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Dark Dreams Ch. 01

By: Acal





Dark Dreams Ch. 02



Alexander Cristo sat in an armchair in his penthouse apartment watching the first rays of the sun illuminating a naked redhead asleep in his bed. He surveyed the apartment he had recently acquired. It was furnished in dark wood with accents of warm grey and dark red and green. It was modern and urban. He walked out the glass doors onto a terrace that overlooked the city. The sunrise was breathtaking. They all were to him. But somehow all tinged with sadness. He watched the first bustling of activity below him. The small human creatures went about their daily routines ignorantly. They all had some puny goal or another. It was depressing how dead they seemed. They didn't understand what they possessed. He thought bitterly of his own plight. What he wouldn't do to have the chance, the ability to be so alive again.

He walked back in glancing once again at the girl on his bed. His kind sought ways to feel alive again. She was one of them. He felt closest to being alive when he brought their bodies alive. He remembered the woman at the lounge last night. Some model type. She was arrogant. They all were, but none could resist him. He chuckled bitterly at the game he played. It was easy to get her to his room. She was quite a hot piece of ass, he had to admit. She finally fell asleep after he made her cum so many times, she had lost count. He was harsh with them though. Using them to pleasure himself mostly. She stirred lightly, her long arms and legs stirring.

She smiled at him and got up on all fours, stretching her slender body almost cat like. Her firm breasts jutted down below her, capped in rosy pink nipples. Her alabaster skin was lightly covered in faint freckles. She crawled towards the edge of the bed where he stood and lowered his boxers. She freed his cock which was already hard from watching her, and enveloped it in her mouth. She ran her tongue around his thick shaft, teasing him. He lifted his hands and gripped her fiery red hair, forcing himself deeper into her mouth. She gagged, unprepared for his sudden movement. He thrusted in and out of her mouth gaining momentum as his cock grew rock hard.

He withdrew from her suddenly and pushed her back onto the bed. He pulled his boxers off as she kissed him hungrily. He pushed his long fingers into her already wet pussy. It was flushed lightly, soft and bare with just a trimmed strip of red hair. He skillfully played on her clitoris watching her moan and writhe under him. He parted her legs further and pushed his cock into her roughly. She came screaming out his name. He thrusted into her mercilessly as the sun rose to its full height. 

Her jade green eyes caught the light. As he stared into them, he imagined them to be light, golden brown. The long red hair tangled between his hands became dark auburn. He came, feeling more alive than he had in a very long time.

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Zara Green twisted a lock of auburn hair absentmindedly around her finger. Her light, golden brown eyes peered at her laptop screen. She had just received feedback on her presentation for the account and it was unbelievably positive. She had worked hard and knew she deserved it. What she didn't understand however, was the email she received from Mr. Alexander Cristo's secretary saying he had reviewed her work and found it exemplary. She was to be part of the visionary Impact team. 

The Impact team combined the most talented and brightest members of the firm, who met regularly to discuss and decide on the direction of the company. Zara entertained notions of getting there someday, but to be invited now was astonishing. Apparently she represented part of the fresh new talent and direction Mr. Cristo wished to take the company in. 

She sighed, thinking about him again. She had told Dean about what transpired in that deserted corridor a week ago, and remembered his response.

"Zara, I can't believe you let the guy practically dry hump you at the office!" Dean exclaimed. 

"If you raise your voice a bit louder am sure Smith's can hear you up on 4th street," Zara remarked dryly seeing the scandalized faces of the people around them at her favorite coffee shop.

"Oh," He said with an amused smile playing at his mouth. I could have made it juicier if I'd known we had and audience. She punched him playfully.

She jerked into the present as the real Dean approached her desk. 

"Do you want to take an extended lunch with me?" He offered her an arm, surveying her knee length black pencil skirt and white shirt.

"I wish," she sighed. "I have to go to a meeting with the Impact team in a half hour. 

"What?" He said, shocked. "Are you serious Zara? Why didn't you tell me? That's amazing."

"I only heard today. It's strange isn't it?" 

"You deserve it Za. I'm proud of you." He knew she did, though he wondered at the motives behind the offer. He was shocked at her story about Cristo and from then on had a heightened awareness of the man. Zara had been oblivious to it wrapped up in her work, but he had observed Cristo's visits to their department and his seemingly incongruous and frequent glances at Zara. He could feel the jealously soaring through his veins. 

The damn guy could have any women he wanted, and reports were he got exactly that too, so what he wanted with Zara was beyond him. Though watching her retrieve a manual file from a low shelf next to her desk, her calves tensing and her shirt dipping slightly at the top, he thought he knew. He left her desk thinking of a boardroom he knew was empty and a certain brunette in tech support he thought he could persuade to have "lunch" with.

A half hour later, Zara arrived at Alexander Cristo's office. Most of the team was already gathered. They were the top echelons of the firm, most of them experienced and old. The youngest member was about 8 years her senior, Robert St. Claire. They all exchanged greetings with her civilly enough. She sensed hostility from a few of the fourteen members, with indifference from the rest save two members. The indifference stemmed from the uncertainty they all had about their place within the firm. 

Even though the takeover by Cristo boded well for the company, the future of the staff placement was uncertain. It was sudden and no agreements had been reached. The two members who had greeted her warmly was a powerhouse of a woman, Clara O' Brian who was a director at the firm and Robert, the youngest member. The former was appreciative of the spark she sensed in the younger woman, reminding her of herself, and the latter was more involved in thoughts about what lay underneath her clothes and sparks between the sheets.

She however, was oblivious to it all, and even more so when Alexander Cristo walked into the room. 

His body was once again sheathed in a power suit of charcoal grey. He exuded power, and even though his eyes glittered with intensity, there was a calm about him that was unnerving. It was like the ocean before a storm. She chided herself on her inappropriate poetic references and listened to his deep, attractive voice as he outlined their purpose. He introduced her, commending her on the initiative she took and his hope of the valuable addition she would make. 

As he said her name, she felt herself go warm. It was inexplicably erotic when his lips formed her name and it transported her back to the deserted passage. She stared at his beautiful body, remembering it pressed against her. She snapped back to the present looking at his plans. They were quite brilliant. He was planning to launch several new divisions and financial products building on the structures they already had coupled with the synergies, his other acquisitions gave. 

He walked around the great oak desk as he spoke, meeting her eyes often. The meeting was over soon. She felt proud at a few of the suggestions she managed to give. Some even won grudging support from the hostile factions of the team. She was about to leave Alexander's expansive office when she heard him tell her to stay behind. 

Her heart rate increased as she wondered at what he wanted. A part of her was thrilled and another equal part wished to bolt out of the door to the elevator, or even the stairs if that was quicker. She breathed in deeply to calm herself and walked to his desk. It was positioned at the other end of his office, behind which was one of the best views in the city, projected through ceiling to floor glass windows. 

He had already seated himself on the other side in an impressive chair. He motioned for her to do the same in a chair positioned next to her. She sat tentatively. 

"Ms. Green I have two things to say to you." His voice was more intimate than earlier and it drew her in. "Firstly I would like to apologize for my inappropriate behavior last week..." At this he looked at her, watching the warm blush spread over her cheeks.

"...And secondly, I would like to formally ask you out on a date."

At this she grew enraged and stood up hastily. 

"Mr. Cristo, if you think that by letting me on this team, you have bought my affections or a place in your bed, you are sorely mistaken. I thought the offer was based on my abilities and talent alone. How could..."

"Ms. Green." He interrupted. "Please stop and listen to me. My decision to place you on this team was independent of any attraction to you or intention I may have as to your body." At this his eyes raked her slender form making her blush furiously.

"Do you think I have come thus far in the business world, letting anyone make decisions in the company just for the sake of bedding them?"

She felt the reality of his words hit her.

His voice lowered to the tone he employed earlier.

"I have seen your presentation and you were actually recommended to me by six of your managers. As to the inappropriateness, let me assure you, this is a short term venture. After growing this company into something worthy, I plan to sell it. I won't be around long enough for any ill effects to arise."

He walked around the desk to where she stood. 

"So Ms. Green, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me." His voice was enticing. She felt it was wrong and her mind, even though not identifying any real problems, felt restless. As he came closer and caressed her cheek with his hand, her body betrayed her. She sighed, all her senses ignited as his touch both burnt and comforted her. She leaned into it perceptibly.

"Yes," she breathed. 

As she turned around and walked out of Alexander Cristo's office, she knew something was wrong. Her life as she knew it was changing. Drastically. Later, she would always go back to that moment, wondering what would have been had she said no and never seen Alexander again...



Dark Dreams Ch. 02



Joseph laid on the soft bed and closed his eyes, his head pounded painfully each time he opened his eyes. Even in the dim room everything appeared much too bright as if the full light of the sun was shining in his eyes. His thoughts turned to his wife Amy and she will feel when he doesn't return home. His legs felt like jelly and he couldn't even shift them, they seemed as heavy as iron weights.

He winced when the front door creaked open as the sound was greatly intensified, Circe's soft footsteps sounded like booming drumbeats over the worn carpet. Circe entered the room and said as quietly as she could, "All your senses are adjusting. You will have greatly enhanced vision, hearing and strength. The reason for you not being able to move is because your muscles are tightening and strengthening. The blinding light, deafening sound and heavy stiffness will wear off in about a day or so. You will need to rest here until then." 

He winced and whispered "Good to know; everything is painful." She reached over and touched his arm, the simple contact sent pinpricks of hot pleasure rushing through his body. 

"The over sensitivity is the worst part of the change but it will be over soon enough," said Circe before she turned and left the room quietly as she could.

***

A tall broad shouldered man walked down an alleyway lit by the dim streetlamps and looked behind him cautiously as he kept getting the feeling of being followed. He continued down the alleyway as a shadow ghosted over the walls; a shudder passed over him. He quickened his pace as he was still unable to shake the uneasy feeling he was getting.

There sounded like there was a footstep behind him. He turned and saw a woman glowing with ethereal radiance. He opened his mouth about to speak but she grasped his throat and tossed him against the wall. He hit the ground with a thud. She picked up his unconscious form and carried him away with her.

Dazed he opened his eyes slowly; she stood over him naked watching him. She reached forward and grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled, tearing his shirt away from him, exposing his well defined chest. He began struggling against her as she reached for his belt after she had torn and removed the rest of his clothing. She pressed his struggling form against the bed.

A hot surge of pleasure rushed through him as she scraped her long nails over his chest. He bucked against her trying to shift her unmoving form. He groaned as an intense wave of pleasure slammed into him when she dug her fangs into his neck. She moaned in pleasure as the warm sweetness of his blood hit her tongue. She climbed on top of him and pushed his hardened member inside her.

He groaned as she began riding him. Circe dug her long nails into his arms as he writhed under her. She thought to herself while she grinded herself on him, making him cry out, 'It's always so much better when they struggle.'

He groaned as the intense burning pleasure ate at him. She clamped her muscles over him as she thrust onto him. He cried out as she forced his release from him when she bit into his neck again and began taking his blood. His body shuddered under her as she pulled his release from him. She loved the feeling of his hot sweet blood rolling down her throat and the sensation of his throbbing member pulsing deep inside her as walls tightened over him like a vice, her orgasm burning through her.

Karen awoke with a start, her hair and pyjamas stuck to her body again with that sheen of sweat. 

"Again? What is with this dreaming? I most certainly would not want to rape anybody and where are those fangs coming from?" she mumbled as she slipped out of bed to clean up.

***

His body went limp under hers and she let go of him, sure to leave some blood behind. She slid off the bed and licked her lips getting all the excess blood. She walked into the bathroom and cleaned herself up before putting her clothes back on. She walked into Joseph's room where he had his head turned into the bed with the pillow wrapped behind his head and pressed against his ears.

She called out softly to him and said "Joseph, I am just going out again to get food. I'll bring you back something. You must be really hungry by now," 

Joseph lifted his head from the bed and said "Yes, thanks Circe." 

Her ethereal features curved into a smile as she knew what he was going to do when he left the following night, now finally noticing the ring glinting on his finger.

***

"Damn dreams are a nuisance, well at least I've gotten all my marking done now," mumbled Karen as she got dressed and ready for work. "If it happens again tonight, I'm going to have to do something about it. They just seem so real."



Dark Dreams Ch. 02



He knows what I need. I had been so stressed. Life had been beating me up. My father had been sick and refused to go to the doctors. All of this was weighing on my shoulders. The headaches are endless. I need him. I need what he does for me.

"Ali, I need you to meet me." His message on my cell surprises me.

I leave work early, the privileges of being the boss's daughter. I go home to my closet and run my hands through the clothes with my eyes shut to figure out what I want to wear. My hand catches on one, then two things. It's perfect; I know Sir will be pleased and surprised.

I grab a towel and head for the shower. I lather my poof after I step in. The hot water and bubbles slide across my skin like your hands worshiping my body. I play with and pinch my nipples. I love how they poke through the suds.

I flip the shower to the handheld. I rinse my entire body carefully. I know I shouldn't, but I can help myself. I use the sprayer and tease my clit. I am already hot and bothered from your message, so it doesn't take long.

My moans of passion build into screams. I grab the shower bar with my free hand, so I don't collapse in the bottom of the tub. The cold water brings me back to reality, rather quickly. A brief whole body rinse and I am good to go. It only takes a few minutes to run a brush through my hair and dry off.

I cover myself in the lavender lotion you enjoy so much. I put on the outfit that I selected earlier. I pull on my trench overcoat and slide on a pair of sexy, fuck me heels. As I head out the door I grab my purse.

I have about a two hour drive ahead of me. That's an excruciatingly long time in my wet, excited state. Also plenty of time for my mind to go into overdrive. I am nervous to think what lies ahead of me.

The miles tick past slower than molasses. I can feel my panties getting wetter the closer I get to your house. I catch myself singing along with the radio, at least good music is helping keep me distracted. My cell beeps with a message. 

"Cum." The text message from you is quite clear.

Just the word is enough to bring me to orgasm. You always know how to torture me with energy play. No matter where I am or what I am doing you can make me cum for you. I don't know how you do it, and I don't care. I am your woo slut.

I pull up out front of your house and I sit out front for a few minutes trying to gather my thoughts. I take a few deep breaths, that aren't really helping. I grab my purse and keys and head to the door. As I knock, a text come across that the door is open. I let myself in.

The house is dark, lit only with candles. There is quiet classical music playing in the background. It feels like a staged set, and I am the leading lady. I just wish I had a script and lines to go by. I walk up the stairs to the second floor. I still don't see you, so I sit on the leather couch and wait. Minutes creep very slowly. I really couldn't tell by the tone in your voice mail whether you were angry or just requesting me. The longer time passes I start worrying whether you might be angry with me.

I lay my head against the back of the couch and snuggle in. I don't mean to close my eyes but for a moment. I wake suddenly to the cold of your chainmail single tail whip wrapped around my throat. 

"Was I boring you?" You hiss into my ear.

I couldn't answer if I tried. I try to look up at you, pleading for mercy. You hold me with an iron hand. Your other hand runs down my hair, gently. My head leans ever so slightly into your hand. I adore you my Sir, and I am yours do with however you see fit. 

You pull me into a standing position. I hear the flick of a knife opening in your free hand. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I love when you play with your knives. I feel a flick then pop. I hear the first button on my coat hit the hardwood floor. You do this to all eight buttons holding my coat closed.

I hear you quickly intake a breath. I open my eyes to see you hungrily admiring my choice of outfit for this evening. A dark raspberry chemise, matching robe and panties are all I wear for you tonight. I shrug the coat off into a puddle on the floor. I'm hoping you don't decide to cut my lingerie off; I am quite fond of this particular outfit.

You slide the chainmail from my throat and snap it inches from my arm. I don't flinch; I trust you and I know better. You use the back of the knife to untie the robe, and then use it to pull the soft material from my left shoulder. I gasp as the single tail kisses the bare skin on my shoulder. It surprises me much more than it hurts. 

You push me up against the closest wall, your arm across my chest, pinning me. I struggle briefly, but I know there isn't much point to it. Once you decide you want something you take it. I love you for it. The tip of your knife hovers over my heart. You draw downward through the satin, cutting a perfect line completely through my chemise. I sigh, I should know better than to wear my favorite pretties around you when you are playing knives.

You cut both shoulder straps and it falls to the floor. My robe is the only thing between us. Your hand runs through my hair, fingers tangling and pulling my head back bearing my throat to you. You are a predator. Any doubt of that disappears as you sink your teeth into my neck. Part of me wonders if you are going to rip open my jugular. 

You growl into the bite, the vibrations are delicious. I reach up and you lean in so that I can cling to you. I have one hand wrapped in your thick beautiful hair, the other clinging to your back. The energy becomes so intense, I cum from the bite. I scream for you and the room spins, I lose all sense of time or where I am. The tremors rock my body, nectar from my pussy runs freely down my legs. I'm glad you have a hold of me or I would be sinking to the floor in a puddle.

Your teeth gently release my neck. You use the whip as a leash around my neck to take me to the bedroom. 

"Stand." Your voice is clear and firm.

You nod at my robe. I slowly slide the satin off one shoulder than the other. I run my hands over my breasts with the material, then down my stomach and finally hips. I let it fall to the floor.

"What do you want?" You ask.

I turn around, and bend over placing my hands on the bed. I present my ass to you, and drop my head in submission to whatever you desire to do with it. You chuckle softly under your breath. The sharp sting on my left cheek leaves me gasping for air. You immediately rub the sting away, taking care to rub my lower back and thigh as well. You do the same to the other side. You take special care not to hurt my back.

You walk around me and pull me down to my knees. I reach for you, unbutton and slowly unzipped your jeans. I reach in your jeans wrap my hands around your tight ass cheeks and slide your pants down. I nuzzle your hard cock through your under ware.  

I pull your dark blue briefs down with my teeth. I help you step out of the combination of clothing. I kiss gently up the inside of your thighs. I run my fingernails down your ass cheeks and down the back of your thighs. I feel you shiver with pleasure. I gently lick then suckle each of your balls. I roll my tongue around tasting and teasing them. I take the tip of my tongue and trace the dorsal vein up your hard cock to the head. I place sweet kisses along your length. 

I giggle as I get pre cum on my nose and I have to stop to wipe it off and lick my finger clean. I run my tongue over your slit to get the rest of your essence. I run my tongue around the crown two or three times, and then sink your entire hard cock deep into my throat. I pull your body into me. My tongue swirls as I suck deeply on your cock. 

I groan in disappointment as your hand pulls me away by my hair. You pull me to my feet by my hair and roughly bend me over the bottom of the bed again. My pussy is sopping wet, so you dip your fingers into my honey pot. You pull them out and use my juices as lube for my ass. I sigh in pure pleasure as your fingers circle my tight rosebud. You gently push past my sphincter loosening me up. I am so disappointed when you stop. 

I gasp as you sink your cock slowly into my ass. The pussy juices and my saliva on your cock leave minimal lubrication, so you go slowly as to not hurt me. It is delicious torture. I lean back, as you guide my hips back into you. It feels so good.

You start with long deep strokes. I begin to cum fairly quickly. You continue alternating between long and short strokes. You pause long enough to put your hands around my throat. You are firm but not choking. This produces another round of tremors in me. My multiple orgasms are too much for you. You thrust deeply into me and howl as you orgasm, dumping gallons of hot cum deep in my bowels. This makes me cum again, my screams lost in your howls. We both fall onto the bottom of the bed. You pull out, with your cum running down my leg. You gather me into your arms, and help me up onto the bed. I curl into your chest.

"Thank you Sir." I can barely speak.

"Good girl." You always say this to me when you are particularly pleased.

Cuddled safe in your arms, I am protected from the world.

To be continued...



Dark Dreams Ch. 02



All content of this story is copyright {2014} by Desired_Temptation and is my intellectual property. This is purely a work of fiction and fantasy and all characters are eighteen years old or older. None of the events exist or have ever happened. This story is not to be redistributed under any circumstances without my express written permission.

***

(Sage)

Staring down into the expressive blue-green swirl of her eyes, I saw the shock and disbelief in their depths. Whatever had possessed me to approach the mortal woman evaporated and I was silently cursing my stupidity. What the hell had I been thinking, telling this woman my darkest kept secret?

I heard the metal click a moment before the door behind the human crept open, releasing the loud music and various scents that flowed out of the club she came from. I watched as her shoulders tightened, her creamy globes of womanly flesh rising beneath her sleek revealing maroon top as she gasped in surprise. Spinning towards the noise, I stood still as her streaked blond hair fluttered around her bare shoulders, brushing my chest lightly. Her flowery scent washed over me and I drew it into my lungs with a slight desperation.

Hunger crashed over me so suddenly that I had to take a staggering step away from the walking temptation. Sinking into the shadows of the building behind me, I cursed the hand that fate threw at me. I knew why this mortal had weakened me. Why she drew me to her like a dark moth to her blazing flame. She was intriguing. Intoxicating. She was my drug of choice that smelt of Japanese blossoms and tainted innocence.

Letting the darkness cling to my form, I pressed my back against the brick wall of the building behind me and hid from her. I knew that I should have ran, but my feet stayed planted to the grungy alleyway ground. Green eyes observed the small interaction the bouncer had with my fragile beauty. I watched the pulse beat against the paleness of her throat, the small curve of her pink lips as she responded to the blond male. Long elegant pale fingers fluttered across her back pockets in a nervous gesture, her thumbs hooking inside those tight denim slits.

Fuck me sideways!

Was there nothing about this woman that didn't pull me towards her? Was the universe truly so cruel as to present such a bountiful temptation that I had sworn off? Fate should have known that I feared this very encounter. I couldn't...I wouldn't cause the death of another mortal love. I wouldn't survive it.

Those soul retching eyes of hers turned towards me, killing off my internal ranting. Those eyes that had a shocking spiral of blue and green were now a startling sky blue. I had never seen such astonishing eyes on a mortal, much less an immortal. It seemed her emotions were expressed through the changing of those intelligent orbs.

A heavy sigh fluttered past her lips as she glanced up and down the alley way, her watch gaze returning to my darkened hiding spot. Disappointment and frustration flashed across her pale features. Dirty blond brows scrunching together and those kissable lips pressing into a thin line of displeasure.

Turning on her heel, I watched in silent agony as she turned her back to me. Muscles tensing with the need to follow my new prey, I fought the urge to claim her. My rational mind knew I needed to keep my distance, but the demon in me wanted her. Craved her.

Pushing the planes of my back into the hard ridge of the bricks, I started when her voice cut through my focused attention.

"Coward," she murmured softly, almost as if she knew I was still there.

Walking towards the forgotten bouncer, I watched in stunned silence as she disappeared through the door. For what felt like an hour went by as I leaned there in alley, breathing in the remnants of her Japanese blossom fragrance before I moved. I knew following her was a bad idea, but for once I let the dark side of my nature take over. 

This mortal was mine.

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(Stella)

Shoving my way through the hot press of sweaty bodies, I held back the urge to snap at anyone who dared to approach me. That arrogant gorgeous prick had to nerve to just vanish on me! Unbelievable. Especially after his little parting revelation. 

Reaching the last place I had seen Violent and her admirer. Growls of frustration slipped past my lips when the leggy blond was nowhere to be seen. Dammit. I wanted to go home, but I wouldn't leave before checking in with her.

Heading towards the bar, I spotted the busty bartender serving the very guy my friend had been mewling at. Quickening my step, I pushed through a throng of laughing college students and luckily was able to catch the stud as he paid for two drinks. One was pink and frilly looking and the other was a glass of foam covered beer.

"Hey!"

Brown eyes jerked over to look down at my five foot four figure. Without my two inch heels, he would have to look lower. A smile tugged at his lips and he sauntered the few feet to reach me. He had a rolling smooth step that was somewhat attractive. Not as sexy as my dark visitor, but still appealing.

"Hey. Looking for Violet?" He was straight to the point. Nice.

I nodded, relieved I didn't have to do any small talk with the painter. 

Nodding softly, his eyes roamed over my face for a moment before he gave a small smile. "I'll take you to our table."

Turning with his drinks in hand, he started leading me through small clusters of laughing happy drunks to the small round tables that lined the outer edges of the club. 

"Did something happen?"

Looking up from his broad back, I met his concerned gaze over his shoulder. It surprised me that he noticed my change in demeanour, considering we were complete strangers. I didn't know if I liked him being able to read me so well.

"No. I'm fine." I lied.

"I know you don't know me, Stella, but if someone's bothering you just let me know. I don't believe in hassling women."

A soft smile curved my lips. "I'm fine, really. Just frustrated. Thank you..." I paused. I couldn't remember the guy's name for the life of me.

Knowing eyes met mine and I looked away sheepishly. Luckily I was saved by Violet's giddy voice calling out my name.

"Stella... You okay?" Blue eyes filled with a dulled concern met my blue-green eyes and I had the sudden urge to spill the beans to her. "You look...agitated."

Forcing my smile to fill my gaze, I was surprised how difficult it was. I was confused, sexually frustrated, and angry. Why had I let that complete stranger bother me so much? Yes he was a stalking wet dream that carried all the characteristics I desired in man. He was mysterious and interesting. Maybe it was the way my body tightened at the sight of those piercing green eyes that mesmerized me. 

He also puzzled me. The depth of longing that cried out from his very being was startling. How could such a man feel that lonely? He could have anybody he wanted, so why did he look as if he was starving for companionship?

Clearing my throat, I pushed my troubled thoughts back. "I'm just tired. I have a client coming over early, so I'm going to head home." The lied slipped smoothly from my lips and it was slightly alarming how easy it was to deceive my best friend. "Are you going to be okay here?"

Glancing at her stud standing casually beside her, I noticed he still held their drinks. I felt the small frown crease my eyebrows before I could catch it. Brown eyes flicked down towards his hands. A corner of his mouth curved up as he met my blank gaze. 

"I don't like to leave my drinks unattended. Too many stupid ass people around here," he explained to my unspoken question with a nonchalant shrug of a broad shoulder.

A real smile touched my lips. This guy didn't seem so bad. Violet actually picked a decent one with some brains behind his good looks.

Violet's small hand touched my arm lightly, drawing my attention back to her. "I'll be okay, but you better call me tomorrow. Promise?" Blinking her blue eyes at me, I noted the hard look in them and realized that she wasn't asking. She was demanding that I talk to her tomorrow.

Smiling, I nodded and decided to run away while I was able to. Winding my way through the carefree dancers, I headed for the door in a desperate attempt to escape the cluster of lust filled boozers. Letting a dark haired, over muscled bouncer get the door for me, I practically ran out into barely lite darkness.

Sucking in lung full of fresh air, I started down the sidewalk towards my sleek midnight blue 2013 Corvette I had bought a few months back. Digging for my keys in my left front pocket, I pulled the juggling bundle from my jeans and located the black keypad. Hitting the lock button, I glanced up at the flash of lights and the sharp chirp my car let out. I had parked closer then I thought I did. Goody.

Climbing into my gorgeous beast, I put the key in the ignition. Hearing the rumbling engine turn over in all its thundering glory brought a smile to my face. Being a mechanic's daughter had installed a deep appreciation for the sweet hunks of metal. I just favored the newer faster models over the old classics my dad liked.

Clicking my seat belt in place, I pulled away from the curb and accelerated down the two laned road. I was happy to be going home. With all my frustration and curiosity from my tall dark and handsome visitor it had me itching to paint. I painted when I was moody, but this time was different. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I honestly didn't want to forget him. He truly was my dark dream.

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(Sage)

Reviving the engine of my black Dodge Charger, I pulled out behind the blue Corvette as it sped down the road. Heading away from the inner city, I kept a bit of distance between our cars. Over the soft roar of the engine and the hush in the dark interior, I tried to convince myself that I was only trailing the human because I wanted to sedate my curiosity. That I wasn't stalking after her like a predator.

After she had left the alley and headed into the club, I had battled against the desire to run after her flowery scent. With her parting jab, my decision had been set. Slipping in through the door she had gone through, I tweaked the bouncer mind and convinced him that it was alright for me to come in.

I watched from ten feet away as the intriguing woman conversed with a surprising person. Stunned, I stared as my cousin smiled and chatted with her for a moment before the two walked on through the bystanders. Did Gregory have claim on this mortal?

Trailing slowly behind the two, I was almost relieved when my cousin sauntered up to a pretty blond. The woman told the couple she was leaving due to a client. Frowning, I wondered what the human did for a living, having clients and all.

The woman suddenly spun, I had to melt into a crowd of withering bodies to avoid being seen by her. I followed her as she walked to her car and sprinted across the street to my own ride as she slid behind the wheel.

Blinking out of my recollection, I cursed when I noticed how far back I had gotten. The damn woman had a lead foot. 

After twenty minutes of driving at least ten miles over the speed limit, she finally slowed when she reached a paved road surrounded by trees. Pulling over, I waited a few minutes until I couldn't she the headlights from her car bouncing against the greenery. Cutting my lights, I crept slowly down the secluded road.

Parking halfway between the main road and the two story Victorian styled house, I cut the engine. Climbing out of the Charger, I pocketed my keys before I shut the door as quietly as I could and proceeded down the paved way.

A very unlady like curse fell on my sensitive hearing. Grinning as the human continued to grumble softly about damned keys and irritating men, I broke through the trees just as the petite blond shoved her front door open with her shoulder. Disappearing into the white modern looking home, I cruised towards her parked car and watched as the window next to the door lite up.

Keeping my booted steps light, something I learned through years of practice, I crept around her rather intriguing choice of transportation. My green eyes glanced around the darkened woods as I inhaled the earthy musk. Her property was large and secluded. I liked it instantly. I couldn't remember the last time I just wondered through the trees, enjoying the night air and the tranquility nature provided.

Gliding along the side of the rather large house the woman owned, I spotted a barn a half mile back tucked in amongst the woods. It stood by itself, the wood smooth and glimmering in the moonlight from the clear coat that covered it. Wandering closer, I glanced back at the house and saw that a window on the second floor had lite up. I wondered if she was in her bedroom, but pushed the thought away. Snooping through a barn was one thing but roaming through her private retreat was another.

Reaching the barn, I noted the lock placed on the outside. Frowning, I made my way around the back and spotted a small window near the roof was cracked open. Bending my knees I pushed off the ground, I placed the toe of my boot against the wooden surface of the barn wall to help propel myself up to the small ledge. Raising my left hand, I grasped the two inch wide gap and used the other to push the window out.

Gripping the ledge, I grunted softly and hauled my upper body through the space provided for me. Turning slightly, I reached up to grip the inner edge of the frame and sat with my legs hanging out. My eyes fell on a painting setting sitting on a loft a few feet below the window as I adjusted my weight.

My breath left me in a rush and my grip slackened on the wooden frame.

I felt myself tilt backwards, but only made a halfhearted attempt to save myself from the fall. Landing with a loud thud, I almost expected the loft to crumble underneath my unexpected weight. Holding in a groan, I rolled onto my side and carefully got onto my hands and knees.

My gaze once again fell on the surreal painting lite only by the moonlight streaming in through the window I crawled through. Stomach clenching, I stared wide eyed down at the creamy mortal and all her bare womanly curves. Dear god.

Blue eyes swirled with green stared out at me, her soft full pink lips curved into a tilted wicked smile. Blond hair streaked with a darker blond was hanging over her shoulder, the length ending beside the fullness of a perfect pale breast. Her twin globes of flesh stood proudly from her body, pink nipples pebbled from either being cold or from being aroused from the exposure. Below her tight breasts was a flat trim waist that flared out to rounded hips that made my hands itch to cling to. Unfortunately, the core of her being was kept from my heated gaze with her pale lovely legs. She was sitting n the painting, one hand holding her up while the other one disappeared behind the curve of her hip. Her legs were crossed at the knee, hiding her treasure.

I was hard and almost panting by the time my eyes finished traveling over her gorgeous form. Why the devil was this exquisite picture tossed in a loft and not hung in a gallery?

Frowning, I threw the thought away. There was no way in hell that I would let anyone else lay their eyes on my erotic mortal. She was mine. Whether she knew it or not. Seeing her naked portrait only clarified my decision. I would have this goddess and those creamy thighs will be beneath my hands as I slid into her heated folds.

Deciding that I would come back later to collect the stunning portrait, I crept towards the edge of the rather sturdy loft and peeked over the edge. It looked like this wad her studio. Two flat table were littered with sketch pads, paints, pencils. Everything a striving artist needed was scattered around the large area. Several easels were placed in front of the tables, leaving a wide place for the woman to move about. Two of the stands were empty and one held a canvas facing away from my prying eyes.

Taking a chance, I hopped off the loft. Landing on silent feet, my fingertips brushed the floor as I hunched and listened. Satisfied that I remained undiscovered, I straight and walked around a waist high pile of neatly stacked blank canvases covered with a clear plastic sheet. Coming to one of the tables set directly across from the other, my eyes flicked to the sketches of half-naked couples in different poses.

She was good. More than good. She somehow was able to capture the dark lite that filled the men's eyes as she looked at their lover. Muscles taunt, their bodies straining to reach the soft feminine being. The women were flushed in varies areas with arousal. Their eyes were soft with desire, pink shining lips parted as if she caught them in the middle of a moan.

Sweeping my raptured gaze to the next table and its various sketches, I found happy families. Children with pets, landscapes, and other greatly painted items. This mortal had an eye for beauty. It made me wonder if I had seen any of her work. For a talent such as this was no doubt successful known.

Picking up a sketch pad, I stared down at a young woman. Blushing, she smiled shyly. 

The sudden click and jiggling of the lock outside the barn doors startled me out of my admiration. Darting back towards the pile of canvases and crouched behind the bulk just as the doors were flung open.

Soft footsteps came closer as the human walked towards her materials. Heart thundering in my chest, I risked a peek around the edges of the rectangular slabs. The sight of her bare legs made my racing heart still.

Dressed in a simple spaghetti string light green shirt and a pair of blue and green stripped short shorts, she was exquisite. Her dirty blond hair was pulled up into a messy bun that left a few strands hanging against her cheeks. It exposed the straight creamy line of her slender throat and the curves of her cute ears.

It didn't seem to matter what she wore, if she even wore anything at all, to ignite the flare of desire I felt churning in my gut for her.

I watched silently as she walked to a table and grabbed a paint palette. Pulling a plastic set of drawers I hadn't noticed from beneath the table, she opened one of the three drawers and she began to pull varies colors of paint out. Setting them on top of table, she squeezed a small amount of each bottom onto the palette.

I remained crouched behind the blank canvases and followed her smooth movements as she went about getting everything she needed ready. Muscles played in her arms, constricting and relaxing. Well sized breasts swung minutely with her shifting, surprising me when I realized that those bountiful globe were moving freely beneath her shirt.

Sweet Jesus. Was this woman trying to keep me constantly hard around her, even unconsciously? All my borrowed blood was going straight to my iron rod and I dimly wondered if my flaming desire would burn away my much needed substance.

Hands clenching, the soft crinkle in my right hand reminded me that I still held one of her sketch pads. Flipping it open quietly, I glanced at the varies quick outline sketches of couples. An idea formed and my green eyes flicked around in search of something I would drawl with. The only pencils I could see where in top of the table closet to the mortal. Damn.

Waiting for the right moment, I darted towards the table with movements to quick for the human eye to see and snatched a pencil. Whipping back to spot, I barely settled when the mortal's blue green eyes flicked to the exact place where the pencil was laying.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the woman turned towards her canvas. Curiosity ate me as she began sketching in quick precise movements, her eyes swirling to a light blue as she focused.

Watching the woman, I flipped to a blank page and started my own piece. I had my own talent for drawing. After Jewel, I never found anything worthy of appreciation, until now.




Dark Dreams Ch. 02



We sketched in silence. The only sound filling the air was the gentle scratch of lead and her soft breathing. She finished long before I even completed the curves of her striking features. Soon she was brushing different shades of black, then green.

I lost track in time as I put all my attention towards the contours of her shapely body, using a bit of imagination and my distinct memory of her beautifully nude portrait. With quick glances and slight shifting on my part, I drew my mortal piece of art in the stripped shorts she was wearing and I improvised on the shirt. Exposing her smooth muscled stomach, I sketched her in a button down shirt that was simply tied beneath her generous globs. The under curves of those breasts were shown, the flesh smooth and inviting. Dirty blond hair was pulled up in a elegant nun, a few whisky strands framing her intelligent sparkling gaze and laying against the length of her neck.

Satisfied with the sketch, I glanced up and felt my heart lurch when I met the moral's swirled eyes. I sat there, not daring to move much less blink, wondering what the hell do you say to someone you had been watching. Fortunately, her eyes swept around the spot where I was hiding and moved on. She knew someone or something was there but she hadn't really seen me.

Thank god. I really didn't know what I would have said if she had seen me. Gee, sorry, miss. You were intriguing so I decided to follow you home and watch you from a dark corner. Oh yeah. Real smooth.

Letting out a silent sigh, I waited until the woman gathered her palette and paint brushes and turned to leave before I shifted. Crouching, I watched her round behind as she sauntered towards the barn doors. Pausing at the open doors, she looked back.

Blue eyes streaked with green looked back at the canvas she had been working on. A wistful smile touched her sweet lips.

"Whoever you are, my dark stranger, hopefully we'll meet again."

Brows furrowing, I remained where I was until she stepped out of the doors and turned to close them. Standing as the lock clicked in place, I made my way to the painting and sucked in a soft breath when I met my own eyes staring back at me. She had been painting me, when I had first emerged from the darkened alley.

Black hair shone a midnight blue in the light while the other half was encased in darkness. One green eye stared out at me with so much heat, but beneath that burn was a soul deep longing. The other eye flashed silver from my shadowed features. The curve of a smile was seen on half of my lips, a white fang peeking out from between them. Muscles stood out beneath the black tshirt I was wearing, every ridge was defined and shadowed to perfection.

Jesus. She was good. Too good. How she saw internal yearning was almost alarming.

Looking at the sketch in my hands, I flipped the page and propped it against my left forearm. Scribbling a few sentences on the back, I signed my name in a quick flourish and turned the page back over. Stepping to the empty easel next to my portrait, I set the drawing of her on the ledge and sighed.

Two minutes with this human and she knew too much about me. I didn't even know her name, much less what kind of yearnings are in her eyes. Soon. Looking back at the loft, I smiled. Soon I would find her dark secrets and finally a name to call my breath taking mortal.

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Well, that was chapter two for you. Thanks to all my readers. I love you guys. Please feel free to leave acomment or feedback. I am always open for advice and ideas. Hope you liked it. Staye tuned for more.



Dark Dreams Ch. 03



It was dark and cold. Zara felt his presence. He was here in her room. As she lay with her eyes closed she felt her covers lifted and a breeze on her bare legs. She felt warm hands on her calves now. They slowly moved upward caressing her. She felt the hands move upward, past her knees and on to her thighs. 

Zara knew she should open her eyes and see who the hands belonged to, but its touch was heavenly. As the hands moved higher to her upper thighs, coming in now to caress her inner thighs, she knew where she wanted them. She could feel the moisture growing. The fingers slid up and down, now making light circles on her inner thighs. She opened her legs slightly, but perceptibly uttering a low moan.

The fingers now reached her white, satin panties. The tips of the fingers just brushed against her panties, sending shivers through her body. She longed to hold the hand and push the fingers harder against her, but her arms felt pinned to the side of the bed. Suddenly she felt the fingers disappear. She groaned in protest, feeling the pure lust burning through her.

She then felt the weight of a strong, warm body against her. The hands that had been on her legs were now pinning down her hands. A soft mouth came down on her lips. Even more insistent than that was the hard lump, pressing against her wet panties.

Her body strained to get closer. She cursed the flimsy barrier of her panties for not allowing the hard shaft to be buried into her. The stranger kissed her urgently with a hunger that she returned. Just as suddenly as it had come, the weight was gone. She felt the absence of the stranger on her skin acutely. He had left her with unbridled lust, disappointment and an unfulfilled need.

She forced her eyes open and surveyed her dark empty room. She wondered what was happening to her. Were these kinds of dreams normal? She sighed and ran her hands over her thighs and between them, over her flat stomach over her short night dress and cupped her tits circling her fingers over her stiff nipples. She once again brought her hands down to her satin covered mound, feeling the wetness under. She rubbed slowly and then gained momentum as she slipped her fingers into her panties. The need to satisfy herself was all she could think of. Her lust and pleasure built up to a crescendo as she recalled the feeling of the hard shaft pushing against her. She came and then pulled her covers over her body and drifted into a more restful sleep.

Halfway across the city, in his luxurious apartment Alexander Cristo heard a sound behind him. He had been staring out at the night sky facing the windows. He turned unsurprised and faced a beautiful woman. 

"Mercedes," Alexander acknowledged the woman's presence. She was absolutely stunning, dressed today in a tight black bodysuit with black boots, her perfect curves pronounced. The clothes she wore somehow contrasted with her delicate, refined face, light blonde hair and blue eyes. Her eyes were thickly lined in black and her hair hung past her shoulders and framed her face in mussed waves. 

"Alexander," she replied in greeting. Her voice was pleasant though knowing her well, he detected a dangerous edge.

"To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure of your visit?" He knew she would be coming. They wouldn't leave him with such an important task unheeded.

"You know why I am here." Her light blue eyes stared into his dark ones.

"Everything is according to plan. I do not need anyone or thing to monitor my progress. You know my rank and my power." His eyes flashed dangerously. 

"Yes of course. You know Dimitri though. He can be a bit...paranoid." She walked through his apartment now looking at everything. "It's a nice place you have here." She stopped at the bedroom and sat down on the bed. She sniffed the air lightly. "I see you have been entertaining yourself." She smiled naughtily. 

"You know, I didn't only come here for Dimitri." While she said that she unzipped the long zipper that ran down the front of her black bodysuit. He watched her magnificent breasts come into view. They were round and firm, her nipples hard.

He sighed and came to stand before her. He had never been able to resist her before despite the fact that she had been his undoing a long time before. But today his mind was conflicted and his thoughts satiated with another women. Zara. He had learned of every detail of her history in an attempt to understand what drew him to her. He had never had such feelings. 

He knew her destiny was sealed though. There were some things even he couldn't change he realized as Mercedes, pulled him towards her. He didn't resist.

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Early the next morning Zara arrived at work to find a small black box on her desk. Inside it was a single red rose with a small note. She read the elegant writing.

Please meet me at 8. Cnr Sierra and 9th I will be waiting. A.

She knew exactly who it was from and her trepidation returned. She had tried to push all thoughts of him away. Now she had to face that she had agreed to go on a date with him. She tried to sum up what she knew about him. He was incredibly handsome; she was damn attracted to him. And oh, did she mention he was her boss. Apart from that she knew nothing about him. Media searches turned up nothing.

Apart from reports of various ventures and reports of sightings of him around the globe with one of many different beautiful girls on his arm, she knew nothing. How could she agree? What the hell was wrong with her? And the dreams. She sighed thinking about last night.

That was probably what caused all of it. Those depraved dreams of him. Even though she had not seen his face again, she knew he was the stranger. He plagued her mind both awake and asleep. She was drawn to him. As surely as if she was falling, she knew she had no control. She had never felt this way before. She always fought to control every aspect of her life especially her emotions.

At lunch she saw Dean. His handsome face transformed into a smile as she walked towards his table. She sat down with her sandwich as he greeted her.

"What's new with you Green? You do know it's been ages. Ash has been bugging me to see you. "

"I've just been preoccupied. I would love to see Ashleigh. How is she?"

Dean thought about his bombshell blonde girlfriend and grinned about just how badly she wanted to see Zara. Zara was a fantasy for both of them. In fact sometimes he thought she wanted his friend more than him. If Zara did decide to swing that way, maybe he would be in danger. Not that he minded his girlfriend's bisexual tendencies or partiality to Zara one bit. 

"She's just great." He replied to Zara leaving out the rest. For now. "What's going on with the eccentric Mr. Cristo?" He asked, his mind straying to unpleasant thoughts. He knew the effect the man had on Zara and he did not approve of it one bit. His eyes grew dark as she told him of the impending date.

"Are you seriously going to go?" His eyes grew dark and his face showed his concern.

"I don't know." She sighed. I know its stupid but I feel like I have to. I feel drawn towards him by a force I can't resist. 

"Zara, is it safe?" I mean you really don't know him. His jealousy gave way to protectiveness. "Where is this date supposed to happen?" 

She showed him the note. He knew the area was in an upper class safe part of town but had no clue what was there.

"Do you want me to come with?' He had given up trying to talk her out of it. He intrigued her and he knew she wouldn't give up until her curiosity was satisfied and she managed to gain control of her emotions and analyze what she saw in him.

"No. Thank you Dean but I'm not 17 anymore. Just let me make my own decisions. I don't even know if I will go." 

But he knew she would.

At eight Zara entered a driveway and parked next to what she knew was Cristo's Porsche. She seemed to be at some sort of park within high walls. It was beautiful with huge trees and manicured lawns. She went through the arch and gates that were open and walked down a path lit with lanterns. She saw him then, his beautiful figure clothed in a dark suit. 

She felt self conscious at her black pants and red shirt with a short black jacket over. After changing into about everything she owned and then discarding it, she settled on what she had worn to work. Just working a brush through her dark hair and coiffing it up and adding some mascara to accentuate her eyes and some lip gloss. 

He smiled at her when he saw her. Damn, she was beautiful. The pale moonlight made her creamy skin glow and her eyes look amazing. He felt slightly alarmed when on seeing her he realized the extent of his feelings. Feelings. He realized how foreign it felt to actually have them.

She walked up to him growing breathless with unexplained excitement.

"You came." He said. He smiled at her. He was genuinely pleased. She noted how he seemed much more unguarded with her alone. Away from the office. The power he exuded was still there but the authority that he always wore had fallen away. He looked younger. And gorgeously sexy, she added in her mind.

"I'm sure you have questions for me. Please join me for a walk. I am sorry I did not consult you on where to go. I was afraid you might not come had I not been so... forceful. Please walk with me."

He offered his arm to which she hesitated for a moment, and then took.

"It's beautiful here. What is this place?" She asked.

"It's part of an estate of mine. We bought it thinking of developing it, but it's such a beautiful place that I decided to leave it as is. You're the first person I've brought here."

She looked into his eyes and decided he was being honest.

They reached a small hill where stairs led to an open slate tiled space which had a table, with a beautiful cloth over laden in beautiful china. He led her up and helped her seat herself. 

A waiter materialized and put some sumptuous dishes on the table.

"I didn't know what you enjoyed so I had a bit of almost everything made."

She looked at him across from her as the waiter left.

"Why?" She asked.

"Why I had food prepared? Well I assumed you might be hungry." He said with an amused smile.

"No. I meant why do you feel that you wanted to go on a date with me?" She brushed his joking away. "Seriously. You hardly know me and I don't know you. There are many other women..."

"Well isn't that what first dates are for?" He said smiling again. But then his face turned serious. "Zara, I have been drawn to you since the first time I saw you." He realized that he was speaking honestly now. "You are beautiful, intelligent and sexy as hell. Since I saw you I haven't been able to lose you from my thoughts. I just want to spend time with you if that's ok." 

She was quite taken aback by his response. She remained silent as they ate. She enjoyed the food and sampled at least a little of it all. She noticed he hardly ate and seemed content to stare at her which made her slightly uncomfortable. After dinner they took a walk and came upon a small lake lit by the moonlight. She was delighted at its beauty and sat down. He joined her noting the shape of her legs as they crossed and the flash of her cleavage he got as she bent. 

He asked her endless questions about her life. Her childhood, where she studied, her friends, her interests. He was warm and listened attentively. He observed how she hardly mentioned her parents or her family life, instead talking about her interests and the adventures she had gotten into with Dean. 

He was amused by some of her stories noting that Dean brought out a lot more of a spirited and younger side to her. 

"So have you and Dean ever been more than friends?" He couldn't help but ask. He knew fully well from the research that they weren't, but he couldn't help himself.

"No." She frowned lightly at his question. I guess we are happy being friends. He's the closest thing to family I have and vice versa. 

She asked him about himself soon after, saying she knew nothing about him and he knew almost everything there was to know about her. He described his childhood growing up as the son of an upper middle class family, his father's death, his appreciation for nature and art. His mother had died a while after his father leaving him quite alone in the world. He ended there.

"You didn't mention anything about the empire you founded or about what you want. Your dreams..."

He laughed and she thought she could detect a harsh undertone. 

"That was easy." He gave her a puzzling stare and stared hard into her eyes. "Sometimes it's only when it means the least that you get something. When you don't want it anymore, you realize how easy it is to get..."

She listened to his answer detecting the bitterness concealed behind those words. She knew with his fortune how much good he did. He donated billions to worthy causes, but never advertised it. She only realized that when researching him carefully last night. It was a strange response to give.

"And I don't really have dreams."

She looked into his dark blue eyes, the moonlight illuminating it. He had taken off his suit and his muscular toned arms lay beside him, his body stretched lithely. His hand was almost touching hers on the grass and she was aware of his body so close. 

He turned to face her completely and leaned forward bringing his face closer. 

She looked at his perfect face and into his dark blue eyes. They pulled her in and she felt transported somewhere else. 

He had similar thoughts on his mind, though he carried a burden. He knew he was not good for her. He knew what he was expected to do to her. It saddened him. 

Zara blinked and momentarily snapped out of her reverie as she felt a drop of water splash on her skin. They both looked up to see the moonlight had all but gone and clouds hung overhead with a storm about to break. The wind rustled the trees. Zara shivered.

Alexander gave her his jacket and helped her up.

"We should go now before the storm hits." 

They had made there way halfway to the cars when the rainfall became heavy. They stopped, soaked under a tree. 

They were both wet. Zara's blouse clung to her, her bra clearly visible and her nipples showing through in the cold. Her dark hair had half come undone and tendrils hung about her face. Her pants and shoes were wet. She took off his jacket and tried holding it up as a canopy above them, but he was too tall. 

"Let me do it. So how is this for a first date?" He asked above the rain. His dark hair was messy and raindrops fell from his long eyelashes. 

"It's quite unique." She grinned at him. He was awed at how beautiful she looked wet. He dropped one hand from the canopy/jacket, and reached a hand to her cheek. He brought it behind her to her hair and shook it loose. The tendrils tumbled down her back. 

It was an unexplainably intimate action, and Zara's heartbeat increased considerably. She was standing against the tree and he came closer. She took the jacket from his arms and dropped it, letting the rain filtering down from the trees fall onto them. He pushed closer against her aware of her body against him. He leaned down, slowly and kissed her. 

She closed her eyes savoring the kiss. She felt overwhelmed by the emotions he evoked. She sensed not only that he wanted her, and the raw attraction between them, but there was also tenderness there. The kiss was like a drug that burnt through her making her want more. She pulled him closer and he deepened the kiss pushing harder against her. 

His mind was reeling as he gave control away. He felt emotions he thought he could never feel stir. He wanted to show her physically, what she did to him. His hands traveled over her body as he caressed her arms, her legs and her face. He felt a need overwhelm him. He kissed her neck and unbuttoned her blouse to find a black lace bra. He lowered the cups, kissing the swell of her breasts, until her nipples were bare.

Her breasts were beautiful. Firm, capped with dark, erect nipples that stood out against her skin. He drew each one in his mouth eliciting a moan from her. 

A more rational part of him wondered what he was doing. He could only bring this woman misery. How could he do this? He pulled away from her and gave an anguished cry. The last years of his life flashed before him and he remembered the pain of what he was. He wanted her so badly though. She was the best thing he had ever had.

Zara was alarmed at his sudden behavior. 

"I can't do this." He said. "I'm sorry Zara."

He turned around and walked away. In a moment he was gone.

Zara fixed her clothing disbelievingly. She felt angry and hurt. She cursed herself for her decisions. She knew she shouldn't have let him get that far. She numbly got into her car and drove to the only place she felt safe. 

She stood outside Dean's apartment ringing the bell. Ashleigh answered. 

"Zara, what's wrong? You look like a mess and you're wet. Come inside."

Ashleigh, wearing a blood red kimono type gown, led Zara to the bathroom and set out a warm robe for her to wear.

"Please relax and get warm while I take care of your clothes. I'm going to wash and dry them. You should spend the night here. Dean isn't here yet but he should be soon. Hopefully." She added.

Shortly she came to sit with Zara. 

"What happened?" She asked. Zara stared at the gorgeous blonde, hesitating. She was close to her, but all she needed was Dean. She cursed him for not being around when she needed him.

"It's okay honey. You know you can tell me." Ashleigh held her on the couch and smoothed her hair, comforting her. 

The details of the night and all that had happened with Alexander spilt out. 

She told Ashleigh how he was the one man she had felt this way about and he had just walked away from her. Ashleigh made some cocoa and brought it to her. 

"Here drink this. You will feel better."

She drank it and surprisingly did feel better. She told Ashleigh about her history and her parents, and many other things she told no one before. She felt her inhibitions melting away and a rational part of her wondered whether Ashleigh had added some sort of alcohol to the drink. 

Ashleigh drew closer and Zara was aware of her stunning body. The kimono parted and Zara got glimpses of her generous breasts and also her legs. 

"Zara." Ashleigh breathed. She smelt of flowers and cinnamon. "Men are like that. They are unreliable. Hard and abrasive. They don't care about you. Not your father, not Alexander, not Dean. They don't understand you. I on the other hand. I care. I've always cared about you. I know what you need Zara. What you want."

Ashleigh's kimono had almost but parted fully as she leaned towards Zara. Her breasts capped in caramel colored nipples were visible. Zara felt swayed by her words. Warmth and gentleness exuded from her. She reached for the tie at Zara's waist and untied it. Her gown opened as Ashleigh's hands gently pushed it off her body.

Ashleigh's own gown was already almost off and she could see her sexy thighs, leading to her shaved bare pussy, her taut stomach and her full breasts. Her own nether regions were flooded with wetness as she felt Ashleigh kiss her. Not like Alexander. It was softer, gentler and instead of the burning desire she felt with him, she felt a warm comfort from Ashleigh.

"Zara, take my hand and submit to me. Say it. You know you are safe with me. I could give you everything you want and need." Her voice was tender and seductive. The words resonated in Zara's head.

"Ashleigh's hands were in between her thighs now. Rubbing her naked, wetness softly. She moaned against Ashleigh's lips. 

"Say it Zara," Ashleigh repeated more firmly.

"I do feel safe with you. " She would say anything for the pleasure to continue. Her mind was hazy and all she wanted was to forget. 




Dark Dreams Ch. 03







Dark Dreams Ch. 03



"I would love to fuck you with you in your chainmail and my chainmail whip around your neck pulling you back on my cock." Your words make me shiver.

"Your will be done, Sir." I immediately shed my clothes as fast as possible. I can't think where my chainmail headdress is. You look at me expectantly, whip in your hand. I can tell from your demeanor you aren't in the mood to be waiting. 

I dig in my purse, not there. I run and grab my overnight bag. It's not there either. I feel you come up behind me. I don't want to turn and face you. It was the only thing you said to make sure I brought with me. You loop the chainmail whip over my head and pull me into your chest. 

"Did you ignore my request?" Your question lays heavy on my heart. 

"I am sorry Sir, I had it when I left the house." My plea is just a whisper.

"Kneel." Your voice is strong.

I drop to my knees and drop my head in submission. I have let you down and I feel miserable. I try to never disappoint you. I kneel and wait. You let go of the whip leaving it around my neck and walk away. I don't move. 

You tell me to look up. You walk in front of me and pull the head piece out of your pocket. I try not to laugh, because I know you took it from my bag. You set me up, but I stay silent. You look at me and begin to chuckle, which of course causes me to laugh. I have yet to play with you and not dissolve into giggles at some point.

You place the chainmail head piece on my head. I'm not sure what game you are playing, but I am still smiling. You grab your whip, and pull me to my feet. You shove me over the bed and thrust deeply into my aching pussy. You pull back on the whip and pull me deeply back into you.

"FUCK!" I scream into the bed.

There is no foreplay, but I am still ready for you. My pussy begins to drip hearing your voice. I spread my legs more so that you can have better access. You smack my ass playfully for my insolence. This spurs you to thrust harder and deeper. I claw at the bed, moaning and gasping for air. I am so close. 

I expect you to stop and leave me hanging. You love to deny my orgasm. Tonight is different. You keep going pushing me into an amazing rush of energy. I scream your name. I scream nonsense. You don't slow your assault on my pussy. You keep pounding away, with no sign of stopping.

More, I want more. I thrust back against you. The second orgasm always takes a little more effort. I only feel pure unadulterated pleasure. So close I can taste it, but not quite there. I feel your hand at the top of my back. I howl as you scratch your nails down my back. This gives me the extra push over the edge, and you rock me into another delicious orgasm. It's so intense the room spins.

I try to wiggle away from you, it's too intense. I need a break, I can't handle any more. You pull me back by my neck. I can't move or the whip will cut off my air completely. The sensations are pain mixed with pleasure. You use you free hand to reach under me to pull and twist my nipple. I shriek in response.

The next orgasm blindsides me. I did not see it coming. Tears run freely down my face, as I scream your name over and over. You pause just a few moments because my knees go out from under me and you have to keep me from sliding off the bed onto the floor.

As soon as I can stand on my own again, you begin to thrust deep into my pussy. My cum runs freely down my legs. I beg you to stop for a few minutes, just to give me a break. I beg you to cum. My pleas are answered as I feel your thrusts get jerky. Your guttural noises are music to me as you pump deep into me. The whip loosens as you collapse on top of me. 

You have used me for your own pleasure. You have made me your plaything, while pleasuring me more than I ever thought possible. Your hands reach for my throat checking, feeling for any damage. I know you are making sure you didn't hurt me in your overzealousness. 

"Are you ok?" You whisper gently in my ear.

I nod. I have never felt as safe as I do in your arms. You pull me up onto the bed with you. You examine and feel every inch of my body. Any mark you have made is already leaving my pale skin. Even still you run your hands over every inch of me including my throat several times. Your touch heals them. My eyes are closed as you heal me.

I hear the flick of your knife, and jump involuntarily. You chuckle. You run the very sharp blade down my chin, my throat, my sternum. You trace all the way down to my pubic bone. It sends shivers through my body. I know you would rather die than hurt me. The sensations are delicious. I love when you draw with the knife over my entire body.

"Feeling better?" You ask with a chuckle.

"Sort of." My bratty side comes out before I am aware I speak.

"Really?" You challenge me. "Roll over."

I immediately roll over, wondering if I pushed you too far. You hop off of the bed quickly, and leave the room. I'm seriously wondering what I was thinking. I hear you come into the room and stand next to the bed. I don't dare look over, but the anticipation is killing me. 

"THWACK!" The sound echo's in the room.

My indignant cursing goes into the pillow. I know better than to complain about Sir's choice of toy. The next few thwacks are easier. The initial one was for dramatic effect. This toy is not for punishment. The steady rhythmic strokes of your flogger are actually beating the stress out of my back. It's like a hot waxing and good back massage all rolled up in one. Every 10 strokes or so, you give me one that stings a bit. Not too terribly bad, you are just letting me know who is in charge.

I am also counting strokes in my head, just in case. It's a favorite game when I play with my subs. Somewhere around 100 I get very tired and lose count. It feels like you are using the flogger to push energy into me. It's so hard to describe unless you have experienced it at his hands.

My skin tingles. You have stopped and I was so deep in my own thoughts that I didn't realize it. You are looking at me expectantly. I am afraid you have asked me something that I missed. After a few moments I come to the conclusion I did miss something. I take a deep breath and ask you what I missed. I know the punishment for lying is worse than that for not paying attention.

"Cornbread." You whisper as you lean over to my ear.

My world spins. The trigger word has an amusing story for another day, but its effects are quite powerful. Whether you call it woo or erotic hypnotism, I am your slut. The trigger word turns me inside out. I can't quite describe an actual orgasm but more of an energy orgasm. I highly recommend it. I also don't recommend operating heavy machinery either. When I am finally able to see clearly again, I await your next desire.

"Mine?" You ask.

"Always and completely." I answer.

You lay next to me. I curl up on your chest and around you. I run my hand and nails across your chest lazily. This is my safe place. I could snuggle with you for days. You have other lovers and partners in your life, but when you are with me I am your focus. 

"Story?" My inner child speaks up.

"Of course." You chuckle.

So you tell me a story about a Prince, his Prince, his three Princesses and cornbread, as I fall off to sleep.

To be continued...



Dark Dreams Ch. 03



All content of this story is copyright {2014} by Desired_Temptation and is my intellectual property. This is purely a work of fiction and fantasy and all characters are eighteen years old or older. None of the events exist or have ever happened. This story is not to be redistributed under any circumstances without my express written permission. 

______Chapter Three_____

(Stella)

Warm hands stroked my heated flesh, curving around my breasts to lightly skim over my pebbled nipples. My whole body quivered with a fierce need that shocked me. It started with a deep throb from my feminine core and it spread outwards. Every nerve screamed for the release that only this skilled being could give me.

Soft lips touched the curve of my hip causing my stomach to jerk. Crying out softly, I squirmed under the tender assault of the feather light kisses he rained over my lower abdomen. Incoherent words spilled from my lips, my body desperately asking for more.

"Tell me what you want, mortal."

His husky words were breathed across my fevered skin, causing my spine to spasm. I sobbed gently, thrusting my hips upwards in a silent offer of my bare flesh to his heated mouth.

"Now who's cowardly," he chuckled, ducking his dark head between my spread legs.

Cool breath washed over the bundle of nerves at the apex of my sex a moment before he flicked me with his wide tongue. Letting out a moan, my hands snaked down to grip the short black strands as he explored the folds of my hungry core with sure slow licks and light suckling that drove me wild. I was so close to completion that my limbs shook while I balanced on the edge of a mind shattering orgasm.

"Please," I sobbed loudly, "please."

Grinning against my shaved sex, he locked those lips around my pink bud in mercy. Flicking his tongue in a flurry against my flesh while gently sucking, I felt the pressure build to a point that I almost thought that I couldn't take anymore. Hands convulsing in his hair, the dam broke and I came screaming and bucking underneath him as he remained latched to my rippling sex.

Tears streamed from the corner of my eyes and disappeared into my hair line as I shook in ecstasy. Those pleasurable lips left me, shifting to the inner flesh of my thigh just to the side of my pulsing core. A small stab of pain made my breath hitch, but it quickly melted under the glow I floated in and I had a second to wonder what he was doing.

My lips parted to ask, but the words were swept away when a sudden soul quivering orgasm took hold of me. I screamed, throwing my head back while my spine bowed as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me. My hands clawed at the air, twisted in the sheets, trying to grab anything to hold onto as I rode out this ecstasy.

His strong wide hands kept my hips locked in place as he continued to suck at the upper part of my thigh. I was sweating and mewling, floating on the currents he pushed though my body as long as his mouth stayed against my skin. After a moment, though, he pulled away much to my disappointment. I whimpered softly, the sound coming hoarsely from my panting lips.

Raising my head up, I looked down at this sex god between my rubbery legs and watched as a drop of blood rolled off his bottom lip. That crimson mouth curved into a devious smile. Flicking my gaze up to his eyes, I blinked down at two blackened orbs that stared back at me hungrily. Part of me knew that I should have been afraid to see him like this, but I honestly didn't want to be. If opening a vein for this mind blowing pleasure he gave me was the price, then fuck it. Suck away my dark vampire.

Flashing a grin at me, I noted the two white fangs glinting back at me and shivered in anticipation. Raising to his hands and knees, I watched as his muscles glided and rolled beneath his skin as he crawled up the length of my twitching limp form. Small noises were escaping from my lips, whimpers and inaudible words coming forth.

I felt a heated velvety nudge against the opening of my sex and cried out. Blinking up at him, I watched as the black of his irises slowly bled to that gorgeous emerald I came to crave. Lips parting, he thrust forward, sinking deep into my clenching heat with an animalistic growl that vibrated through his broad chest. My breath caught as an mini orgasm rippled through me as his smooth invasion of my body with his.

A sudden loud beeping noise interrupted our erotic coupling. Frowning, I blinked up at his confused face and was shocked to see that I could see through that beautiful face. He was disappearing! Eyes widening in disbelief, I watched as those heated eyes pleaded with me to let him stay. I wanted him to, but that damn noise was getting louder, insistent with its quest to ruin this absolutely perfect moment.

The darkened room and my black haired vampire were suddenly ripped away, leaving me blinking at my blindingly bright the ceiling. I stared at it in confusion as desire pulsated from my core, my sex dripping with the memory of my dark visitor's touch. God. Was it all a dark dream? Nothing fucking happened? Damn it all to hell!

Rolling over nude beneath my dark blue coverlet, I reached out and viciously smacked my blaring alarm clock until to the damn thing went quiet. Growling, I rolled onto my back and clenched my thighs together. I still feel his rigid member in my depths and it was infuriating. How could a wet dream be more realistic then anything I had ever experienced in real life? Was fate so cruel?

Sighing unhappily, I sat up and flung my covers back. Staring down at my bare thighs, I almost expected to see two little puncture marks were my vampire had sank into me. My flesh was smooth and untouched, just slick with my juices as was my sheets beneath me. I blushed. If this was how I was with just a wet dream, I was afraid of what kind of mess I would produce with the actual man here. Christ.

Swinging my legs carefully over the side of my bed, I froze when footsteps suddenly pounded down my hallway at a pace that set my heart galloping. Even as I grabbed the covers to try to hide myself, I secretly hoped it was my dream lover. Could I be so lucky? Probably not.

Door bursting open, I let out a small scream despite knowing someone was coming and stared in shock into Violet's wide blue eyes. I sat there with my breasts bare to the room, but at least my lap was covered and my naughty evidence was hidden. I watched as she blinked a couple times then flush a scarlet color.

"What the hell?" I grumbled, slightly peeved that she had scared me a little bit and hadn't even bothered to knock at my front door.

Rubbing her palms against her blue jean shorts, I noticed she had a certain glow to her. Wearing a spaghetti strap pink, shorts and white sneakers with pink designs, she looked fresh. Well bedded even. At least someone had managed to get some actual cock last night.

"I-I heard you cry out from downstairs. I called a-and knocked... I thought something had happened to you." Turning those blushing eyes away from my stock still form, she cleared her voice. "I-Is there someone here? Do I need to leave?"

It was my turn to blush.

Clearing my throat, I pulled my coverlet up to hide my nudity and shook my head even though I knew she was turned away. "No. No one's here. Why are you here so early?"

I sounded snippy and I knew it, but I was embarrassed so I tended to get defensive. I knew Violet had good intentions, but really. Did she have to choose today to come barging into my room when I was dripping in my own fluid? Oh god. Did my room smell like sex? Does she smell anything?

Turning a darker shade of red, I worried over my best friend smelling the evidence of my desire and dreaded facing the subject. What the hell did you tell someone when they asked 'whats that smell?', 'Why does it smell like sex in here?' and you never had any. Do you confess to the wet dream or claim not to know what she was talking about even knowing it was a crock of shit? Oh god.

"I told you I wanted to know what was bothering you yesterday and its after eleven." She went quiet for a moment. "I'll go fix us some coffee."

I watched in relief as she turned and grabbed the doorknob. Sagging slightly, I breathed out a soft sigh. Just when I thought I was out of the firing zone, she paused and spoke over her shoulder.

Looking back at me, she smiled sweetly. "Why does it smell like sex in here?"

I stiffened, embarrassment coloring my mortified face.

Giggling, she turned away and took a step out of the room. "By the way, Stella, I didn't know you were so vocal. It was kind of hot."

Mouth hanging open in shock, I stared at her back as she quickly made her way out of my room and quietly shut the door behind her. Well shit. 

After quickly cleaning up and dressing, I found little stuff to prolong going downstairs to confront Violet. I eventually just sucked it up and trudged down to my kitchen, my cheeks still flaming. Through a bit of awkwardness on my part and merriment on hers, I made it through the extraordinary confrontation and told her about my tall pale and handsome visitor. I even confessed about my incredibly hot dream I had that had starred him. Violet had laughed. That explained all the moaning.

Violet apparently had her own adventure the night before with the stud muffin she had been cuddling with at the club. Gregory had turned out to be a very generous lover and was well endowed to boot. We giggled and laughed at all the positions he had her try out and I secretly filed a few of them away for later use. Hell, at least he wasn't boring and it really happened.

After another hour or so discussing our dreamy men, Violet declared that she was actually meeting her guy for a late lunch. It seemed she really liked him. I just hoped that she didn't fall hard and he ended up being a complete asshole down the road. Promising to call soon, she fled with a bounce in her step and a smile on her lips. I had to admit I was relieved she was gone and kind of jealous of her.

I waited until I saw her white Kia Optima disappear behind the tree line before I made my way out to my studio. I had the urge to paint and I couldn't seem to get my muse off my mind. The damn man was haunting me.

Keys in hand, I walked to the renovated barn I turned into my sanctuary. I kept a lock on it because I didn't want noisy people in my business and some of the work I stored there was worth something. Worth enough to buy my new car outright and my new house.

Pocketing the keys in my baggy cargo pants, I sighed and pulled the doors open wide and froze. Sitting on an easel next to the painting I had done last night was one of my sketch pads. My blue green eyes stared at the erotic drawing as I crept closer and my breath hitched when I realized that it was a drawing of...me.

Quickly walking over, I picked up the unique and well done sketch and was stunned at the pose and outfit the artist had drawn me in. They had put me in a button up dress shirt that was simply tied beneath my cleavage and the pajama bottoms I had worn last night. Even my hair was pulled up into a messy, but slightly elegant bun like it had been.

Eyes roaming over the sketch, I tried to see if the person had left me a name and frowned in disappointment. Who the hell was in my studio? How had they gotten in without breaking my lock off? Why hadn't I noticed them?

On a whim, I gently turned the page and was surprised to see a note scribbled on the back.

"I'm no coward, sweet mortal. Meet me at Dark Impressions tonight. I look forward to seeing you. Come, if you're not frightened that is. Forever Your Vampire, Sage."

Heart hammering, I reread the invitation again and couldn't help the smile that curved my lips. I finally had a name for my mystery man. Sage. Grinning, I clenched the sketch he had done to my chest and walked towards the house. I would make that bastard pay for tormenting me with my sizzling dream. He just didn't know it yet.

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(Sage)

Dark Impressions. A club owned and ran by one of my oldest friends, Anton. Staring into his striking blue eyes, I was still amazed that the human government let him even run a business of this sort. Having died at seventeen over two thousand years ago, he still looked barely old enough to vote much less drink and sell liquor at his established club.

Grinning, I watched as the old vampire laughed and flirted endlessly with humans and our own kind easily. Spiked brown hair and a trimmed goatee complimented his youthful face, making his sky blue eyes sparkle for his horde of admirers. Dressed in a bright blue button up silk shirt that gaped at his throat and a pair of black jeans tucked over his black boots, he seemed to bubble with that fresh vigilant bounce of a horny eighteen year old.

"Anton, my old friend."

My voice was barely a whisper in the throbbing atmosphere of his darkened lively club, but he heard me all the same. Head spinning my way, Anton smiled and excused himself from the giggling swarm of buzzed ladies. Instructing a slightly older male bartender to tend to his throng, he made his way down the shining black marble bar with a smile on his face.

"Sage, you old dog. What's got you in my neck of the woods, eh? Its been...what twelve years since the last time I was graced with your presence?" he asked, reaching out to clasp my forearm firmly

I smiled sadly. "Yes. Its been too long." Clenching his own forearm with my caught hand, I sighed softly. "You seem well and business seems to be thriving."

Anton grinned, pulling back his hand. "More then well. I'm actually opening another club a few towns away, Blood Rain. It will be having its opening night two weeks from today."

My eyebrows rose. "Congratulations. I'll be sure to pay you a visit on that momentous night."

Watching as he rummaged under the bar, he quickly made a drink I preferred, but hadn't touched in years. A Bloody Mary with a kick that thrilled a vampire's senses. Sliding the drink across the counter, I smiled and touched the glass tentatively.

"So what brought you out this glorious night, dear one? " Anton asked as I raised the blood infused substance to my lips.

Swallowing a mouthful, I sighed happily. "I'm actually supposed to meet someone here. That is if they have the courage to come forth."

Meeting Anton's steady gaze, I watched the surprise and curiosity flicker through his gaze. "It's a woman, yes?"

I kept back the smile that wanted to curve my lips. "What makes you say that?"

Anton frowned and gave me a chiding look. "Come now, Sage. You were never a lover of men. I've known you for too long. You came dressed to impress and there's a nervous energy to you that I haven't seen in you in half a decade."

I barked out a laugh. "Never could hide anything from your all seeing eyes, could I?"

Anton smiled, his eyes glinting mischievously. "No. Now, tell me. Who is this enchantress that has captured the famous Sage's attention? What vampire goddess finally sank her dainty claws into my dear brother? Do I perhaps know her?"

Chuckling softly, I took a long swallow of the Bloody Mary and slowly savored the taste as I prolonged my response. "No, I do not think you know her. She is a nameless beauty I only had the pleasure to speak to but once, unfortunately."

Anton grunted in surprise. "You don't even know this woman's name and she has you practically wrapped around her finger. What the hell did she say to you that one time you did speak? Was her voice that soul catching? Or is it her physical appearance that has you enthralled?"

Mind drifting back to the exquisite painting I had found in the loft of her studio, I knew that it was all of the above. "She called me a coward."

Anton frowned in confusion, his dark brows drawing together. "That's it? That's not even sexy," he paused and an understanding flashed in his blue eyes, "though it is a challenge of a sort. Why did she call you that?"

I grimaced slightly. "I blurted something I shouldn't have and saw an opportunity to disappear. She called me a coward for running on her."

Those dark eyebrows rose towards his hairline. "Intriguing. What did you blurt that caused the fearsome Sage to run?"

Licking my lips, I turned my emerald gaze down to my half empty glass. "I told what I was. She was outside smoking a cigarette and I commented on how humans looked so blissful inhaling something that hurt them. She picked on the human part. I ended up telling her."

Flicking my eyes up to meet his steady gaze, I watched as he realized that the woman was in fact human. Taking another swallow of my drink, I let out a heavy sigh.

Anton stared at me. "Do you know what the Clan would do to you if they found out a mortal knew about our existence and you didn't take the memory from her? She could have told someone. You're treading in dangerous waters, my friend, and I fear the outcome. With everything that happened to Jewel, I thought you had sworn off mortals. Why now? Why her?"

Turning my head, I looked out at the throbbing dance floor. "I know what I have done. I know that I'm taking a chance with a human again, but from the moment I saw I was drawn to her. She calls to me in a way that puzzles me. Even in my dreams I can smell her sweet perfume and see the detail of her blue-green eyes. I couldn't stay away, Anton, and I don't want to."

"Could she be your mate?"

My head swung towards him at his soft question. Eyes wide, I gaped at him. "Mates are rare. The last mated pair was over a hundred years ago."

He shrugged. "Is was only a suggestion, but it could be."

I stared at him, my mind whirling with the possibility that this mortal could be my life mate. The one being put on this earth that was my other half. Could she be? I've been attracted to her from the start, followed her home even because I didn't want to loose sight of her. She haunted my every thought, day and night. Was it possible? Should I even think along these lines in fear of finding out that she wasn't the one?

Anton' gaze flicked to the side and I blinked out of my whirlwind of thoughts. Turning, I sucked in a quick breath. Smiling she walked towards me, her eyes a shimmering blue as she made her way through the pulsing dance floor towards me.

"A word of caution, Sage," Anton murmured from behind me as I watched the woman sling towards me in a very revealing short dress, "be careful with her. She is...fragile."

Frowning, I turned to look back at Anton, but he had disappeared down the bar to help serve customers that were practically throwing their money at him. I knew Anton had the gift of "Seeing" into people, reading their minds as well as their hearts. Only vampires of old that knew how to block such things could go unseen through his vision. It made me wonder what he had seen in her that warranted a warning like that.

Bringing me gaze back toward the human, I felt me heart thud heavily against my ribcage. Eyes sparkling, she smiled at me from a foot away. "So we meet again," she murmured softly.

Swallowing my galloping pulse, I felt a smile curve my own lips. "So it seems."

"My name's Stella, by the way."

I grinned. Stella. My beautiful fair maiden's name was Stella. 

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Well, that's the end of chapter Three. Sorry it took so long to post. I hope you liked it and feel free to comment and give advice, ideas. Love to hear your thoughts.



Dark Dreams Ch. 03



She looked into Ashleigh's eyes. "I..." 

Suddenly she stopped hearing a loud crash. At the same moment she thought she saw Ashleigh's eyes glow a strange burning yellow color. She felt confused and overwhelmed.

She heard a voice. Alexander!

"Mercedes." He growled. Step away from her. 

"You idiot." Ashleigh screamed. Gone was the gentle softness. She leapt up and faced Alexander. "I almost had her. I did what you were too cowardly to do. All that power and sway you have. Being the counsel's favorite, and you couldn't even do this. You can't control a weak human." Alexander growled. His eyes burnt like Ashleigh's, but his was a blue flame. 

"You know what she means to our kind." Ashleigh's voice grew softer and seductive. "Think of the power we would have. We don't even have to take her to the counsel. They are archaic now and their power dwindles. We could be the future. The new power. With your existing power and what we get from her, we could be unstoppable."

"No." He growled. Ashleigh/ Mercedes suddenly flew against the wall and collapsed. She roared and tried to get up. Alexander seemed to be pinning her down with some sort of force.

Zara's head spun dangerously as Alexander was in front of her. 

"Are you alright?" He asked. That was the last she heard before it all went black.



Dark Dreams Ch. 04



Zara awoke to unfamiliar surroundings. She felt tired and limp and there was a fog like thick cotton wool in her mind. She struggled to place where she was. She was in a very large, luxurious bedroom, lying on a comfortable bed. She tried getting up slowly, noticing her head throbbed if she moved it too fast. She realized she was naked and felt thoroughly confused. 

She tried to remember what had happened, but it hurt. Then in a painful rush, it all came back. She remembered her date with Alexander, and then going to Dean's place and then Ashleigh? Then it got hazy. Ashleigh knew Alexander. He called her something else... Then the memories of how Ashleigh had tried to seduce her returned and she grew warm and ashamed. Alexander had come then? From where?

Her head really ached now and she got to her feet unsteadily and saw a robe draped on a nearby armchair which she tied securely around herself. She walked into a hallway leading to a sitting area and a kitchen. From the huge windows she could see that it was late afternoon.

She heard a noise and walked towards it. She opened the door and entered a study. It was more like a library with bookcases covering almost every wall. There was a dark oak desk in the middle at which a man sat, his head bowed as he studied a book. A laptop stood open next to the book and papers lay scattered all over. 

He looked up just then and she caught her breath. It was Alexander. She knew it would be him, but it was the memory his face brought back. Of flaming blue eyes and the power to hold down Ashleigh without even touching her. She stood rooted to the ground. Alexander saw the tumult of emotions play on her face. He knew what she was thinking. He was basically a monster. He knew this would happen, but he couldn't just leave her. She would be dead or worse within hours if he left her. He sighed and closed the book in front of him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked concerned.

"Fine," she managed to choke out before the questions tumbled out . "What happened last night? What exactly is Ashleigh? What are you? Is Dean okay? What did she want from me? W..what do you want from me?" And at that she took a few steps back from him.

"Zara, I am sorry for all that happened last night. I'm sure it must be confusing and scary. I will explain everything to you in due course, but know I am not going to hurt you. If I wanted to I would have done it before." He sighed.

"It is a sordid and rather strange story. Maybe you should eat first before we begin. I am sure you must be starving." He led them to the granite topped kitchen.

Zara was about to protest but when she smelled the coffee her stomach rumbled. 

"You have been retching all night. Am sure Mercedes, well Ashleigh to you, drugged you." He poured the coffee and gave her a fresh slice of toast. She looked at him warily, but ate it slowly. 

He watched her, his dark sapphire eyes glinting. She remembered the intensity at which they literally burned and shivered unconsciously. Now that she knew for sure he was something unearthly, she felt disbelief at how she could ever think him a normal human. His chiseled features seemed too perfect. She dwelled on his sensual lips remembering how it felt pressed on hers. She wondered what to do. How to get away from this man. No scratch that. Thing? As she met his concerned gaze as he poured some water for her, she wondered whether she really wanted to run away. Just that thought made her question her sanity.

"We need to leave soon if you feel strong enough. I fooled them, I think, but not for long." She could contain her curiosity no more.

"When you say they, who exactly do you mean?" She asked. 

"I mean the counsel."

"Counsel of?"

"My kind." It was those two words that led to the most important question. She was afraid to learn the answer to that and even though she knew the answer was not going to relieve her, she asked anyway.

"What are you exactly?" He sighed again. 

"This isn't the time. We need to leave now!"

"I am not leaving with you and going anywhere until you answer my questions." Her voice rose and she stood up, facing him.

He looked at this little creature facing him, delivering a threat. If only she knew how dangerous he was. She didn't look at all afraid. She faced him determinedly not fazed by his height or size. Her cheeks were red as her frustration showed. Fine. If she wanted to know he would tell her.

"Please sit down and you will have your answers." He said resigned. "Firstly Dean is fine. I am checked on him myself. Mercedes just drugged him and tied him up." He said. "Now the other questions." She took the chair he offered and he began his story.

"I am a demon Zara. I have been one... a while." At that, his sensual mouth gave a slight twitch of a bitter smile.

"I was born human, but lost my soul away and was transformed into this. That's how we are formed. We are basically creatures who should be in hell." His voice was monotonous and matter of fact. He seemed to be keeping all emotion out of his explanation.

"Ohkay." She looked at him, forcing herself to stay calm and try and believe it.

"So assuming that is true, Ashleigh is one too?"

"Yes. I think she, well Mercedes, placed herself so as to gain your trust."

"What do you people want with me? I'm just a normal human. And why the attempts at getting close to me." At the thought of what happened with Mercedes, she shuddered. "Why didn't you just kill or kidnap me?"

"Zara, you are part of an ancient prophecy. You see demons; in addition to having their normal powers each have a talent, if you wish to call it that, very much like humans. There was a great demon prophesier who lived during that time. He predicted something that has become the holy grail of the demon world. A being who would be born and who would alter the very nature of the demonic world. To explain the prophecy, you have to learn about us.

We live in the shadows of the human world. We partake in your culture, social world and blend in as humans, but we have our own world and law. There is a hierarchy of demons that reign around the world. There are common demons that are low in power and as your power levels increase, so does your rank. There is only one single authority regulating the demons, and that is the counsel.

The counsel is made up of the most powerful demons. Judging by your powers, you get asked to join. The counsel regulates what we do and the effect of your actions on the world. They are neither good nor bad in your sense of the word, but they are fair. In the last few decades there has been massive movement against the Counsel. There is a new faction of demons headed by Kayden. Kayden and his followers believe that we should be allowed to use our powers as we wish and humans should not be protected. We are superior."

"This might be inappropriate coming from me, but why do you protect humans anyway? From what I know demons are supposed to be evil."

"I suppose you mean present company excluded," he quipped darkly. "In all honesty we don't protect humans. Since we were once human, most demons like fitting into society as such. So because the need of the majority to live a life among humans, the Counsel has ruled that the laws are not to harm humans in a noticeable way. That doesn't stop demons from using their powers as they please. Just within discretion. And it's basically a win-win situation for both sides."

"Except that humans can be demon play things if it's done discreetly." Zara felt sick.

"Yes, but we don't really do that. Except for the odd demon, and then there are inquiries. Also you must understand that we cannot make humans do anything against their will. A human has to submit to a demon and let the demon in. You have to trust the demon and go over a threshold. That's what Ashleigh was doing to you."

"What would she gain from controlling me?"

"When a demon gains control of a human, the demon not only controls the human, but can take the human's soul through a process where a human commits a soulless act and through a spell done by the demon whose submission you are under, you become a demon. It makes the demon more powerful to take souls, whether the human is then made into a demon or not. There are two ways demons gain their power: By taking other souls or by strengthening their own. If the prophecy is true, imagine the power to be gained by taking your soul? It was what Mercedes was trying to get to."

"But you said demons have no souls."

"We don't, but we have a ghost soul. It's sort of a hole of where the soul should be. And although you can't make your soul grow, you can sort of make the hole where your soul is bigger."

"What makes a soul powerful?" 

"It is all theoretical of course. I have been working on finding this out with the counsel, but seemingly it is based on a soul's propensity to feel emotion. To love, or hate. Understand that once you are a demon, your ability to feel is hard to maintain. Besides the event of committing a soulless act, which if you had to feel, the remembrance of it would drive you insane, there is also the fact that we live hundreds of years. After 800 years of monotony, you stop feeling." "Now Zara, I think I have answered enough of your questions. I tricked Kayden by coming to the most obvious place and the place he would therefore expect me in least. It won't be long before someone checks here, so we need to go right now." With that he got up and fetched the bag which he had just shut, and walked to a safe. He picked up two guns and loaded them, handing one to her. "These contain bullets engraved in the incantation than can exorcise them. They don't die. They go to hell, but can inevitably return."

"Have you been to hell?" She asked as she hesitantly took the gun. 

Alexander shuddered slightly. "I have." He said nothing more and she let it go.

"I have ordered you clothes. Please take which ones you like and leave the rest. Get dressed now." 

Zara hastened to the bedroom and where there was nothing, saw clothing spread out. She picked out comfortable things that were quite subdued as was her normal dress. She was not going to even ask how he knew her size. It's like she had stepped into the twilight zone. Or even the Twilight series of books. But instead of relatively safe, vegetarian vampires, she got soul eating hellish demons. Just great Zara, she told herself. She wondered if she should run away. The balcony was too high, and she actually believed his story after seeing what had happened with Ashleigh. She had no option. Deep down though, she knew she was not really going to try.

"Alexander," she sighed to herself. "What have you done to me?"



Dark Dreams Ch. 04







Dark Dreams Ch. 04



Your pleasure spills over me. The molten cum runs across my breasts and torso, I am your slut. I run my hands over my body so that I can greedily lick the salty goodness. 

"Are you done then?" Sir interrupts my feast.

"Never Sir, I cannot get enough." I speak around cleaning my fingers.

My head yanks back. My full attention is on you. I hold my breath as you lean in close. Your lips graze my ear; it brings shivers up my spine. I gasp, as a low throaty growl starts at my earlobe and the vibration of your lips cause me to quiver uncontrollably.

I naturally bare my neck to you. I wait. Seconds move like hours, my breath shallow, and skin aching for your teeth. I wait. For more than the first time in our relationship, I wonder if anticipation will kill me. Finally I feel your lips graze my skin, and your tongue darts out and flicks my neck. 

"Fuck!" I groan aloud in disappointment.

"Are you complaining?" As you pull back more tightly on my hair and growl into my throat.

"No Sir." All I can muster is a whisper.

Your laugh fills the room. I love your laugh. You pull me back onto the bed, let go of my hair to pin my shoulders to the bed. I can't help but smile. You pin my shoulders and arms with your knees and shove your cock into my mouth. You're still a bit sticky from the previous encounter.

I can reach up just enough to tickle my nails on your thighs. I have to use just my tongue to tickle, tease and please you. I love a challenge. My tongue stud comes in handy. I take in as much as I can while still running my tongue around the head.

I can feel you get harder as you thrust into my mouth. I will not get a taste unless you want to give me one. Sucking you in deeply I try to coax you into orgasm. Your heavy breathing and erratic thrusts let me know how very close you are. 

Just when I think I can't take anymore, I feel you surge. I feel like I am drowning and I am going to choke on your seed. You slide your knees off of my shoulders allowing me more freedom to move. I pull my head up and suck hard with the jerks of your orgasming cock. 

Once I am finally able to catch up, I finally swallow the last of your yummy goodness. I set to the very pleasant task of cleaning you and my hands up. I can't help but giggle looking at your very pleased smile. You put your hand on my head.

"Still." Your words, quiet me instantly.

You tell me to look at you while drawing a finger under my chin to raise my head. Staring into your eyes I can be lost forever. I'd give you my soul. 

"What do you want, my dear?" Your voice is silky smooth.

"Fuck me, Sir. Please, please fuck me, Sir." I beg.

Your thumb runs across my cheek. I lean my face into your hand, craving your touch. I will die if you leave me like this. I need your touch like I need to breathe. 

"How do you want to come? Fucking you like I did in the grass? Biting your neck and passing energy through it? Or do you simply want me to command it of you?"  I can't process what your voice is saying to me.

I am deep into your eyes. I am deep into headspace. I am whatever you want me to be. I want whatever you want. I close my eyes because I am unable to drop my head in submission to you from this position.

"Good girl." Your words bring me such joy.

You reach under my arm and flip me over to my belly. I bring my knees up and present you with my ass. I feel your hands caress my back and bottom. My head is now dropped and eyes closed, I am at your mercy. I can feel the energy in your touch. Your hands drift away as I feel you stand and walk away. I want to groan my disapproval so badly, but don't dare.

Flick. It catches me off guard, and I jump. I hear your laugh. You take the cracker of your single tail and dance it up my back with your hand. I know you love to torture me with it. Although I am not ready to tell you, I love it as much as you do.

You flick my ass again, and I jump for you again. This time after flicking both sides evenly, you walk the licks up my back. I am quivering from the energy you are creating. I need release. I need you to release me.

I want you so badly, I can't think straight. I flip suddenly trying to get to you. If you won't release me, I will take matters into my own hands. The look of surprise gives me great pleasure, but the hesitation on my part is my downfall.

I know better than to falter. A blade, a sharp one at that quickly appears at my throat. You shake your head and laugh at me again. First rule of knife play is to stay still, which means you know I will try to duck out of your hold. I love to struggle against you. 

It always leads back to the base predator/prey scenario. My life is spent being a predator. You are the first and only one to make me prey. I gladly drop to me knees for you, I secretly gladly beg you, I am even proud to call myself your slut.

I reach out for your nipples, your weakest point. The knife at my throat doesn't deter me in the slightest. I manage to grab both and am able to roll each nipple between my thumb and forefinger. You groan in pleasure. It does not however loosen your grip on the knife any. 

I take a gamble that it is the backside of the blade, and lean my throat hard against the edge. You curse at me softly under your breath. You know better than to give me an inch. The forearm and sharp side of the blade to my chest and throat however convince me to let go.

You hold the knife to my eyes, while still leaning heavily on my chest and shoulders. You make a point of showing me the very sharp edge. You place the tip against my pale white skin just above my breast. 

"Hold still little one, or you might end up with a ducky carved on your chest." You threaten with a laugh.

"You wouldn't dare!" I indignantly sputter.

You answer me with a raised eyebrow. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't. At least I don't think so. I watch the blade press slowly onto my skin. There is no fear, but delicious adrenaline surges through my body. My breath turns ragged and cold shivers run through my body.

I close my eyes and lay my head back. I relax and open my entire body to you. You dance the blade down my right breast and stop just short of my nipple. I gasp sharply as you bite the nipple. It only takes a few moments and I moan lavishly overwhelmed in my lust and desires.

"How do you like dancing on the edge Ali?" My Sir, growls into my ear.

"Sharp, edge is sharp." I mumble breathlessly, not sure if I am making any sense. 

Your full throated laughter fills my ears and I smile. You keep me balanced on the edge, praying for release while drawing with the blade tip on my body.  No part of me is safe from your blade, my thighs, pubis mons, and belly. The blade dancing across my feet is tantalizing and excruciating, I wonder if I will be able to walk tomorrow.

I have no idea if I will be drenched in blood or the slightest of pink marks will adorn me, and I don't care. It feels like hours have passed. My moans have gotten louder, my desire much more vocal. I can't take much more.

"Please." My mumble is hardly audible. 

"Please." I try again after licking my dry lips.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Speaking softly, your lips just brush my ear.

I struggle to collect my thoughts. Your lips trace the path of the knife. The sensation from sharp and deadly to whisper soft is maddening. I feel like I am losing my grip on my sanity. Your laughter and chuckles cement that thought as well.  I feel myself falling into the abyss of the dark place I need to go and only you can take me.

"Please Sir, let me cum for you. Give me release." I beg with the last ounce of my strength.

"That is so pretty to hear, Ali." Your voice drops into a tone and pitch that is meant only for me.

My shriek is lost in your neck as you thrust your hard cock, deep within my aching dripping pussy. My body arches against you. You have to hold me close as the last of my barriers fall. Tears fall unbidden from my eyes. The intense waves throw me and toss me helplessly. Clutching your arms with the last dredges of my sanity, I am broken and helpless.

It is from here, that with you, I can rebuild. I am free of the binds of daily life. I am free from all worry and stress. It is here you have created, safe.



Dark Dreams Ch. 04



All content of this story is copyright {2014} by Desired_Temptation and is my intellectual property. This is purely a work of fiction and fantasy and all characters are eighteen years old or older. None of the events exist or have ever happened. This story is not to be redistributed under any circumstances without my express written permission. 

_______Chapter Four_______

(Stella)

Heart pounding, I watched the grin that spread across his lips. He was breath taking when he smiled. Those green eyes seemed to gleam with internal lights and his pale skin almost seemed to glow.

"Stella."

Stomach clenching with sudden desire, I flushed as my dream came back to me with a vengeance. Those green eyes and that rumbling voice, among other things, that had coaxed me towards my climax. Oh god. The dream had done him justice. The husky sound of my name coming from those lips made me sex drip.

"Would you like a refreshment, Stella?"

Blinking out of my flashback, I blushed and nodded meekly. I hoped to god that vampires didn't read minds. If he knew of all the things I was thinking about that concerned him, I think I would die of embarrassment. Sexual fantasies were not something someone wanted a stranger to know about, especially when I just learned his name and knew nothing else about him.

Watching as he raised his hand and gestured towards the black marble topped bar, I couldn't help the sudden sweep my eyes did down the length of his body. Dressed in a short sleeved dark green button up shirt that had a black muscle shirt peeking from beneath the gaping material and black jeans that seemed to hug his hips and thighs but flowed down the length of his long legs. Peeking from a small gap at the bottom of his shirt, I noted the black belt with its shining silver belt buckle that rested above his... oh lord. Licking my lips, my forced my eyes to drop to his black boots and had to admit that he looked spiffy. Yummy even.

Stepping up beside him, I touched the cool stone counter and took in a deep breath. Geez. I was acting like a schoolgirl on her first date with an older guy. Hormones raging and tongue tied. Wondering if the short dark blue dress that hugged my adequate chest and flowed down to my mid thigh was nice enough. True I wore a push up bra to show enough cleavage through the low dip of the front of my dress that I knew my sex appeal was there, but standing next to this chiseled dark beast of a man it made me feel nervous and unsure of myself.

"What are you thinking, sweet mortal?"

Glancing over, I noticed that while I had been staring down at the bar he had been silently watching me. It was slightly intimidating. Where the hell had all my courage and aggressive sex allure gone? I had come into the club with a bounce in my step and a devilish smile to melt him into a goo and now I was the one melting at the sight of him.

"I was just wondering why a guy like you would want anything to do with a wee mortal like me." At least my voice wasn't shaking.

He smiled softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of my straightened blond hair behind my ear. "You're beautiful, that you know, but you spark an interest in me. You're not like most humans I run into. There's something about you that enthralls me."

I flushed at his compliment, surprised by his straight forwardness. Wondering how many times I was going to blush in this man's presence, I muttered the only thing that came to mind. "Oh."

Chuckling, his eyes flashed silver for a moment as he glanced down at my lips. "You look gorgeous, by the way," he rumbled in a husky voice, those mesmerizing eyes raising to meet mine.

Smiling, I looked back down at the bar. "Thank you. You look dashing yourself."

"Dashing," he chuckled, "compared to a beauty like you, I pale in comparison."

I frowned and through him a disbelieving look. " Don't be coy. Have you looked at yourself lately? Mr. Stud-R-Us."

He looked down at himself and a sad smile curved those lovely lips. Longs fingers tentatively touched one of the black gleaming buttons of his green shirt and sighed. "Truth be told, I haven't seen my own reflections in over two and a half decades. Until...I saw the portrait you did of me in your studio, I only had vague memories."

Eyes widening, I stared at him speechlessly. In the back of my mind, I made notice that he admitted to being in my sanctuary, but at the front I was incredible sad for him. I looked in the mirror over a dozen times throughout the day. He hasn't seen what he looked like for over...two thousands years. Shit.

I blinked rapidly. I didn't know if that bit of knowledge was unsettling or if I was amazed at all the things he must have seen happen throughout his long lifetime. It also made think of how lonely that lifetime would have been. All your loved ones and friends dying while you lived on.

"So this is the enchantress that snagged your attention. She is lovely, Sage."

Glancing up at the new male voice that joined our private interlude, I was ready to be pissed at the interruption, but was rather surprised to see a handsome young guy with friendly blue eyes smiling at me from behind the bar. Trying not to frown, I wondered how Sage knew this guy? He looked barely old enough to be in the club.

Grinning, he snaked out a hand and gently took my own into his grasp. Bringing my hand to his lips, he placed a chaste kiss on my knuckles, those blue eyes staring right at me. "My name is Anton and I own this particular club, Stella."

Blinking in alarm, I snatched my hand away from him. How had he known my name?

I felt a cool hand touch the back of my arm and turned to give Sage wide eyes. He was frowning the new guy. "Anton is one of my oldest friends and I apologize if he startled you." Turning those emerald eyes my way, he smiled gently down at me, making my stomach flutter with butterflies.

Anton's laughed, the sound sliding over my flesh. Turning, I stared at him. "My apologies, Stella. I like to shock people, to see how one acts when confronted with something outside the norm."

Leaning towards Sage, I gave Anton a halfhearted smile. "Well, you accomplished that fairly well, but I still want to know how you know my name."

Blue eyes glancing at Sage, he nodded slightly as if Sage had given him some kind of permission to go on. "Sage told you what he is, correct?"

"Yes, but I don't see how what he is has...oh." I sucked in a quick breath when the connection snapped into place. "You're one, too."

Smiling in half mockery, he nodded. "You catch on quick, Stella. Yes, I am like him, though he is a bit older then I. As for knowing your name, it is a gift I acquired when I died and came into this new life. I was always able to read people easily and when I was reborn, that talent was magnified. Reading people's minds comes quite handy."

I frowned, more disturbed then fascinated by his 'gift'. "You can see into people's minds? That's kind of reminds me of a peeking tom."

He smiled, flashing a hint of fangs. "Well, I don't see it quite like that. It is a gift, to allow me to see into people. Know there deepest secrets and desires, their darkest thoughts that are never spoken," he said softly, those blue eyes glinting at me.

I paled. I had been thinking of my dream moments ago, had he seen that? Had he seen my darkest secret? Had he seen that far into me? Would he tell Sage that I was...

Forcing the thoughts from my mind, I stared hard into Anton's eyes, silently begging him to keep whatever he may have learned about me to himself. If I wanted people to know about my own damn secrets, I would have told them myself. I didn't need some bloody vampire spilling the beans when I had no intention of telling anyone, yet.

Those blue eyes watched me silently, his smile slipping as he watched the array of emotions flash through my gaze, probably reading every thought that crossed my agitated mind. "You are a unique human, Stella, and I can see why Sage has fallen under your spell. Strong willed, intelligent, and so brave. A rum and coke kind of girl to boot. Fascinating."

I blinked slowly, not sure where he had gotten that bit of info, but almost relieved that he seemed to had gotten my silent pleas. "I was never into those frilly drinks most woman favor. Whiskey or rum with coke suits me."

Anton suddenly grinned. "A woman after my own heart."

Sage growled softly beside me, drawing my attention to his flashing green eyes and thinned out lips. "Get the damn drinks, Anton. Your throng of admirers seem to need your flirtatious ass with a desperation."

I looked down the bar and spotted the cluster of woman staring daggers my way and sending pleading looks towards Anton as well as Sage. Thank god. At least the peeking tom would be occupied for awhile.

Anton laughed. "Fine. I just wanted to what kind of woman made the almighty Sage fall from his high throne."

Flicking my gaze back towards him, I raise an eyebrow at him. "You make it sound like he's a god or chaste or something."

Anton opened his mouth, but quickly shut it when he glanced over at Sage. Looking over, I caught the hard look Sage was giving him. Interesting. Which comment had caused him to give a silencing look at his friend?

"I'll let Sage tell you that one. Its his story to tell, not mine.," Anton murmured, though my attention was all for the expressionless vampire next to me.

Just from his closed off expression, I knew that the subject bothered him. He had his own dark secrets it seemed. Logically I knew that I should let the subject drop, but it spiked the curiosity in me. I wanted to know what secrets lurked behind those green eyes and hardened exterior.

Emerald eyes looked down at me and some of the hardness in his gaze melted away. Heart suddenly pounding, I had to bit my lip from asking. What kind of secrets did this gorgeous man hold? Why did simply looking at him make me want to strip him of them as well as his clothes?

A sudden choking sound caused me to blink from my gazing and I turned towards Anton's surprised face. I flushed and hastily looked away from him. He better not say a thing about my thoughts or I would murder him in his own club.

Anton burst out laughing, damn vampire. I glanced nervously over at Sage and found him watching me silently, a corner of his mouth curved up in a small smile. My heart skipped a beat. Oh god. Could he read minds too?

"What are thinking, sweet one, to cause Anton to cause a scene and spill his precious liquor?"

Swoosh. It suddenly got hot and I knew my face was three shades darker then it had been a moment ago. My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came forth. My heart was hammering in my chest and I thought I was going to kill over from mortification. This could not be happening.

Sage chuckled softly and I watched as he leaned down to place a chaste kiss on my cheek. I couldn't help to soft gasp that left my lips at the feather light touch of his velvety lips against my skin. They were even softer then they had been in my dream.

Warm breath puffed against the shell of my ear as he leaned towards me and whispered, "I like the fact that I can make you blush. It becomes you, Stella."

Slowly pulling away, I all but swooned from the sensations that were pulsing through my body that his close proximity had caused. His raw male scent mixed with his cologne made my head spin. Sweet heavens. 

"Well, on that note, please enjoy your drinks. I'll be down the bar if you need anything."

I heard Anton, but my focus was on Sage's smiling mouth. "Oh, okay. It was nice meeting you, peeking tom, um, Anton."

Sage laughed, his green glittering under the soft lighting of the club. He was breath taking when he laughed. Biting my lip against a smile, I glanced at Anton's pouting face that quickly became devious. Dread filled my stomach.

"Peeking tom, ha. At least my thoughts are rather innocent when yours is farthest from it," he grumbled, a mischievous glint entering in his eyes as he turned away and proceeded towards his groupies.

I gaped at him. No he didn't. Swallowing my pulse, I stared after Anton, wishing I had a bottle to throw at the back of his head. Fucking bloodsucker.

Standing on wobbly knees, I could feel Sage's gaze on me like a heated caress. I was afraid to look at him. I was afraid he would ask what kind of thoughts I was having. What kind of thoughts I was still having will he continued to stare at me. __________

(Sage)

Staring at her with hooded eyes, I grinned at the pink blush that darkened under my scrutiny. Whatever not so tame thoughts that Anton mentioned that filled her mind intrigued me. Where they thoughts of me? Did she curse like a sailor the secret crevasses of her mind? Did intimate scenes filled with our heated flesh flash through her mind as it did mine?

Grabbing the Bloody Mary I hadn't finished, I threw the rest of the glass back in one huge gulp. It was going to be one hell of a night. Having the woman I had wild fantasies about next to me in her blue short dress that flashed so much skin to my greedy gaze. Thank god for the invention of those revealing dresses.

"Do you dance, Stella?"

The question flowed from my lips, surprising me. I hadn't danced in ages, but the thought of having her form slid and brush against mine thrilled me to no end.

Those swirling blue green eyes rose to meet mine and some of the blush faded as she smiled up at me. My breath caught. No matter how many times I saw that smile, those sparkling eyes, did my heart not try to leap from my chest. The particular feeling was slightly alarming. It felt like the beginning of falling in love, but that was absurd. I had only known this woman for three days. Talked to her for only a few moments.

"Yes, I dance. Are you offering?"

The musical notes of her voice filled my head. Grabbing her small soft hand in mine, I stared down at her full lips and smiled. I wanted to taste those lips. I wanted to be away from all these prying eyes and lock this woman in a dark room with nothing by silk sheets beneath her pale creamy nude form. What I wanted to offer was a different kind of dance that involved her flesh melting against mine in ecstasy.

"Yes."

The word came out a deep rumbling growl that almost sounded like a groan. Flicking my gaze up to hers, I watched as they widened and darkened to a deep blue with streaks of green in their depths. Fuck me. I wanted her.

Tugging her gently towards the dance floor, the crowds of humans and vampires alike fell away. There was nothing but her and the loud beating of my heart in my chest. Limbs moving to the tempo of whatever song was playing, I stared at her with a wicked smile curving my lips. Daring her.

A sly smile curved her bow shaped mouth, her hips swaying as she moved towards me. Linking her arms around my neck, she withered against me in a way that had me setting my teeth on edge. Oh yes. One hell of a night.

Body rolling in a wave down my form, she swayed with me for a heartbeat. When she moved back a step, I almost groaned in protest until she turned and pressed her back down my length. Her glorious ass settled just below my growing member, rubbing and nudging provocatively against my thighs. Arms raising above her head, my hands rose to gently run down their smooth length, not being able to resist touching her.

I felt the shudder go through her and smiled. At least my touch was effecting her like hers was effecting me. Maybe dancing wasn't the smart thing to do. Much more of this and I was afraid my control would snap.

"So tell me, Sage," she murmured, making my body shiver at the sound of my name leaving her lips, "what are you thinking?"

I had to bit the inside of my cheek at the sudden flurry of sexual words that wanted to spill from my mouth. Giving off a soft chuckle, I settled my hands on her swaying hips and bit my lip against the urge to grip her there.

"I'm thinking that you're one hell of a dancer."

She laughed and turned to face me. Those glowing eyes met mine and whatever she saw there made her smile slip a bit and her eyes darkened to a sapphire.

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself."

Had her voice gotten husky? Sweet fates alive.

"What are you thinking?"

A impish smile curved her mouth. "I thinking of a lot of things actually," she said softly, her gaze dropping to what I thought was my mouth before raising to meet my gaze.

My gut clenched. "What do you want to know, sweet Stella? You have but to ask."

A faint blush colored her pale cheeks. "Can you read minds, too?" she asked in a breathy rush.

Shaking my head, I sighed. "No, unfortunately, though I crave to know what goes on behind those beautiful eyes of yours. My talents rest in more physical attributes. My senses are heightened. I'm quicker then most my kind, more lethal. I also tend to hide better when needed," I added softly, raising an eyebrow at the no so subtle meaning.

Her lips quirked as she brushed against me, still moving to the music. "So that's how you were able to simply disappear. You were there when I called you a coward. How did you do it?"

Grinning, I slide my hands up her sides, loving the quick breath she took in at my touch. "Come now. You don't expect me to reveal my secrets, do you? I like the element of surprise. Didn't you like the sketch I left for you?"

Her cheeks flared with color. "Yes. You're very good. How did you know what I looked like beneath clothes? Why you spying on me through my bedroom window?"

Stroking my thumbs just below her round globs of feminine flesh, I reeled on the shiver that ran through her. "Do you like the thought of me watching you while you strip, Stella? Knowing that my eyes burn for you as you reveal every inch of your skin for my viewing?"

I could hear her heart galloping in her chest, her spike of arousal filling the air like a perfume. Sweet heaven I was in. She was like a drug. Drawing me to her, shredding away my control bit my bit.

Smiling, I tentatively ground my arousal against her lower stomach. "I only jest. I do not like to spy on one's private moments, unless invited to," I paused when I felt her press back against me, making my mind fog up for just a moment, "I actually found a rather eye catching painting. Whoever placed you in this portrait I should give my thanks to. It was definitely a treasure I could wish to own."

I watched her chest rise as she inhaled sharply, those perfectly shaped breasts rising towards me as if in invitation. "You found the painting of me n-naked? Oh god," she groaned, dropping her eyes from my heated gaze.

I chuckled at her sweet embarrassment. Reaching up, I touched her chin and raised her face back to look up at me. Brushing my thumb over her pale pink lips, I stared down into her now aqua colored eyes. Beautiful.

"At a later time, I might wish to ask how this painting came to be, but not tonight," I muttered in a low rumbling tone, "though I will say that you have nothing to be embarrassed about, my Stella."

Her throat worked as she swallowed gently, drawing my attention to the length of her cream colored throat for just a moment. "Do you bite humans?" she suddenly murmured.

Having been caught looking, I cleared my throat softly. "No. I haven't bitten a human in over fifty years."

"Why?" The question was spoken in a whisper and I swore I saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes.

Tilting my head, my eyes flicked over her face in wonder. "Because it had ended tragically for both parties. It was something that has haunted me since, which in turn became my refusal to drink from any mortal," I murmured, waiting to see if that flash of disappointment would return. When it didn't, I added, "Not matter how tempting that mortal may be. And you, my beauty, are indeed a temptation."

I was rewarded with a flash of heat that sucked the air from my lungs. Did the thought of me taking her that way excite her? Oh god. My hardened length jerked against her petite form on its own accord, making her eyes widened.




Dark Dreams Ch. 04



"Kiss me," she breathed.

I stared, wondering if I had heard her right. It became apparent that I had when her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers snaking into my hair making a shiver travel down my spine. Wrapping my arms around her back, I gazed into her eyes for a heart beat before I slanted my mouth across her parted lips.

Groaning at the velvety touch of her lips on mine, I molded her against me. A desperation swept over me and instead of being gentle, I was soon tasting and nibbling at her like a starved man. A hand snaked up into her golden tresses, marveling at the silky texture of her hair as I cupped the back of her head in my palm. I almost let out a primal growl at the thought of it spread across something much more intimate.

She moaned softly, the sweet sound a stimulating to my frayed nerves. Those delicate fingers weaved into my obsidian colored hair, twisting in a way that sent electricity racing down my spine to my aching member straining against the confinements of my jeans. Bloody hell. Just kissing the woman set my blood to a boiling pitch.

Deepening our kiss, I devolved my tongue into the warm crevasse of her mouth. God. She tasted divine. Sweet with a tangy flavor that had me exploring for more. It also made me wonder what her sweet womanly nectar would taste like as she climaxed into my greedy mouth.

Jaw clenching at the wild images of her in the throws of undiluted passion, I felt the edge of one of my fangs pierce the tender tissue of her lower lip. The metallic zing of her blood filled my mouth and my entire body convulsed in ecstasy as a rumbling groan crawled up my throat. Fire thrilled through my veins like nothing I had ever felt before. My painfully throbbing erection felt like it was about to spurt while my heart hammered against my ribs at an alarming rate.

Pulling away from her mouth, I clung to her, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I tried to reign in some control. The need to take her was almost overwhelming. Never in all my long years had any mortal's blood sent me to a fever like frenzy. Only Stella's.

"I'm sorry," I breathed against her warm skin scented with the blossom perfume she favored, "I never meant to hurt you."

Fingers clenched and unclenched in my hair, almost undoing what little self preservation I had. She was shaking against me. Fear put the fire in my blood out. Had I frightened her?

Swiping my tongue across my lips in a nervous gesture, I shivered at the taste of her essence there. Lifting my head, I pushed the hunger back and stared down at her. Glazed blue eyes that had a ring of dark green on the outer edges flicked up to meet my gaze as she drew the bottom edge of her bleeding lip into her mouth. Her chest rose in a silent gasp as she looked up at me.

Shoving the knee jerking reaction her features caused me, I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat. "You have nothing to fear from me, Stella. That I promise you." My voice was a deep rasp, breathy almost.

Looking up at me, she whispered in a purring voice, "You're eyes are black swimming pools."

Inhaling sharply, I froze at the sharp scent of her arousal that filled the air. Mouth opening in soundless gasp, I shuddered at the sweet smell of her release. I had to get away. I had to get away before I dragged her to the floor and ravished her in front of everyone.

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(Stella)

The moment I felt the quick flash of pain and his deep grumbling groan that filled my mouth, I had climaxed against his shaking hard form. Leaning my weight against the pulsing bulge of his desire, I almost cried out when he pulled away to bury his face in the crook of my neck. I almost begged him to bite me. I wanted it. I wanted to fill that earth shattering pleasure I knew his bite would give me.

Feeling his tall frame shudder against me, my stomach tightened in feminine glee that I had did this to him. My kiss flavored with the taste of my blood had caused this bulk of sex wrapped in hard muscles to shiver in my arms. Clenching my sticky thighs together, I held in the moan that wanted to crawl out of my mouth and did my own trembling against him.

I barely heard the apology he murmured into my throat. Why the hell was he saying sorry? That was by far the best orgasmic experience I had ever had. Even if it was in public.

He shifted, raising his dark head to look down at me and my heart skipped. His eyes were black shining orbs filled with flickering lights. Drawing my lip between my teeth, I inhaled sharply at the sudden clash of my vivid dream sex god met with the present soul quivering beast of a man. Inner muscles clenching, I felt a warm trail of my desire seep down the inside of my right thigh.

"You have nothing to fear from me, Stella. That I promise you." 

I might not have nothing to fear, but he did. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I wanted to run my hands down his sculpted body while those obsidian eyes stared at me, half closed with heated desire.

"You're eyes are black swimming pools." My voice was throaty with my undisguised need.

I watched as his nostrils flared as he inhaled quickly. Black eyes widening, he stilled against my giving form. Those full lips parted and a wave seemed to travel down his body, pressing his hard member into my lower stomach in the process. Did he smell my arousal for him? Could he feel the heat emitting from my drenching soft folds that craved his touch?

Arms sliding away from my body, I blinked in confusion when he stepped away. Chest heaving, he swallowed wordless as he stared at me with eyes like glittering obsidian glass. He was breath taking and he was taking yet another step away from me. My hand lifted, reaching out to him in a silent plea.

"Sage?"

I couldn't understand why he was moving away from me. Had I done something wrong? Did I kiss badly? Did I smell repulsive? Some of the ardor faded under that thought. It would kill something inside me if I found out that the scent of my desire was what put him off.

Tongue darting out to lick his lips, his gaze dropped down and a deep growling groan erupted from him. Meeting my hazy gaze, I saw the utterly masculine heat enter his eyes and my knees wobbled. It was the look a man got when he knew he could have you. That you would fall willingly into his arms to seek the pleasure he offered.

"If I don't leave you now, sweet mortal," he murmured softly, his voice dropping down to a rumbling bass that slid down my spine, "I will shred that lovely dress to pieces. My control is teetering, my love, and seeing you like this... I fear that I will take you here in front all these prying eyes. Fuck your beautifully aroused body until you scream for me."

Whoosh. I was hot and panting from the images he created in my head. I hadn't noticed that the hand that wasn't reaching out for him was clenching the loose material of my dress over my pulsing sex, my arm shaking with the need to relieve some of the pressure building in my fleshy rosebud. I silently begged him to do as he said he would. At that moment, I didn't care who all saw me. I wanted this man inside me. I wanted to fell his muscled form sliding over me as he brought me to heaven and back.

"I will come to you, tomorrow night, Stella."

His voice startled me out of the living color film I was seeing I my head and I blinked at him for a moment. 

"What?" I whispered, not understanding what he had said.

A corner of his mouth curved up in a devilish smile. My hand involuntarily pressed against my aching core. "Tomorrow, my Stella, I will come to you when the moon is full," glancing down at my trembling hand pressed against my soaking sex, his breath hitched for a moment, "I came to learn the name of the woman that captured my attention, I've got that. Now I want more, Stella, so much more."

Reaching out, he cupped my cheek in this palm and brushed the pad of his thumb over the sensitive love mark he left me. Eyelids fluttering closed, I leaned into him and brought my hand up. Fingertips skimmed the silky edge of his shirt and my heart started a quick heavy tempo in my chest. The moment my palm touched the hard planes of his rippling stomach, a purring voice filled my ears.

"Sage," a woman's voice asked heatedly, "who is this?"

Swooning and slightly baffled, I opened my eyes as Sage dropped his hand from my cheek. Turning slowly, I let my own hands drop down to my sides and regarded a gorgeous woman standing a few feet away form us. She was a tall curvy redhead with flaming red hair that dropped to her waist in perfect ringlets and flashing pale green eyes. Bright red lips were turned down in a scowl as she stared at me.

Sage cursed softy. Reaching out, I was surprised when Sage gathered me in his arms, locking his arms around me in a fleshy steel cage. "Hello, Mira."

Frowning, I glanced at Sage. Desire no longer softened his features. Eyes blank as unyielding stone, his dark brows pinched slightly and those lips that had been soft and giving were drawn in a tight line. Whoever this woman was, he wasn't happy to see her. Dread made my stomach twist.

"Tell me," the woman muttered sharply, drawing my attention back to her scorching gaze, "what are you doing with my husband?"

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Well, I had decided that I didn't like the way it had ended the first chapter four I had put up. Wanted to length it a bit and changed the perceptive. I hope the end of this ending of the chapter. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, as I hope you all will enjoy reading this revised chapter. I would greatly love to hear your opinions, ideas, feedback of this revised version of chapter four. With tons of love and gratitude to all my reads, I hope to have chapter five out for you soon! Thanks so much for reading! 



Dark Dreams Ch. 05







Dark Dreams Ch. 05



It was night and they had been driving for hours. As soon as she got into his Porsche, they had sat in silence, Alexander working on a plan and Zara, absorbing what Alexander had told her. She had many more questions for him, but the grim set of his face, and the music set on loud was clearly meant to discourage her.

She had napped after a while, consumed by dreams of demons with fiery eyes, and a nameless, faceless ghost pursuing her. She awoke to silence. Without opening her eyes fully, she had the unabashed opportunity of staring at her companion. In the street light, his dark hair glimmered. It had a slight curl and was messy as if he had kept running his hands through it. His eyes looked like a deep lake in the moonlight. His face looked weary but determined and calculated. 

She wondered what lay beneath the surface. It was difficult enough for her to understand normal males that were human, so demons were completely beyond her. She longed to ask him why he was protecting her. All that feeling between them, she wondered if any of it was real. She realized she was no closer to knowing him then the first day she saw him. She knew what he was now, but that was it.

As she was lost in this realization, an amused half smile formed on his face.

"See something you like?"

Zara was startled and then blushed heavily hoping the streetlights were dim enough to hide her face. 

"I um... just woke up." 

"I know." He said. "What were you thinking about just now?"

"I was thinking about how I don't know you at all. Actually wondering what I'm doing here with you and why you would help me."

He smiled again. A crooked smile. He looked different to her without his suit. He was dressed in jeans and a dark t-shirt. He looked younger. He seemed less perfect. That made him more beautiful to her. 

"You do know me. You must partially trust me, or else you wouldn't be here with me. But then again I've always had a way with the ladies." 

She looked at him darkly. "Seriously, you need to stop that fake charm thing."

"It isn't fake." He pretended to be hurt. And then his face grew serious.

"I guess it wasn't all fake. The Council ordered me to keep an eye on you once we knew your identity. Well actually it was more than that. I was to gain your trust and assess your powers so we could see what to do with you. Since I am the youngest member of the Council, the duty was best suited to me. I thought it would be easy, but when I saw you, I felt drawn to you. It was a strange feeling." She sensed his confusion. He looked at her, his eyes searching. 

"If Kayden finds you he will use you to his own ends. I can't let anything happen to you and if the prophecy is true, he will have all the power enough to destroy the Council and basically enslave all humans."

"Oh." Zara sank back into her seat. She felt slightly sick. In spite of it all she noted the protective way he had said he couldn't let anything happen to her. She still had many questions.

"How do they know I'm the one from the prophecy?"

"The wording of the prophecy is in an ancient demon language. It's only accessible to the head of the Council. He along with the oldest demons left interpreted it and came to the conclusion it meant you. They knew this for a while but decided to let things be. Until Kayden came along. He captured one of the scholars and tortured the information out of him. That forced us to take action and find you before he did."

"Wow. So I'm screwed either way. Either be taken by you people or be captured by Kayden. And anyway, how does my 'power' or whatever work?"

"I don't think anyone knows that. Kayden will try a number of things to get it out of you. Turning you into a demon will be the nicest of those things."

She sunk back into the chair thinking about everything he said. She turned to the window feeling an involuntary shiver run through her body. 

"We are nearly there." Said Alexander, breaking the silence. "Look, I am going to leave you for a few days. I need to see what exactly is going on with the Council and whether they have any news."

"Where are you going to leave me?" She asked.

"I have to leave you with someone I trust. That is not alone and not with the Council either. I don't know what they will do to you."

She sat forward in her seat as they turned into a suburban area. It was filled with beautiful homes. The kind you see in the movies with the perfect families and the white picket fences. They stopped outside a modern looking white house. It had a wonderfully tended garden lit by the headlights as they pulled into the driveway. They stopped. She sat rooted to her seat, hesitant to find out who or what lived here. Judging by the previous company Alexander seemed to keep, she was apprehensive. 

Alexander came around and opened her door helping her out. He held her arm and walked her, a tad bit forcibly, to the door. He rang the doorbell. A boy of about eight with curly red hair, freckles and glasses opened the door.

She was wholly unprepared for what happened next. 

The boy broke out into a huge smile shouting, "Uncle Alex is here!" And jumped on Alexander who lifted him up into a hug.

Zara was in shock. Alex was now walking in holding the boys hand.

"Where's your mum, Princess?" Alexander was now asking an adorable six year old girl, ruffling her strawberry blonde curly hair.

"They are in the kitchen. Mum made us your favourite. I helped with dessert." She proclaimed proudly. 

A dark haired woman of about 35 now walked out of what looked like the kitchen. She was very beautiful. 

"Alex, you're late but just in time for dinner." She scolded, but warmly. 

Her eyes flickered to Zara and Zara noticed the surprise in them before she quickly smiled warmly again and greeted her.

"Alex, you didn't say you would be bringing company.'

"Charlotte, this is Zara, a friend of mine, and Zara, this is Charlotte, my sister."

Zara greeted Alexander's sister. She could see the similarities now in their aristocratic features and their blue eyes, although hers were slightly lighter. She was a tall, slender woman, who moved gracefully, as they walked to the large kitchen.

"This is my kids, Heather and Fred." Charlotte introduced. 

"Zara, why don't you go freshen up? Kids, please show Zara around the house." 

She followed the gorgeous little girl and her brother, leaving Alex and his sister in the kitchen alone.

Charlotte immediately pounced on her brother.

"So big bro, I don't see you for months, and now you bring home a girl? I can see now why you were so busy." She teased with a twinkle in her eye.

She stopped, however when she saw his grim face. 

"It's not like that Char. It's got to do with the Council. And Kayden. "

Her eyes clouded over and her face hardened.

"Are you in danger? What does Zara have to do with it?"

"I will tell you later. But I really need your help protecting her. I can't trust anyone else and I have to leave her alone to go back and get news."

"You know you don't have to ask."

They ended the conversation as Zara walked back in. Charlotte led them to a dinner table and they had a sumptuous meal.

Zara was surprised at how Alexander was a different person. 'Uncle Alex' as the kids called him, was very different from what she knew. The cold hard façade was lowered and beneath that there was warmth and humour. The chemistry wasn't gone though. It was evident when she passed him a dish and their hands touched, or the feeling she got when his eyes met hers. She felt as if through everything that had happened, the whole demon thing, this was what was the most unreal.

After dinner they sat in the living room and talked. She learnt that Charlotte's husband had passed away a few years ago from cancer. She was a doctor and it was how they met when he first got diagnosed. They tried in spite of everything to make a life together, but two years ago, he lost the battle. A few hours and cups of hot chocolate later, Zara was incredibly sleepy and was led to a charming guest room.

Alexander returned to the living room after bidding her goodnight and Charlotte, after putting her kids to bed. He told her everything that had occurred and got ready to leave. 

"Alex, look after yourself. " She warned.

"Of course Sis. I left you extra ammo in the weapons room. There are also those knives you like."

She laughed. "You sure know how to make a girl happy. Speaking of which..." Her eyes drifted to upstairs. "You like this girl." She stated it as a fact, not a question.

"I hate putting you in danger, and I wouldn't, but I can't just leave her. You know what they would do."

"Yeah I do. Anyway it's school holidays and the kids are leaving for their grandparents place, which I'm sure you already thought about." She said of the kids' regular visit to her late husband's parents.

"I will be back soon. Thank you." He gave her a brief hug and left swiftly.

It was early morning, and Zara once again awoke up to unfamiliar surroundings. This time it was a sunny bedroom decorated in pale yellow and splashes of blue. She woke up and taking some of the clothes Alexander had got her, showered and went downstairs. She found Charlotte in the kitchen. 

"Good morning. Made you some breakfast."

She was reading the newspaper and pointed at a stack of pancakes. 

Zara laughed. "What's with you and your brother and feeding me?"

"I'm just following his strict orders about taking good care of you, and frankly you could do with some more food," She said, eying her slender frame. "Oh and Heather picked those for you." She said pointing at some flowers in a glass.

"They are lovely." She smiled smelling the fragrance. "Where is she and Fred?"

"Their grandparents picked them up for a visit a little while ago. "

Zara thought about how it must be to grow up without a father. At least the kids had a loving family. She thought back to her own childhood as she poured syrup on the pancakes. She couldn't remember when her mother actually cooked, let alone served her breakfast. She didn't know her own grandparents.

She looked up from eating the last pancake to find Charlotte staring at her.

"Alexander said he will be back in a few days. He told me everything. I'm really sorry about you finding out like that and having to just leave everything."

"It was quite a shock. I'm still kind of dazed. You know all about demons?" Her curiosity as to the siblings' relationship was aroused.

"Yeah." She said. "Alex and I are really close, since we were kids. Our parents were, well, not really parents. Alex was the one who looked after me."

"Alex is older than you?" 

"Hey, you're not supposed to ask questions about my age." She joked. "Yes he is. I'm forty this year and Alex is seven years older than me. It's the demon thing. It stops the aging process when you turn, leaving you at your ideal age in terms of strength and power. That makes him about twenty-five. It's quite a knock to my ego, but no matter his appearance he will always be my big brother."

"So how did he tell you what he is? How did you accept it?" She knew she was getting too personal now. "I'm sorry if it's personal. It's just unbelievable to me. "

She smiled at Zara warmly. "I don't mind at all." She stared out of the window at the garden and her eyes grew distant. 

"When he turned, I was ten and he was seventeen. We had just lost both our parents. I didn't know he had turned at the time. He had just finished school and he fought hard to be granted custody of me. He moved us to another town and looked after me, working many jobs. All day and night shifts. Eventually through sheer determination, he got enough investors to start his own small company. It grew quickly through his hard work and intelligence. He put me through college and med school. He is all I have. 

Eventually a decade ago, I put a lot of the strange signs of his together. I was thirty and a doctor. He was supposed to be nearly forty but looked twenty-seven at most. Besides not aging, he didn't sleep. There were many other things. I think I just knew and had known since he turned, but I didn't want to question or believe.

I confronted him about it. He told me everything and said he understood if I never wanted to see him again. I could never do that and I told him. I got married to Charlie soon after, introducing Alex as my younger brother." She smiled at this. "He always found our house a home. I wasn't happy when he joined the Council and they were never happy about me knowing everything, but somehow we had a life. And good times." She looked at frames on the mantle of them holidaying together. 

"How did he change? What happened?"

Charlotte's eyes immediately grew stormy and her smile was gone. She sighed. "It's not my right to tell you that. I'm sure he will tell you that himself soon."

Zara sensed how she had deeply overstepped some bounds and apologized hastily.

Charlottes smile reappeared. "It's alright. He likes you, you know. You are the first girl he has let me meet since he was about sixteen."

Zara blushed. "It's just out of necessity. I think I've just caused a lot of problems."

The conversation then turned to easier topics before Charlotte left for work. 

Alexander entered the dark, elegant building with a sense of foreboding. He flew to Europe to meet the Council immediately. It was situated in Rome. Only one of the Council members lived there. They all flew in for meetings. The building was richly decorated and lavish. He went up to the top floor where there was an elegant huge room, where meetings took place. There was a heavy table in the shape of an arc, with 13 grand chairs placed around it. They faced a bank of seats in a semi circular shape, where demons not on the Council could sit in on meetings or raise issues.

Today was a closed meeting however. He was once again in a suit. He took his place in a chair toward the right end. The other Council members were already there, with Dimitri at the centre of the arc. Dimitri was a white haired man, with harsh features and watery, blue eyes that were arctically cold.

"Now that our final member is here, we can begin."

He looked harshly at Alexander, as they proceeded with the formalities.

"Now, honoured Council members, we are here today on an urgent, rather disturbing matter." He emphasized the word disturbing staring at Alexander pointedly. 

"Ten short years ago, on the escalation of his powers, we invited a demon to join our Council. It was an appointment that would be historically unheard of due to his youth. But, the Council placed faith in him, and disregarded our inhibitions, never imagining there would come a day, just ten short years later, we would regret that decision. "

"Get along with it Dimitri. What did you call us here for? I understand you have lived a long life, but that's no need to waste our time." Sabina, one of the two female members, and the only demon who could stand up to Dimitri clucked impatiently. 

Dimitri stared coldly at her, but continued faster. "Alexander is that demon. And..." He paused dramatically to Sabina's annoyance. "He has betrayed us in the worst of times, in the worst way. With Kaydens growing power, we cannot afford for hasty decisions like his to be allowed. I have received reports from our field agents, that he has taken the girl from the prophecy and hid her, disobeying Council orders to bring her to us."

"Is that true?" Galen, another member of the Council asked calculatingly. 

"Let him speak his part." Sabina interceded. "What say you about this matter Alexander?"

"Dimitri, your field agent, Mercedes tried to capture and turn the girl herself in order to use her powers for her own ends. I merely protected her, what I was told to do. She would have turned the girl in to Kayden had he offered her enough."

Dimitri grew angry. "Nonsense. She wouldn't do that. She reported that you developed feelings for the girl and on reminding you to bring the girl to us, you grew vicious, attacked her and left."

"Never mind all the technicalities. Where is the girl now? Why did you not bring her here? Has she shown any powers of any sort? Has Kayden tried taking her?" Felipe another Council member asked.

All the members stared at him expectant at his answer. He assessed the answers to those questions. Why didn't he just hand Zara over to them? They wouldn't let her go to Kayden, and that may mean killing her themselves if they couldn't use her as a tool for their own side. At the thought of that he grew cold. Not physically, but he felt as if there was ice running through his veins. 

He wouldn't let that happen to her. He thought about her smile, her voice and her touch. He shouldn't feel this way. He knew that. He wasn't going to deal with that now. But despite his feelings, whatever they were, he couldn't let that happen to her.

He had sat in on, and been a part of harsh Council decisions. They had sent many demons to hell, and the odd human who decided to use demons for their own ends, abusing the power, but he had never sent an innocent human to death or worse. He evaluated his options and worked out how he was going to get out of this. With both Kayden and the Council against him. What was he thinking? 

"She hasn't shown any powers yet. I will not bring her here and I think it's a mistake to do that. Kayden hasn't tried yet, but I have reports that his army is gathering numbers. They are turning humans furiously, to increase their numbers as well as winning the support of lower demons who feel ousted by our own side. They may not be powerful, but there are a lot of them."

Dimitri however was outraged by the first part of his response. "You are in direct contravention of the Council. I hereby put forward that you be stripped of your rank and relegated to the existence creed of a lower demon." 

The Council murmured in response. There were no assents, but to go against the Council-head without just cause was treasonous and dangerous.

"Do you accept that ruling Alexander?" Sneered Dimitri. He had been looking for a way to drive out Alexander for a while. He was too independent and powerful. And dangerous.

Alexander saw his only option clearly. His mouth curved into a defiant smile. "I do not accept. I would like to challenge for the position of head of the Council." At that loud shouts and responses broke out. 

After they subsided, Sabina, who was second chair on the Council, looking noticeably pale said softly. "Very well then. It is your right. We shall fetch the battle knives. The audience will be sent for immediately." 

To be continued...



Dark Dreams Ch. 05



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_____Chapter Five_____

(Sage)

Stiffening, I stared at Mira. Hate and rage towards the woman twisted in my gut and it took everything in me not to throttle the conniving bitch. If it wasn't for the my sweet suddenly stiff human in my grasp, I would have done so gladly. Marrying the damned woman over six hundred years ago had been one of my worst decisions I had done in my immortal life.

"Your husband," Stella's soft voice floated up to me, making my heart lurch against my chest. 

Turning guarded eyes down to her stunning face that had been filled with such passion not even a moment before, but was now pale with betrayal and filled with hurt. Blue green swirls of agony looked up to me in accusation, making my chest tighten with the realization that those simple lying words could have very well lost me my newly found enchantress.

"You're married?" 

The words were breathed from her pale lips, such turmoil in her soft tones. Opening my mouth, I barely got a syllable out to explain the turn of events when her fist collided with my ribcage. Grunting at the unexpected jab, eyes widening in disbelieve, I felt my arms loosen just enough for Stella to jerk out of my hold. Jesus. For a petite human she packaged quite a punch.

"Are you fucking serious?" Eyes darkening to a deep sapphire that glinted with her anger,i watched speechlessly as she backed away from me. My world seemed to freeze in time and I knew that I would see those hate filled eyes for the rest of my days and I despised it. "You had a wife all this time and we...and I just... I can't believe you!" 

Spinning on her heel, she turned her back to me. A slicing pain lashed through my chest as I watched her blond hair wipe around her in a shining curtain. I reached out to her without a second thought and caught her tiny wrist in my grasp, refusing to let it end this way. I couldn't allow her to leave without her knowing all the facts about Mira and I.

"Stella, wait." I could here the plea in my voice, the desperation that was clawing inside me was spilling out. "You don't know everything. Please, listen. Mira is..." her dainty hand striking my cheek startled me, succeeding in silencing me out of sheer shock. The blow didn't hurt, but it wounded me far deeper then the stinging of a mere cheek.

"Stella..."

Staring down into her tear filled eyes, I watched as her bottom lip started to tremble. "You were just playing me. It was all just a game to you. I thought you were different from all the other assholes I dated, but you're not." Her voice was harsh and raspy, her eyes likes shards of broken glass. 

My heart thudded heavily once in my chest before it went silent in my hallowed ribs. She believed the twisted truth down to her very core and just by looking at her I knew that there wasn't going to be any way that I could convince her otherwise.

"Let me go. Just...please, let me go."

I watched a hot tear roll down the curve of her cheek, her voice had held the teetering edge of a whimper and it killed me inside to know that I was the cause of her pain.

"No." The word was the only thing I could think of outside of the panicked feeling welling up in my guy. I was about to loose her and I didn't know how to stop it. "I won't let you go, not until you give me a chance to explain."

Dark blonde lashes pressed against her pale cheeks as a second tear joined the first to slid down the other side, dripping off the edge of her jawline to land wetly on the curve of her breast. "I hate you."

The words were so soft and heart felt that something died inside of me as I stared speechlessly as her. I felt strangled. Like there was a vise around my pounding heart, squeezing what little life there was left in me out.

"Stella..." her name was a croak from my dry lips.

Jerking her wrist easily from my lax grip, she spun and ran from me. Stepping to run after her, I found a firm hand clenching my bicep, preventing me from chasing after her as she disappeared into the crowded dance floor. Tuning with a savage snarl, I stared at Mira's smug smiling face. Fists clenching, I felt the color bleed from my eyes and I knew my humanity was slipping away. I had every intention of beating the woman to an inch of her immortal life. She made me lose the one being that my soul craved after so many years of darkness and self-hatred.

"Sage, don't."

Anton's calm voice floated through my tunneled hearing, his body just suddenly blocking my pulsing vision of the woman I came to despise. Yanking her hand from my arm, he pushed her back and away from me as if she meant nothing to him. Stumbling, she gasped in outrage, her red painted mouth parting to scold him for his behavior. I watched as her green eyes flicked up to mine over Anton's shoulder and a flash of fear raced across her face. She finally saw the monster she made me become, the rage I had boiling in my gut. Good. I wanted her to fear me.

"If you don't go after her now, Sage, you will lose her. With no one to claim her, the Clan will see to it that she dies with the knowledge of our existence. Do you understand what I am saying, Sage?" Anton asked, his hand reaching out to grip my chin and force me to look down into his serious blue eyes, "they will kill her if you don't find her, dammit."

Blinking slowly, I swallowed my fury and took in a deep breath. I understood what he was saying, but it was as if my mind had ceased to work and my primal side had taken over. I wanted to maim and kill. I wanted to scream and shout out my hurt and anger. But he was right. I needed to focus. I needed to find Stella. Find her before anyone else got to her first. If that happened...

"I'll find her," I whispered, afraid to talk above a murmur as grotesque images flashed behind my eyes.

Anton nodded, his face grim as he released my face from his grasp. "Then get your ass moving."

Stepping stiffly away from him, I began shoving my way through the liquor induced throng of humans and vampires alike. I moved with a single motivation thrumming through my distraught mind. To find Stella. To keep her safe. To make her see. To claim her as mine.

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(Stella)

Pushing the toe of my midnight blue slipper harder against the gas pedal, I wiped angrily at the tears that continued to spill down my cheeks. My windshields wipers swept across my windshield in a frenzy as the rain fell down around me on the darkened road, fitting the ugly mood I was in.

He was married! The words kept running around and around in my head as my mind went over the entire scene over and over again. He had used me. Brought me pleasure with the press of his body on mine and he had a fucking wife! The arrogant cheating bastard!

Thighs clenching, I felt the sticky reminder of my passion and had to admit that a part of me mourned the thought of never having the man. He had been everything I wanted. For so long, I had been looking for someone who could give me strength and support in my times of need and his arms had offered that. So much fierce possession he had, but it hadn't even been really in my reach. It had been that woman's.

Lights flashing through the sheets of rain, I noticed the sign announcing that I was approaching the turn off to my home. Pressing on the brakes, my breath caught when my Corvette skidded across the wet asphalt, sliding towards the ditch at a speed that made my stomach drop. A scream crawled up my throat and I thought for a moment that I was going to roll. Tires jerking against the dirt that lined the two laned road, I let out a heavy sigh when they found traction and my beast coasted to a stop a few yards past the turn off.

Hands gripping the steering wheel, I berated myself as I shifted the car into reverse and backed up enough to turn down the narrow road. Having a near miss of a car accident had dampened my anger enough that I drove silently through the tree engulfed dirt road towards my own place of sanctuary. Parking the rumbling metal trap, I shut off the engine and let out a weary sigh.

The light pings of raindrops bouncing off the exterior of my car filled my ears as I sat and quietly wept in the dark. I was no longer angry. I was hurt and mortified that I had let my emotions overrule my common sense. I should have learned by now, through countless disastrous relationships, that I needed to keep my heart guarded. I didn't even know Sage all that well and he had dug his way in when I should have kept him out.

God, I needed a drink.

Cupping my keys in my shaking hand, I pushed the door open and climbed out of my car into the pouring rain. Hunching under the cold assault of the relentless drops, I slammed my car door and carefully sprinted towards my front door in my thin dancing slippers. Water dripping down my face, I hastily unlocked the door and hurried inside.

Soaked and shivering, I locked the deadbolt and dropped the keys on the small red oak waist high table I had by the entrance. Grasping the edge of it, I reaching down and peeled my shoes off, kicking them under the table none to gently. I would deal with them later. Gloomily, I headed down the hallway to my kitchen, leaving a dripping trail behind me that, again, I would deal with later.

Leaving the lights off, I stumbled around my kitchen table and flung open my dark stained wooden cabinets in search of my stash of whiskey I kept for nights just like this. Growling in frustration, I started tossing out pans and skillets, along with glass cooking dishes, across my kitchen floor. Glass shattered and metal clanged behind me, but I didn't care. When my hand gripped a smooth glass bottle, I almost threw it behind me in my hast. The soothing swish of liquor next to my ear let me know that I had found what I had been digging for. Finally. Sighing heavily, I clutched my fifth of Southern Comfort whiskey to my chest and stood up on wobbly legs.

Kicking debris out of my way, lightening flashed across my windows, lighting up my trashed kitchen and the mess I had made. I felt a small amount of satisfaction that it looked the way I felt inside. Unscrewing the cap as I walked, I somehow managed to make it to the stairs as I swallowed the first gulp full of burning liquid. Wiping the back of my free hand across my mouth, I stomped up the stairs like a elephant.

I knew I was being childish, but I wanted to drown my sorrow. I wanted to kick and scream out my frustration on anything and everything around me. Breaking things in my kitchen had only fueled the desire and taking out my anger on the stairs was harmless. It made me feel better just simply doing it. Childish, yes, but fuck it. It felt good.

Taking another swig of whiskey, I swallowed and let out a soft hiss as it made its way down. I stood there, at the top of the stairs, letting the warmth of my drink course through me. I could feel drops of cool rain water splatter against the tops of my bare feet, dripping down the backs of my legs to pool around my heels. I was soaked to the bone, but I was numb. I didn't feel cold. I only felt the burn of the liquor as it settled in my stomach and the heartache that thrummed through my chest.

Heat pricked at the back of my eyes and I was disguised to find that I wanted to cry again. That there was a sob waiting for the opportune moment to erupt from my trembling lips. I had thought I was over crying, but I wasn't. It had just been laying in wait for the moment that my anger drew back enough to let the hurt flood back in.

Bringing the bottle to my lips, I drowned my sobs and swallowed gulp after gulp until I couldn't take anymore. Shuddering, I coughed and gasped as my eyes brimmed over, tears streaking down my already wet cheeks. Oh, the lovely burn. May it kill this stabbing ache of betrayal.

Trudging towards my room, I made it to my closed bedroom door and leaned against the cool dark wood. Green eyes flashed through my mind, causing my heart to twist painfully. A sob crawled out despite my will to keep it in.

"Why?"

The word was whispered and so broken that it hurt to hear such a sound come from me. That I let myself be torn down enough to produce such vocalized grief and agony.

Grabbing the doorknob with my free hand, I slowly pushed the door open to a flash of lightening that lite my darkened room for a heartbeat. Blinking through the tears that spilled from my eyes, I stumbled in. I wanted to take this damn dress off. I wanted to burn the damned thing, along with all the memories that came with it.

Setting my whiskey down with a sharp clank on the hardwood floor, I grasped the slippery wet blue material of my dress and tugged the clinging garment upwards. I had to tug it a little to get it over my breasts, but I had managed to peel to dress off and let it drop with a wet flop onto the floor beside me.

Reaching down for my salvation bottle, I stumbled and noted with a sick glee that I was well on my way to being drunk. Yippy.

Straightening, I blinked rapidly as the world tilted slightly and waited patiently for the vertigo to pass. What I was left looking at made my breath catch, my heart clenching suddenly in a painful vise. A dark shape of a man, yes definitely a man, stood just in front of my window.

The man stood there, breathing hard, his black hair dripping with rain. Even as I sucked in a breath to scream, I saw those green eyes flash silver in the darkness, but none of it registered. Drawing back my arm, I threw my half full bottle of whiskey at the form. The dark bottle sailed pass the intruder and shattered against the wall beside my open window, leaving the man unharmed. 

Turning in a fogged fear, I tried to run from my room, but found strong arms slipping around my nearly naked torso. That's when the panic finally burst through my numbed state. Letting out a banshee like shriek, I kicked and struggled for all my drunken worth. I would be damned if I went down without a fight.

Those strong steel like arms clenched around me as cool breath brushed against the shell of my ear. He was whispering something. What was he saying? Was he saying my name? I couldn't focus and fight him off at the same time. Multitasking was not my strong point when liquor was involved.

Calming enough to focus on the husky rasp of his voice, I felt my eyes widen as the familiar timber tones washed over me.

"Stella, please," Sage gasped, his breath coming in small puffs against my ear, "please. I don't want to hurt you."

Panting, I turned slowly, the shadows coming in streams as I looked over my shoulder. I had to blink a couple of times to draw him back into focus as he drew back enough for me to see his green eyes shining in the shadowed contours of his face.

"Why are you here?" I croaked, tears blurring my already twisted vision, "I told you to stay away."

Turning me in his arms, he pulled me against his soaked chest. Even though this man had hurt me deeply, I still couldn't control how my body reacted to the closeness of his ridged form pressed to the front of me. Those emerald eyes stared down into mine and I was surprised to see a panicked look that bordered on desperation gleaming in their depths. That spiteful part of me was glad to see it though. Glad that he had felt something from deceiving me.

"I couldn't let you leave me, Stella," he rumbled in a deep vibrating voice that echoed through his heaving chest into mine, "You're mine. You were mine the moment I set my eyes on you."

Slanting his mouth over mine, I let out a small surprised gasp as he took my mouth with a wild recklessness that stole my breath away from me. Cool drops of rain dripped from his hair onto my face, trailing down my cheeks and closed eyelids. The velvety feel of his lips moving against mine made part of my brain shut down, but there was still that small voice screaming at me that he had hurt me. That I shouldn't be enjoying his kiss, that I should be fighting him.

Wedging my hands between out tightly pressed bodies, I placed my hands on his chiseled hard chest and pushed. Turning my face out of the mind numbing smooch, I panted and halfheartedly struggled against him. The damn man was relentless, though, and bloody strong. It was like trying to shove at a mountain.

"You have no right to kiss me," I murmured, my own version of panic welling up beneath the dullness the liquor gave me. Looking up into that darkened face and those green eyes, I felt hot tears roll down my wet cheeks to blend with the water droplets. "You never did. You're married, Sage."

Gripping the wet clinging material of his shirt in my hands, I used my forearms to try to push away. I was confused. Angry that this man lied, angry that I still wanted him even though I knew he was taken. I was baffled and under the influence of my favorite drink. Having him pressed to my barely covered form made all the reasons for hating the man harder to focus on, not when I could practically feel his skin through his clothes.

His jaw clenched in the shadows. "Mira is no longer my wife, Stella."

I frowned, blinking up at him. "But she said..."

"She lied." The words came out a growl, such venomous hate in his voice. "I married the damned woman over six hundred years ago and it has been haunting me ever since. I divorced her after I found her in bed with someone I thought was a close friend. The woman lives to ruin me and everything in my existence."

My troubled mind whirled over his words, the meaning of it sinking in a little more slowly then it should have. "So you're not married?" I whispered, staring up at him with a blooming hope in my chest that I wished wasn't so eager to cling to me.

Lightening flashed, lighting up his features for a moment. A small smile curved a corner of his mouth, his eyes swirling between black and the emerald I came to be rather fond of. With his jet black hair slicked down to his head from the rain, small drops clinging to the sweep of his eyelashes... He was indeed my living dark dream, all wet and utterly masculine.

My arms slackened against his chest and I found myself leaning into him as I waited for his answer. An answer I hoped would lead him straight into my frustrated bed. I wanted this sexy ass vampire. I just needed to hear from his lips that he wasn't taken. Then all this hard muscled masculine body could be mine for the taking.

Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against mine softly. "No, my mortal. I am not married."

Sliding my hands up his slick chest, I weaved my hands further up into his hair and clenched my fists into those wet silky strands. His breath hitched and a small groan breathed against my mouth, his eyes darkening with heat. I said the only thing I could think of at that moment.

"What a fucking relief."

Green eyes widened and he let out a small husky chuckle. "I haven't had the kind of fucking relief I would like to achieve with you, sweet human, but soon I plan to."

Whoosh. My body flushed with heat and my stomached clenched at the sudden lust filled sweaty images running through my mind. I think I muttered something like 'oh yes' before his mouth covered mine, those velvety lips so gentle and sweet that it only seemed to fuel my desire to have this man naked. Those ridged muscles tightening and gliding beneath his skin as he brought me to ecstasy.

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So sorry it took so long to update. Thank you all so much for your patience. Have a lot going on in my life, new place, new relationship, kiddos, all that jazz. So I really hope chapter five was worth the wait for you all. Please oh please leave me a comment on how you liked or disliked this chapter. I love to hear all suggestions and opinions from everyone. Again, thank you all for being with me and having the patience to wait it out. Hope you enjoyed. I promise to have the next chapter up as soon as I possible can. Love you all so much!!!




Dark Dreams Ch. 05



-Desired_Temptation



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Dark Dreams Ch. 07



"Megan I do not trust this 'woman' Joseph hasn't been himself, its not like him to just follow some woman he doesn't even really know," said Amy.

"I know I get the same feeling, Steven is acting strangely too. This woman is up to something and I don't like it. I'm going to talk to Steven later after they've finished discussing whatever it is they're doing," said Megan.

"I don't like it either, Joseph has never kept anything from me but anything to do with this woman and he's closemouthed," said Amy.

***

"Victor, Circe has just made herself into a real threat, the scouts have reported that she's planning a full out assault, one of the men she's taken is a hunter how she managed that I don't know and she's also managed to get control of a panther-shifter," said Richard after he had rushed into the room.

"Damian was most certainly right but we couldn't risk the council's wrath taking her out there are so few Venus left," said Victor.

"I know but she's mad she wants to kill us and take over this Family," said Richard.

"What do you propose we do?" asked Victor.

"Angela told me that there is another force off to the side working against her, he's been trailing her since her first week in exile," said Richard.

"Why don't we just give this 'force' a little help then? Does Angela know where this force is?" asked Victor.

"No she said there is just energy focused towards stoping her. Its not in any solid form but she said that when it gets closer to happening she should be able to find it," said Richard.

"Thanks Richard, I'll alert the guards to keep a sharp look out," said Victor.

"Thank goodness I caught you both," said Angela rushing into the room.

"It wasn't easy but I found the energy source and traced it back to its source and I found that there is in fact two distinct signals one is weaker and almost swallowed by the other but its there. I think we're looking at another psychic, the weak signal however is characteristic of a hunter," said Angela.

"So maybe he doesn't need that extra push seeing as he might already have it," said Victor.

"It seems that way," said Angela.

***

"What did you see?" asked Julius after Karen had come out of her vision.

"I know where she's going next it seems as though I have a great deal more control over these visions now. She's going to the subway I think she might be changing her plans," said Karen.

"How so?" asked Julius.

"The man she's after is a business man," said Karen.

"I think she's going after wealth and position now, to have a successful Family the head must ensure that some of their number can bring in something to ensure they are well looked after it is much harder for vampires to live undetected these days," said Julius.

"That would make sense," said Karen.

"We'll be ready for her this time, I need to show how to use some of these weapons I have Karen, I can't do both things at the same time," said Julius.

"I'll look after the man," said Karen.

"Still I want you to know how to use these things," said Julius holding up a throwing star.

***

"Joseph, I will be going out now to bring back another new member of our family make sure that Cole is comfortable, I'll be back soon," said Circe.

"Of course Circe," said Joseph.

***

"Cole how are feeling?" asked Marcus softly entering the room.

"Like crap, how did you deal with this?" asked Cole with a pained expression on his face.

"It didn't take me as long as everybody else did I already had extra sensitivity, it was just a matter of adjusting. Circe is pure evil, I'm trying to figure out a plan that will be a bigger benefit then just getting rid of her. She wants to take over the largest Family in the country," said Marcus.

"Crap, I wish these vampires would have just kept their messy affairs personal. Well at least we're on the same boat together now," said Cole.

"Do you know if you can still shift?" asked Marcus.

"I don't know all I'm feeling is pain and stiffness right now," said Cole.

Joseph walked in and observed the two of them talking, "Do you need anything Cole?" asked Joseph.

"No thanks, Marcus tells me it will pass soon enough," said Cole.

"Yeah it will it's a bitch for the first 24 hours though," said Joseph.

"Thanks however," said Cole.

"Can I talk to you outside Marcus?" asked Joseph.

"Sure," said Marcus, "I'll be right back,"

"What is it Joseph?" asked Marcus as he stepped outside.

"Circe's gone to pick up another, how many do you think we'll need to succeed with this plan of hers?" asked Joseph.

"That should be enough for it to succeed, it sounds as though that this Victor is a very arrogant vampire to not believe that something powerful enough could threaten him," said Marcus.

"Good, I'm taking Amy out to dinner I'll see you later," said Joseph.

"Ok," said Marcus stepping back inside.

"What is going on Marcus?" asked Cole.

"That plan that Circe has is not going to work she is far too arrogant for her own good, Victor Delgado is a master of deception. One as arrogantly blind as Circe would not see his hidden defences the liquid silver grenades I have would certainly cause some causalities but you need a proper army take him on," said Marcus.

"We need to do something about that then," said Cole.

"Yes we do, it won't be too hard to break Joseph out of her hold. She's just relying on her powers of persuasion way too much another arrogant mistake. Joseph is a lot more strong willed then she thinks," said Marcus. "A new plan is really needed though, nobody attacks a Family compound and survives the vampire's council would pursue them until they're dead, you don't want to mess with those guys," continued Marcus.

"Since I'm stuck here I'll try and think of something Marcus," said Cole.

"That would be great, we need an alternate strategy that would keep the council out of it," said Marcus

***

'What a fool you are Marcus,' thought Circe as she stood outside the compound. 'Think me arrogant when you are the arrogant one,' 

She linked into her connection with Marcus and said into his mind "Let Cole rest and leave the room," 

"I'll let you rest now Cole, you'll need it," said Marcus

"Ok thanks, I'll talk to you later," said Cole as Marcus left the room.

'Now I'll show you who's the arrogant one,' thought Circe viciously as she surged a violent pulse of psychic energy through the link.

Marcus's eyes widened as the pain burned through him, he dropped to the floor with the burning energy ripping through him, he screamed soundlessly as the agony rippled through his body.

"You will obey me! I am your queen! Find a way around Victor's hidden defences before I get back or you'll get more of the same," snarled Circe telepathically.

***

"I wish you could show me what he looks like then we'd have two pairs of eyes looking for him," said Julius as they watched the crowd exiting and entering the train in the crowded subway terminal.

"There he is, in the red tie," said Karen.

"Great I'll keep a look out for Circe she won't be hard to find in this crowd," said Julius.

Karen walked steadily towards Circe's intended target as the streak of shimmering red hair appeared following him. She looked around frantically for Julius as she saw Circe approaching him.

Julius watched the man carefully waiting for Circe to show herself. Then he caught a glimpse of her stalking the man waiting for the right time to pounce. He followed them outside knowing Karen would be close by.

She was so close she could smell his hot blood pulsing in his veins. She knew he would be a nice meal she just had to get him in a less crowded area. She stood still for a moment as he turned around not noticing her. 

Karen spotted Julius closing in on Circe and made her way over keeping her target in sight as he walked up the stairs to leave the terminal.

"Do we have to make contact with him?" asked Karen.

"No, he doesn't have to know he's being followed it's best this way," said Julius.

They exited the subway pursuing Circe as she followed the man towards the street. She caught a distinct scent on the breeze as she stalked her prey, she remembered that spicy masculine scent. The one man that she didn't get she turned and saw Julius' dark frame approaching her. She snarled and raced after the man. She crashed into him scratching him.

"Karen quick! She's getting away!" cried Julius as he charged after her.

The man watched Julius chase after Circe with a stunned expression, he noticed the blood staining his sleeve then, he pushed up the sleeve to reveal a slash across his arm. He muttered something and held the sleeve to his arm and walked off.

Breathlessly Karen caught up to Julius on the other side of the road. "I lost her Karen, she's used her vampire strength to evade me," said Julius.

"Damn, we'll get her next time Julius," said Karen.

"That was a close one," said Julius.

"Yeah, she scratched him however," said Karen.

"Damn that's not good," said Julius.

"How so?" asked Karen.

"She's poisoned him, I know the antidote I carry it around. He won't be able to think clearly, he'll be easily influenced. She'll take him at home because he'll just let her in," said Julius.

"Can all vampires do that?" asked Karen.

"No only the really old Venus can do it, it's a testament to her power," said Julius.

"Great, do you know anybody who can help me focus this power? We have no idea where we can find this man," said Karen.

"No sorry I don't, I just know about psychics, most of them though tend to be insane, dead, vampires or shapeshifters," said Julius.

"Ok that doesn't sound good," said Karen.

"Don't worry I'll keep you safe, you'll only go insane if you ignore your gifts. The shapeshifters are born with it and certain vampires may develop it when they are old enough," said Julius. 

He sighed to himself and thought, 'It's not good she's going to eventually end up dead or a vampire, all psychics end up that way eventually,'



Dark Dreams Ch. 08



'That little psychic is turning out to be more of a threat then I realised, he will be mine. I will make sure of it, I can't fail with two hunters on my side,' thought Circe as she stormed towards her compound.

"My Queen, what happened?" asked Steven as she approached the entrance.

"The little psychic and her hunter stopped me from taking him now but I have his mind I just have to wait for the poison to settle he'll be one of us tomorrow night, I trust that everything is all in order?" asked Circe.

"Yes everything is in order, Joseph brought some food back for Cole," said Steven.

"Good we have more to discuss, this can't wait either. The psychic and her pet hunter need to be taken care of before we move onto our takeover plan," said Circe.

--

"I have some live bait for our hunter, the man I was after is being protected by him so he got away but not before I put in his blood my mark. When the sun falls tomorrow he will be under my control and I will be able to bring him over," said Circe.

"Now his psychic will see what I'm planning, I've removed enough of the shielding for her to see only what I want her to see," continued Circe.

"Sounds good with another hunter we'll be able to kill this Victor no problems," said Marcus.

Circe smiled to herself after reading his mind knowing that he was fully under her control.

"What is going to happen?" asked Joseph.

"I'm going to take our business man tomorrow and most likely tonight his psychic is going to see what happens to him, the hunter will go there and we can take him as well. Two for the price of one," smirked Circe maliciously. 

***

"Did you have any luck finding him?" asked Julius as he Karen let him inside.

"No unfortunately I'm not getting anything," said Karen.

"Maybe nothing is going to happen, I can't find anything on where he lives either," said Julius.

Karen gasped as a vision rocked into her. She walked up to the gates of a luxurious mansion and found the business man opening the gates then the doors of his house to let Circe in. He followed her in a trance like state as she pushed him down and began undressing him. 

"Karen? What did you see?" asked Julius.

"A large mansion with the Venus vamp feeding of the man we were following today," said Karen.

"Do you know where he is?" asked Julius.

"Yes he's in the most expensive street in the city, 27 Wildflower St" said Karen.

"Stay here Karen, keep yourself safe I'll make sure she won't take his life from him," said Julius.

***

Joseph looked around the entrance to their compound hearing the sound of rustling leaves. He turned around to go back inside when a silver tip arrow burned a streak across the air smacking into the stone. He snarled his fangs lengthening as he leapt out into the dark. More rustling and a broken twig alerted Joseph to the presence of the sniper. Before the would be assassin could react Joseph turned and swiped at the vampire slashing his face with a silver dagger he had drawn.

Joseph hissed in pain as the assassin had managed to slash his shoulder with a similar silver plated dagger. As the assassin recovered himself Steven and Marcus burst out and tackled him to the ground.

"Are you alright Joseph?" asked Steven.

Joseph winced and said "I'll be fine, lets just see what this bastard knows, Circe would be pleased with this development we'll know how much they know," 

***

Tied up to a chair with blood seeping down from the slash across his face the assassin struggled against his bonds as Marcus laid his weapons down on the table. "Interrogating vampires is my specialty, my only regret of becoming a vampire is not being able to use the heavy stuff," smirked Marcus

"Try all you want, I won't be telling you anything," said the assassin.

"I thought your people were too honourable to use silver in their weapons, but seeing as you're quite bad and got picked up by a police officer it wouldn't surprise me," taunted Marcus.

The assassin snarled at him as he rocked in the chair trying to get out of the tight bonds. "Now tell me what I want to know, what does your Family know about our plans?" asked Marcus approaching him with a dripping dagger.

--

"Well Marcus seems to be in his element," chuckled Cole as he came out of the bedroom. The screams of pain from the assassin echoing around the halls.

"He certainly does," said Steven, "How are you feeling?" 

"Still stiff but a lot better," said Cole.

"Are you hungry? Joseph and I we were about to go out to feed," said Steven.

"Sure," said Cole.

--

"Are you sure you can go out like that baby? I don't want you hurting yourself more I can bring food back for you," said Amy.

"It's ok, its just a scratch, I'll be fine. Once I feed it will heal faster," said Joseph.

"Ok, I'll be here waiting for you," said Amy.

***

The prisoner moaned in pain as the silver and holy water burned his skin. His energy was drained, not even having the energy to scream. The pain was also starting to drop off as his body became too exhausted to even send and receive the pain messages. 

"Are you ready to confess what you know? I can keep going and going, it's not going to stop until you confess," said Marcus.

He moaned against and croaked "He doesn't know much he's trying to figure out how many people Circe has here," 

"What are his internal defences?" asked Marcus.

"Minimal," croaked the prisoner.

"That is certainly not true, I know that a master as powerful as Victor would have a high level of hidden defences, It looks like you were just cheap bait," said Marcus. "Looks as though I don't have anymore use for you," Marcus picked up the dagger dripping with blood and slashed the assassin's throat, his cries came out as gurgles as the flames of death exploded from his body consuming him.

***

Jeremy sighed as he activated the gates to his mansion, another hard day. His business plans were just not working out lately, it was making him very tired and stressed. He unlocked the door and pushed it open stepping inside he keyed in the security alarm code and put his suit jacket over a chair in his lounge, moving into the kitchen he dug around in his freezer until he heard an enchanting sound in his head. 

'Come to me,' whispered the voice in his head. In a trace he closed the freezer and walked towards the front door. Opening it up Circe stood outside, she smiled at him and asked "Aren't you going to let me in?"

"Of course, come in," said Jeremy entranced.

Julius cursed as he watched Circe move inside the house, he had to move quickly. He quickly scaled the fence and landed in the garden with a thud. 

Quietly Julius cracked the door open and stealthily walked inside. Shutting it he made his way up the stairs to the bedroom with Jeremy on the bed with his shirt open. Circe was taking her time biting his chest sinking her fangs into his hard muscle. Jeremy groaned as the pleasure washed over him. 

Circe stood up and turned around and snarled "I was expecting you," as she lunged for him. Julius just barely managed to evade her as she launched her vicious assault against him. 

Julius pulled out his dagger as she charged him again while Jeremy laid almost immobile on the bed. Circe snarled in fury as Julius slashed her arm, bright scarlet blood pooled and streamed out. 

"You haven't won hunter, I will get you," snarled Circe as she looked for a quick exit. 

As she exited Julius tended to Jeremy. "Drink this and you'll feel a lot better," said Julius handing him a small glass vial.

Jeremy looked cautiously at the vial and then drank it. He groaned as a sharp stab of pain coursed through him. "What the hell is going on?" asked Jeremy.

Julius observed the multiple bleeding bite marks over his chest and knew that Jeremy was now involved as being bitten by a Venus like that was just as good as a death sentence.

"I can't stay and explain things, use this number he'll tell you everything you need to know, I think it would also be best if you left the city for awhile," said Julius.



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