read it all over your face inside, Taylor. We don’t have to stay here if you’re not enjoying yourself.” “No, we’re fine here…” “But?” “But I just don’t see what the big fuss about this place is. I mean, I know it’s new and what not, but the music is so repetitive.” He starts to laugh, and I realize I’m making a face. We decide to leave, but instead of going somewhere else, we take a walk. “It’s a beautiful night out, and the moon is breath-taking.” I look up at the star-filled sky and stop in my tracks. “Full moons always make the sky more stunning,” he smiles at me. I suddenly get the feeling that we’re being watched, and when I look at Vincent, he’s looking behind us, with a some-what predatory gaze in his eyes. “Vincent?” He doesn’t answer me; he doesn’t even seem to hear me. Then, he grabs my hand and tells me we should go. I’m really confused now, and a chill goes down my spine. Our pace is no longer nice and relaxing but quick and crisp. As we get closer to my car, he asks me if he could drive. Reluctantly, I give him the keys to my baby, and we speed off. The further away we get, the calmer he grows. “What was that all about?” I ask when I get back to my senses. I notice that we’re heading the opposite direction of my home. “And where are we going?” Still no answer. I place my hand on his arm, and when he turns to look at me, his eyes are ice cold and gold in color. I quickly remove my hand and practically hug the passenger’s door. I close my eyes, and when I look at him again, his eyes are that warm brown again and the look on his face isn’t hard anymore. “What were you saying, dear?” he asks sweetly. I close my eyes again, not sure if my mind was playing tricks on me or what. I get up the courage to ask my questions again. He tells me that he heard someone following us while we were walking, and if they had a car nearby, he didn’t want to lead them to my home. He tells me I’m safe now, and he will always keep me safe. I let it slide, not knowing what to think. We drive back to my place, and I’m not sure I want him to come inside with me. It’s not because of the sexual tension because, although it was still there, the events of the night placed those thoughts to the back of my mind. He follows me in; I don’t stop him. I walk over to my radio and turn it on. “Slept So Long” by Jay Gordon of Orgy starts playing. Next will be “Cold” by Static X. I guess I didn’t lose that CD after all. I lay down on the sofa while he sits on the love seat, no words passing between us. I should ask him to leave so I can get some sleep. This night was just too freaky. I close my eyes, trying to straighten out everything in my head. He sits there, not saying a word. Things have gotten weird ever since I first saw him. At first, it was just little things here and there, then it was my attitude and my dreams, and now, tonight. I don’t know what to make of it; I don’t think there is anything I can make of it. I sigh, and I hear him walk over to me. When I open my eyes, he is sitting on the floor near me. He moves the hair from my face and just looks at me. Finally, he speaks. “Taylor, what’s on your mind?” he looks concerned. I don’t answer, and he doesn’t press me. What am I supposed to tell him, that I’m not sure I want him in my life? No, I can’t do that. It’s not what I want, right? If he is the cause of all of this, in a way, I brought all of this upon myself. I showed interest. “Taylor?” his sexy voice cuts into my thoughts. “Hmm?” I look into his eyes. “What’s on your mind?” “Nothing. It’s just been a long night, and it’s finally hitting me.” I hope my lying has gotten better with him, although it isn’t a complete lie. He stands and I sit up. “It’s getting late anyway; I should go.” I walk him to the door and head to my bedroom. My thoughts are still a mess, and instead of trying to figure them out, I decide to sleep. My night is filled with horrid dreams. I’m being attacked and there is no one else in sight. As I am forced to the ground, my attacker is pulled off me by non other than Vincent. It sounds like he’s growling, and when a knife is pulled, I scream. Vincent breaks my attacker’s wrist and looks at me, with his fangs bared. I awake with a start. Why is it that in all my nightmares he’s a vampire? It’s just weird. I don’t know. It might just be because of the red wine he’s always drinking. I look at the time and see that it’s still early. I make myself something to eat and think about going to see Vincent. I sit on my couch, turn on the TV, and flip through the channels. There never seems to be anything on when I’m bored. I just need to get out of the house before I go stir-crazy, but what is there to do? I think back to last night at the club and decide to move forward an attracting more business to the clubs I own. I make one lunch date for this afternoon with all the advertisers that work for me. I take a shower, get dressed, and am out to meet them. Twisted Night Almost two hours pass before we all go our separate ways. I am already starting to feel better. A shopping mood hits me out of nowhere. Well, I guess I do have something to celebrate, even though it may be a little premature. I walk around, with nothing in mind at all. As I’m walking by one of the many stores I frequent, I see a killer skirt in the window. It’s long in the back and short in the front. I fall utterly in love with it and try to keep myself from running to go buy it. I have to have it, and I end up buying it. It is only one of the many things I buy on my spree. I come home and begin to put my things away. When I’m done, my attention goes to the TV again. There’s still nothing on. I’m so fucking bored it’s not even funny. I pick up the phone and unconsciously dial Vincent’s number. I’m about to give up when he finally picks up. “Hi, Vincent. I didn’t disturb you, did I?” “Taylor, no, of course not. Is everything all right?” “Yeah, things are fine,” I laugh, “I’m just really bored.” “Well, I’m not doing anything, why don’t you stop by?” Wow, he hasn’t asked me over since that night. “I’ll make dinner later. What do you say?” “Sounds great, sexy. When do you want me to show up?” “Well, I just got out of the shower,” his voice deepens a little, “I should be dressed by the time you get here, if you leave now.” I can picture that wicked grin on his face as we speak. “I’ll be there in a half hour. See you soon.” I change into the black skirt I just bought and put on a black shear top. I put on my black, knee-high combat boots and am on my way. My body trembles as I drive over to his place. My craving, my yearning, my longing for him has increased. It’s getting harder and harder to resist him. I wonder if he feels the same for me. I reach his house and park the car. My body trembles even more, and as I near the door, he opens it, almost hiding behind it. “Hello, love. You got here rather fast. Did you speed over?” He winks at me as he lets me in. “Speed? No, I didn’t speed, sexy.” I look at my watch. It took me ten minutes to get here. Maybe I was speeding and didn’t realize it. I turn to look at him, and he’s still wrapped in a towel. My heart beats faster, and desire runs its course through my body. I start chewing on my lower lip as I take in the sight of him. “I didn’t get a chance to dress yet. If you give me a few minutes, I’ll be ready.” “No, this is good. You don’t have to get dressed…” I can’t believe I just said that! It’s gotten worse…might as well work with it now. I walk over to him and run my hands up and down his chest, my eyes never leaving his. He pulls me closer to him and kisses me passionately. With my right hand, I play with his hair, running my fingers through it as I had so longed to do before, and with my left hand, I let my fingertips move up and down his back. He shivers slightly and pulls me even closer. I feel the towel drop to the floor, and my hands go to his ass, grabbing it. He moans softly and picks me up, taking me to his bedroom upstairs. As we reach his bed, he lays me down, and I get a full look at his sexy, exposed body. My desire grows even more, as does his. He leans over me and continues to kiss me, all the while, his hands wandering all over my body. I ache for the feel of his skin upon mine. These clothes are too confining, and I want out of them. I want to feel every bit of him upon me. I want his kisses everywhere. I want him making love to me. He runs his fingers over my stomach, and then takes my hands in his, making me sit up. He pulls my shirt and bra off, lays me back down, and places small, soft kisses all over my chest, paying the most attention to my breasts. My body shivers from his kisses, his licks, and his nibbles. As his hand moves down underneath my skirt, I let out a soft moan. He seems to be pacing himself, and it’s driving me insane. My skirt along with my panties end up on the floor, and his hand is caressing the throbbing, aching area between my legs, massaging me, making me want him more. He’s driving me insane with his sensual touch as I moan out softly. His touch is like…I can’t even describe what his touch is like. He stops, and I whimper. “I’m far from finished with you, love. There is no need to whimper,” he smiles at me as he moves down on the bed, ending up between my legs. His tongue barely touches me, and I moan out again. “You fucking tease.” My breath gets heavier than it already was. He looks up at me, grinning and slowly starts licking me, increasing the pressure of his tongue with each lick. As the speed increases, I scream out in ecstasy and my whole body convulses from the pleasure. I stop him, and he moves back up again, leaving a trail of kisses on his way. He kisses me passionately and enters me. It starts off nice and slow, both of us devouring the other, enjoying our time together, enjoying being one. Our speed increases, and I meet each one of his thrusts, my hips rising to meet his. I scream out from pleasure, and he slows down. I tell him to lie down, and I straddle him, riding him…slowly at first, and faster and harder as time goes by. He tosses me back onto the bed and gets on top of me again. We scream out together, he sort of collapses on top of me, his head resting near mine. I play with his hair as he lies on top of me, still buried deep inside. He rests on his elbows and looks down upon me. “Ready for round two, my sweet?” he has a goofy grin on his face, but he looks so inviting. I look at my watch and realize that three hours have gone by during our little adventure. I sit up underneath him and ask, “Why don’t you join me in the shower?” He smiles and gets up, then picks me up and carries me over his shoulder to the shower. We continue to play while he has me pressed up against the wall, the hot water beating down on our bodies, as he makes love to me over and over again. We move back to the bed again, and three hours later, we lay next to each other, in each other’s arms. I close my eyes and fall asleep as he runs his fingers through my hair. I wake a couple hours later to find myself alone in his bed. I find my clothes lying crumpled all over his floor and slowly gather them up. I feel as if I am glowing, not having slept as well as I just did in a really long time. I debate on getting dressed right away. I don’t want him thinking that I just came over here for sex and am ready to leave already. I find one of his shirts hanging on a chair and decided to put that on instead, hoping he won’t mind. I button it up, leaving the top three buttons undone and wander around the house looking for him. I make my way downstairs and still find no sight of him. Looking out the window, I notice that his car is still in his driveway, so he couldn’t have gone anywhere. Where could he be? I notice that the door to his basement is ajar, but I don’t want to go down there. I don’t want him feeling that I am invading his privacy. That is the only room of his home that I have yet to see. He never took me there when he gave me his tour. As I step toward the door, I hear the stairs creak and stop dead in my tracks. I almost hold my breath as the door slowly opens, with the moonlight pouring onto it. He emerges, and when he sees me, he smiles. “I see sleeping beauty has finally risen,” he winks at me. I blush slightly, “Yeah, I awoke and you weren’t there, so I decided to come and look for you.” I wonder what he was doing in the basement, if he was there the whole time or if he was just coming home. But where could he have gone at 2 AM? He moves closer to me and pulls from behind him a bottle of wine. “I figured I’d get you drunk and take advantage of you.” His smile grows into a grin as he looks at me. I take a few steps closer to him. “Sexy, you don’t have to get me drunk to take advantage of me…. All you have to do is kiss me.” At this point, we are standing a mere few inches from each other. He places his left hand upon my cheek, and I lean into it. Our eyes never leave the other’s. I take a few steps back, and he moves forward until I am against the counter. He puts down the bottle of wine he is holding and places his hands upon my waist. I bite down on my lower lip, my eyes never leaving his and he lifts me up onto the counter. “I do believe that shirt looks better on you then it does on me, sweet.” He kisses me, and I can already feel the fire beginning to build inside me. His hands move from my waist to my thighs as he deepens the kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him closer to me, my hands running through his hair. His lips move to my neck as his hands move up my thighs, underneath his shirt and onto my hips. I close my eyes as he begins to nibble lightly on my neck, the fire inside me now burning more. I forget about everything but him; it’s as if only he and I are in this world. His lips move back to mine as his hands find their way to my breasts. He starts to massage and caress them and stops as suddenly as he started. My eyes flutter open as he pulls slightly away from me, kissing my neck and down to my chest as his fingers work on undoing the buttons of his shirt. As he sucks on my neck, I get a flash from my dreams, and I pull back. He stops and takes a step back, a look of shock on his face. Why they had to hit me now, I don’t know. I felt like an idiot, and I wondered what thoughts were going through his head. He was just standing there, looking at me, looking like a wounded animal. It’s like he knew what I was thinking and he was hurt by it. What do I say to him? I tighten my legs around his waist, drawing him closer, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He’s still a little stiff, but once our lips touch, he seems to relax. My lips move from his to his neck, to his earlobe, and I begin to nibble on it. He’s still feeling uncomfortable with me; I can feel it. I whisper into his ear, “What’s wrong, Vincent. You’re acting as if I just called out someone else’s name.” I pull back to look at him. He places his hands upon my legs and pushes them down, signaling me to let him go, and I do. He continues to look at me like I have the plague and just told him that he caught it from me. I have no clue what I did, but it seemed really bad. I slowly got off the counter, and he took another step back from me. I should probably go. I really fucked up somehow, and he doesn’t even have the decency to tell me what it is I did. I start to make my way towards the living room to go to him bedroom and gather my clothes. As I’m walking away, I speak to him, “Vincent, I should probably go. It’s obvious that I did something to upset you…” “No!” He cuts me off, “Stay. I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to frighten you or give you the wrong impression.” I stop in my tracks and turn around. He’s walking toward me. “I don’t know what it is that came over me. I believe it was just the shock that I really have you here, that I was kissing and touching you in every way I had wanted to from the very beginning.” “Maybe we’re just rushing this…” “No, don’t think that.” He takes me in his arms and kisses me, igniting the fire inside me once more. As the kiss deepened, I felt his desire for me growing. With our bodies pressed against each other, I felt him getting harder and harder. He carried me back to the counter and finished unbuttoning the shirt, practically ripping it off me. His right hand caressed my left breast as his left hand ran through my hair. His lips left mine and immediately found my nipple, sucking and nibbling and licking it, teasing me. My nipple was rock hard in his mouth and his other hand found my right breast, his thumb running over my nipple, playing with it. My breathing was beginning to get heavy and fast as the fire inside me was now coursing through my veins, reaching every pore of my body. I was already getting wet, and soon, his right hand moved to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him as he started kissing me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist once again, all thoughts erased from my mind except for him and how badly my desire was growing. I needed him. I needed him to quench a thirst that only he could fill. I pulled his shirt off him and ran my hands over his chest. My lips left his to place soft kisses upon his neck, working my way down to his chest and back up to his lips. My hands were working on removing his belt, very clumsily. With my legs now spread, he moved his hand to my wet pussy and began caressing my clit. I moan out with pleasure and lean back a little, giving up on his belt for the time being. He slips in one finger, slowly moving it in and out while his thumb continued caressing my clit. He slips in another finger, pumping a little faster and harder, his thumb never stopping the circles around my clit. I move my hips in rhythm with every pump of his fingers, knowing he wanted me to cum. My pussy grows more wet as his fingers pump faster and faster. I am so close to cumming and he knows it. He stops and kneels down in front of me. I look down at him, biting down on my lower lip. He slowly moves closer and closer to my pussy, and then he flicks he tongue on my clit. The brief contact makes me moan and want more. He does this a few more times, and as I’m about to start begging him, he shoves his tongue into my pussy. I moan out, and he ferociously begins to lick my pussy. I guess it’s a good thing I shaved when I took my shower today. He stops for a second and then starts to start fucking me with his tongue. The fire inside me feels more like a furnace, and my hips rise and fall, matching his rhythm. He licks up to my clit and then sucks it into his mouth, just sucking on my clit for a bit. He’s driving me insane and he knows it. He’s enjoying it. He nibbles a little bit before his tongue caresses my clit, moving around in slow circles and then licking it like he would lick at an icecream cone. He inserts two of his fingers into my pussy again and pumps away at me while he licks my clit. As the pace of his fingers quickens, so does the pace of his tongue. Each time I come close to an orgasm, he stops licking my clit and just fingers me until he’s sure the urge has gone away. He goes on teasing me like this for about an hour before I scream out that I want to cum; I beg him to let me cum, and finally, he does. He licks at my clit while he’s pumping away his fingers inside my pussy, faster and faster until I scream out as I cum on his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, lapping everything up. I sit up and he stops, looking up at me. He stands up, and I pull him to me, kissing him and tasting myself on him. I try to undo his pants, but his hands replace mine and he takes care of them for me. They drop to the floor, and his beautiful, hard cock is at full attention. I take his cock into my hand and begin to caress it. He groans, and that turns me on even more. I hop off the counter and push him into a chair. I then get down on my knees and lick the head of his cock very slowly. I decide to return the favor by teasing him just as badly as he teased me. I lick the shaft of his cock very slowly, like I would lick a popsicle before I take his cock into my mouth. I slowly lick and suck on his cock as he lets out moan after moan. I quicken my pace just a little, my head bobbing up and down on his cock. When I slow down, he groans softly, and I grow even wetter than before. Soon, my pace in nice and fast and his hand is running through my hair. He’s getting close to cumming and I stop and sit down in front of him, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Taylor, that is so mean,” he looks down on me, pouting. “Don’t you dare give me that, Vincent. You did the same to me.” “Yeah, but at least I finished what I started.” I start laughing and hop back up on the counter. I motion for him to come to where I am, and he does. I kiss him deeply and wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls me off the counter and onto his cock. He enters me and I let out another moan. He has my back up against the wall as he makes love to me. My nails claw down his back, and I bite down on his shoulder as I scream out. He thrusts into me harder and faster, and I begin to feel another orgasm coming on. Still, he pumps away harder still and I let out another scream as I cum again, and soon after, he cums. He kisses me and carries me back upstairs to his bedroom and lays me down. He grins at me, as he sits next to me, looking at my body. “What?” “What do you mean, what?” he asks playfully. “Why are you staring at me.” I’m starting to blush. “I’m not staring, I’m admiring your beautiful body. You really are an angel, sweet.” I turn red at the compliment, and he lays down next to me, kissing me. I rest my head on his chest and end up falling asleep again. I awake hearing him speak my name. “Taylor?” “Hmmm?” I look up at him, still sleepy. “Sweet, it’s time for you to get home.” He looks down at me and brushes the hair away from my face. “I don’t want to go. I’m staying here with you.” I wrap my arms around his waist. He laughs softly, “Love, you need to get home. I have some things to do today, and I don’t want to leave you hear alone. Actually, I just won’t want to leave the house knowing that you’re here.” I pout and sit up. “You really want me to go, Vincent?” “I don’t want you to go, love, I need you to go so I can do what I need to. I promise we’ll see each other tonight. I’ll come over as soon as I’m done, alright?” I yawn and nod. “What time is it anyway?” “About an hour before sunrise. I’ll drive behind you to make sure you get home in one piece.” I shake my head. “I’ll be fine, sexy.” I grin at him, now being more awake. “I’m fine to drive home, I promise.” He nods and watches me as I dress. He walks me downstairs and gives me a long, passionate kiss at the door. “You know I really don’t want you to go, right?” I nod. “I know. It’s okay, I understand…just don’t move between now and tonight.” I laugh softly. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll see you tonight.” He kisses me again and walks me to my car. He wraps his arms around me, and I never want him to let me go. I don’t want to leave his arms. I’ve already become addicted to him. I groan as I feel him pulling away. “I promise…tonight, okay?” I nod and get into my car and drive home. As I walk inside, I smile to myself thinking I have found the perfect man…in every way. I undress and lay down in bed, falling into a deep sleep. I dream of having him cuffed to my bed, completely willing and helpless, yet I know he isn’t helpless. He’s smiling up at me, knowing what’s going though my head as I watch him laying there naked. His desire for me is obvious, but I plan to tease him before giving into my own desire. I straddle him and rake my nails down his chest as I lean down to kiss him. He pulls on his restraints, wanting to wrap his arms around me. It turns me on even more. My lips move to his neck as I gently nibble and suck on his neck before moving to his chest, and down to his stomach, leaving a trail of kisses along my way. I lick my way back up, nibbling every now and then, making him groan. I make my way to his lips again, and he kisses me hungrily. I pull away, moving down again, but this time, I let my fingers lightly trail down his chest. “Please, baby,” comes from his lips, almost a whisper. I smile up at him as I get up and remove a cat o’ nine tails from underneath the bed. It looks awkward in my hand, yet I feel empowered by it. I trail it down his chest, and he struggles against his restraints again, even harder this time. I see them straining from his strength. I lash at his stomach, and he closes his eyes, moaning. I’m already wet and discard of my toy, sitting next to him. Leaning down, I kiss his stomach, nibbling and licking my way down until I reach his hard cock. I lick at the shaft and swirl my tongue around the head then take him into my mouth. He groans and pulls at his restraints again. I feel every movement. Soon, I am lost in sucking on him, and I don’t realize he has broken free. His hands are tangled in my hair, guiding my head, but not forcing me. I stop and look up at him, a little shocked but at the same time, I knew he would break free. He pushes me down on the bed, taking complete control. He finds a pair of hand cuffs under the bed and turns the tables around on me. His hands wander over my body, teasing me, caressing me, loving me. I squirm under his touch as he watches my reaction to each touch. His hand is now between my legs, barely touching my pussy. I’m aching for him already, wanting so badly for him to touch me, to feel how wet I am, to feel how badly I need him. He slides a finger down my slit, grinning at me, stopping right before he reaches my clit. From underneath the pillow, he takes out a blindfold and places it on me, blocking out all light. It arouses me even more. He rises off the bed, and I wonder what he is up to when I feel his weight upon the bed once again. I feel the light flicker of his tongue on my pussy as he continues to tease me for what feels like hours. Suddenly, his tongue is on my clit, massaging it and driving me wild. I pull on the cuffs, wanting to be free as he licks furiously away at my pussy. My moans grow louder as he brings me closer to orgasm. He slides two fingers into me as he still licks away. I’m now screaming out his name and right as I am about to cum, he stops. Twisted Night “Vincent?” His lips are upon mine as I feel his body over mine. He removes my blindfold and enters me. My eyes widen and the feeling of him buried deep inside me. He keeps his pace nice and slow, kissing my lips, neck, any part of me he can reach. As his pace quickens, he begins nibbling on my neck. We’re both coming close to cumming now. I’m straining so hard against the cuffs that they are cutting into my wrists, but I don’t feel any pain. He looks up at me, and I know he’s about to cum, as am I. He grins as he looks at me, and I see them, right before his lips reach my neck and he bites me. I scream out, a mix of pain and pleasure. I awake, covered in sweat, my pussy wet from the intensity of the dream. I have always had a fascination with vampires, but that really doesn’t explain the reason that in every dream of him I have, he is one. I don’t know if this should bother me or not. All I can think about right now is Vincent and how badly I want him. I look at the time and find out it’s only noon. I’m not sure what time exactly tonight we’re supposed to meet, but I do know that he will meet me. I don’t even know when we’re supposed to meet. I want to call him, but at the same time I don’t. The last thing I want to do is come off sounding like one of those really attached girlfriends who can’t go an hour without hearing from their boyfriends. We’re not even dating yet…at least I don’t think we are. I’m not even sure what’s going through my head anymore. I feel so lost, yet at the same time, I don’t. One thing I do know for sure…I need to see him and feel him and taste him. I decide not to go back to bed and take a shower. The hot water feels so good on my body, and each time I close my eyes, flashes from the night before enter my mind. I get out and dry off, dressing in a t-shirt and jeans. All I was going to do most of the day was just lounge around the house and maybe clean up a little. The day wasn’t really eventful, but I find myself drifting off and thinking about my night with Vincent. No matter how hard I try or what I do, I can’t get him off my mind. It’s as if he has a hold of me, and in a way, he does. I really didn’t know him, all I know was what the PI I hired found out about him, and all Vincent did was confirm what I already knew. I have no clue what he dos for a living, but I know he had a lot of money. I don’t know how he obtained it, and I don’t even know if he has any living family. He seems to be a loner, but he also seems as addicted to me as I am to him. I really don’t get him. The funny thing is, when I do see him, I have all these questions I want to ask him, but as soon as I lay eyes upon that man, everything gets erased from my mind. I’m not even sure it matters anymore if I do find out more about him or not; I just want him to be mine. I make myself an early dinner, and for dessert, I have a Cap ‘n Coke. With music playing in the background, I contemplate my situation even more. Since he and I first spoke, I trusted him, without a single doubt in my mind. Something about him just makes me so comfortable around him. Maybe he did cast a spell on me. I laugh the thought off because it’s just too silly. He is amazing, though….one of the very few men to be able to catch my attention and hold it, and bring my guard down. A movie would probably do me some good because I should be able to concentrate on that better than the bloody TV, so I put in one of my favorites, Legend. Lily just got transformed to evil, with the pretty black dress, and she’s about to sit down at the table with the Lord of Darkness when my doorbell rings. I force myself to get up to answer the door. As many times as I have seen that movie, I still hate being interrupted while watching it. I walk to my door, and Vincent is on the other side. I didn’t realize it was so late. Neither of us say a word, but he walks in and kisses me. “Hi, sexy. Did you miss me?” he winks at me. All I can manage to do is nod. I have so many thoughts rushing through my head. How can he think I look sexy when I’m all scrubby? If I knew when he was coming over, I would have changed into something he would have liked better. “Um, are you hungry?” I manage to spit out. “No, love. I just ate not too long ago. I hope you don’t mind.” I love his smile. It’s just so irresistible. “Okay. Um, sorry I look like crap…” “Taylor, you look beautiful,” he cuts me off. “So, what would you like to do tonight?” I can see the lust in his eyes already, and my heart starts to race. “I was just watching a movie, and if we’re going to actually go out someplace, I need to change. I’m sure you don’t want to leave with me looking like this.” I laugh and tug on my shirt. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you out of that,” he grins at me. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. His lips are right next to my ear. “I have something I want to show you tonight, if you’re up for it.” I nod softly. “But I need to get changed first.” I look into his eyes and am captivated once again. He picks me up, carries me to my bedroom, and lays me down on my bed. He lifts my shirt up to right below my breasts and runs his fingertips over my stomach. I moan softly when his lips replace his hand. He begins kissing me right below my belly button, slowly working his way up until he reaches the barrier of my shirt. I’m already turned on, and I know the teasing has only begun. He removes my shirt and bra and continues kissing my body while I run my fingertips along his back. His lips barely touch my nipple, and I arch my back wanting him to stop teasing me. He flicks his tongue across my nipple before taking it into his mouth. His other hand is working on undoing my jeans, and as soon as he does, he stops to pull them and my panties off me. I lay there completely vulnerable to this man that I don’t really know, but I still want him with me. He gets off the bed and stares down at me, making me feel a bit self-conscious. “Well, are you going to get changed so we can go, or do you want me to dress you too?’ He has this big grin on his face. I sit up, not believing what I’m hearing. “You’re kidding, right? You did all of that, teasing me half to death, and you’re not going to finish what you started?” He laughs and nods. “You did say you needed to change, so I thought I’d help the process along. And I promise I will finish this later, and if you like, you can tease me back just as bad, if not worse.” I groan and get up, walking over to my closet. “Any preferences or recommendations, Vincent?” “No, sweet. I’d be perfectly happy with you leaving just like that.” He’s now sitting on my bed, making me want to rip his clothes off and take him right there. Instead, I shrug and pick out a pair of black pants and a purple fitted shirt. I then pick out a matching set of panties and a bra to wear. As I’m about to start getting dressed, he walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his hands resting upon my stomach. “You’re beautiful, you know that, Taylor?” I blush and say thank you. He turns me around so I am facing him and kisses me. It’s a kiss full of passion and want, and it turns me on even more. “Vincent, if you don’t let me dress, we’ll never leave this room.” It takes all my will-power to push him away from me. He nods. “I’ll be in the living room.” Before he leaves me, he kisses me one more time. I sigh softly, wanting to call him back into my room and just lay down with him in bed. I love being in his arms, and being away from him is almost like torture. Is this what love feels like? I don’t believe I ever knew the feeling until I met him. I finish dressing and apply some mascara and my lip gloss. I walk towards the living room and take my combat boots out of the closet and sit down next to him on the couch, putting my boots on. “You look indescribable, love. Every time I see you, you take my breath away.” He pulls me onto his lap, and I can feel his desire for me through his pants. I run my hand down his cheek and rest my head against his shoulder. “You know, if you continue on like this, you’re going to give me a big head and permanently change my skin color to red,” I laugh softly. “I can’t help it,” he looks down at me and kisses my forehead. “Are you ready to go?” I nod and grab my keys and purse as we head out the door, to his car.