6 comments/ 18638 views/ 10 favorites Haunting Love By: Desperado X Jack walked into the classroom and sat down at one of the battered desks in the back row. He was late as usual, but that didn't matter. He wasn't here to learn. His slate grey eyes scanned the room, watching the other students. He was a predator. At the most basic level, that is what all vampires were. His instincts cried out for blood. More and more blood. The longing for blood was not like hunger, but rather it was something like sexual desire. Indeed, it filled his dreams, day after day. As a vampire grew older, he became less human, and more calculating and cold. Eventually the desire for blood would overwhelm his senses so much that he'd have to go into a torpor for centuries in order to regain his sanity. Jack had been embraced into vampirism in the 10th century. He had been in torpor before, and could not stand the idea of returning to that unending waking sleep. The Beast of the vampire within him grew more savage each day, but he fought it. He held the last strands of humanity in his mind like a drowning man holds on to a life raft. He was somewhere between a man and a savage Beast, fighting the Beast at every step. He took out a simple spiral bound notebook, and sat it on his desk. He reached for a lead pencil from his backpack, and placed it next to the notebook. He already knew who his victim would be. She sat one row in front of him, to the right. She had long dark hair, the color of black coffee, a red camisole, and black jeans that were tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination. He flipped open his notebook to the first page, and wrote on it a simple message: "We should study together. Talk to me after class." He ripped the page from the notebook and folded it. He tapped the girl on the elbow, and she looked back with a surprised expression on her face. He handed her the note, and she grabbed it and turned away quickly. She passed the note back to him, without turning her head. Jack opened it and read it. "No." was all that she had written. He smiled to himself – he liked this one. He clenched and unclenched his fist, thinking for a second about how to respond. Then, with his pencil he scribbled beneath her single word: "This note wasn't for you. It was for the girl sitting in front of you. I'd never study with someone like you." Following the last sentence, he drew a smiley face. Of course, Jack wasn't really interested in the girl in front of her. This was all just a game. He passed the note back to the girl, and she turned to him with a faux-offended expression. He just looked back at her blankly, pretending not to notice her. He sat sprawled at his desk, his feet sticking out in the aisle. He seemed to not have a care in the world. She was going to be his, he was sure. The instructor droned on and on, but Jack's mind was elsewhere. Specifically, his mind was on the girl, whose back and ass he stared at for the entire class. He imagined ripping off her jeans, throwing her over the desk, and fucking her right there in front of the entire class. He dreamt of her naked legs trembling as he pounded his cock inside her over and over again. He fantasized about running his tongue along those long, elegant legs and then pulling her hair back and ramming his teeth into her neck, draining every ounce of blood from her body. He would then throw her aside; his muscles flush with her blood, and proceed to devour every other girl in the class in a similar fashion. His cock stirred inside his jeans, as the fantasy played out in his head. He waited with nervous anticipation for the class to end. Finally, the clock's hands pointed to the final minute of the class. The instructor made a comment to him, "Jack Riley, please be sure to arrive on time to the next class, or I will have to give you a failing grade." It took an immense amount of effort for Jack to suppress a sneer. He replied, "Yes, of course" in a flat, emotionless voice. He glanced at the instructor for the first time. He had been so focused on the other students in the class that he hadn't even noticed the instructor. She was a middle-aged woman, well past her prime, but he could tell that she had been beautiful once. Her blonde hair had begun to turn gray, and she had gained a little weight. However, she had a spark of confidence in her eyes that told of a lifetime of being pursued by men and being hated by other women for her appearance. Jack ran his tongue over his teeth, wondering how she would taste. The coffee-haired girl he had passed the note to stacked her books and stuffed them in to her backpack. She threw the backpack over her shoulder and began to walk out of the room. She paid absolutely no attention to Jack. Jack tossed his notebook in his backpack, and followed her out of the room. He watched her hips roll as she walked. She had the gait of a dancer, alluring and sexy. Just as he was about to walk through the classroom door, the teacher walked in front of him, blocking his exit. He glared at her, making no attempt to mask his anger this time. She stared straight back at him, her blue eyes unflinching. Jack was impressed. Few women had the courage to stand up to him. He had seen a thousand years of battle and death. He had drained hundreds of victims of their precious blood, without regret. He was a merciless hunter of mortals. Now this teacher seemed to think she would be able to scold him and make him come to her stupid little class on time. Unfortunately, no matter how much willpower the woman had, Jack had a distinct advantage. As with most elder vampires, he had the ability to control minds, or at least to implant suggestions in someone's head. His eyes bored into the teacher's own. Slowly, he reached out and stroked her arm. She looked away, suddenly embarrassed. Her face flushed red and she returned to the table at the front of the classroom. Her head hung low and she seemed to be on the verge of tears. The other students were filing out of the classroom, and they looked at Jack with strange, puzzled expressions. He merely shrugged his shoulders, as though he had no idea what had just happened. Pulling his backpack further up his muscular shoulder, he shook his head and walked out of the classroom. He hoped that the pretty girl had not gotten too far ahead of him. Once out of the classroom, Jack was pleased to see that the girl was not far ahead at all. In fact, she was waiting for him in the hallway, running her fingers through her dark hair. He walked towards her, but slow enough that he seemed to be disinterested. Finally, when he was only inches away from her, he stopped, and caught her glance. "Let's study," he said. She tilted her head downward, looking off to the side. "I'm sorry," she said, "my boyfriend is waiting to pick me up after class." For some reason, this turned on Jack more than anything else she had done so far. His eyes traced the thin strap of her top over her shoulder, following it with his eyes to her pert breasts hidden beneath the soft, supple fabric. He imagined her nipples, pushing against it. He was quiet for what felt like a minute, but in reality was probably more like ten seconds. He stepped closer to her, so that they were almost touching. It felt like there was a static charge between them. She made no attempt to step away. Jack said, "You have an interesting accent. Tell me where you are from." "Australia," she said. "I'm a foreign exchange student." "Taking night classes here at the college? Nice." Jack couldn't care less. He hated small talk. "Do you have a lot of polar bears in Australia? I bet it gets cold there." he asked. He knew that there weren't any polar bears in Australia. He was just playing the role of an ignorant American, teasing her. She looked up at him, with her eyebrows raised skeptically. It was a what-the-fuck-are-you-retarded-or-something expression. Her eyes were green, like emeralds. He flashed her a quick smile, and she looked away, grinning. Jack continued, "Well, about our studying. Let's do it now. Your boyfriend can wait a few minutes, can't he?" He started walking away, and she shrugged, following him. Jack really had no idea where he was going. He walked down the hallway, turning his head from side to side, trying to find an empty classroom. He looked like a college student. He was just under six feet tall, thinner than most, but surprisingly muscular. He was clean-shaven, and his wild dark blonde hair fell around his head haphazardly. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt, and black leather boots. If it wasn't for his thin, pale build, one might mistake him as a member of a motorcycle gang, or part of a heavy metal band. However, there was something about him that said there was more to him than just that. He walked with the confidence of someone far beyond his physical age. That was not surprising, considering that he was over a thousand years old. Finally he found an empty classroom. The lights were dim a flickering, and it smelled like musty books, but it would have to do. He pushed the door aside, and waited for the girl to enter. "What is your name, anyway?" he asked her. "Lynn," she said. She sat down, crossing her legs defiantly, as though daring him to approach her. Jack picked up a desk and slid it across the floor so that it was facing her desk. The feet of his desk screeched as he slid it into her desk. He sat down at it, slouched over, so that his knees bumped against her legs. She didn't seem to mind. She opened her backpack, pulling out some books, searching for the English Literature book from their class. Jack read over the titles of the books she pulled out. She took a lot of classes, he could see. From the number and titles of her books, he could tell that she was a gifted student. One book especially caught his eye – Dracula, by Bram Stoker. Jack reached out and took the book. He traced the image of Dracula on the cover with his fingernail. "What class is this for?" he asked nonchalantly. "Oh, that's not for a class," she said with a smile. "I'm just reading it for fun. I find vampires interesting." "So do I," Jack said. His voice was barely audible. He stood up, walking from his desk to stand behind her. He leaned over her as she flipped through the Literature textbook. He leaned over her, and inhaled deeply. Her hair smelled like strawberry hair conditioner. It was sweet, and hauntingly familiar to Jack. It reminded him of another woman he had seduced -- Christina. Of course, Christina was dead now. Jack had sucked her blood dry, killing her. He reached down and massaged Lynn's shoulders with his calloused hands. Lynn seemed to enjoy this. She let out a sigh of pleasure and leaned back her head, resting it on his muscular abdomen, just above his crotch. She took his right hand in hers. Her skin was soft, but not soft like a child's. She had the hands of an experienced lover. He continued massaging her shoulder with his left hand as she played with his right. "What's this?" she asked. She twisted the ring on his middle finger. It was a thick, heavy, with interwoven cords of silver, shaped like serpents. The ring was his most prized possession. He hesitated before answering. "It is a Viking ring, from the 10th century. It was won on the battlefield... by my ancestors." Actually, he had won it himself. He had won it in his final battle, before the vampires had fallen upon him and turned him into one of their kind. "I like it," she whispered. Jack merely grunted and took back his hand, continuing to massage her shoulders. He brushed the right strap of her top aside – she wasn't wearing a bra – and slipped it off her shoulder. He slid his hand across her pale skin, gently, barely touching her. The strap slipped down further, revealing most of her right breast. Her breast was supple, delicate, and he longed to touch it. But not yet. He slid his right hand along the top of her chest, palm down, as though he were going to reach under her other breast and stroke it. However, he stopped halfway down, grabbing her necklace between his fingers, and sliding his hand back up until he touched her throat. "Now it's my turn," he said. "What's this?" he asked, as he stroked her neck with his thumb, while holding her necklace between his fingers. "It's just something my boyfriend bought me. He's so nice to me." Jack fingered the necklace in his hand. There was a single silver pendant shaped like a teardrop hanging from it. How melodramatic, he thought. He said nothing, and unclasped the necklace from Lynn's neck. She looked up at him with a confused and slightly angry expression. Her hair fell across her breast. He pulled the silver teardrop off the necklace, and tossed it in her backpack. He set the necklace chain on the top of her desk. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. Jack said, "Don't worry, girl, you can put it back on when he comes back." She shook her head, but still said nothing. Perhaps she was just in shock by how brazen he was. Jack took her parted lips as an invitation, and he knelt down and kissed her. At first she did not respond, but as their lips touched again and again, she melted in his arms. He did have ten centuries of practice at this, after all. By now, her shoulder strap had completely fallen off, and her right breast was completely visible. Her bare nipple was exposed to the cool air conditioned environment of the classroom. Jack spun Lynn around so that she faced him, and the desk was no longer blocking access to her body. Jack knelt down further, and she slid towards him so that her legs were wrapped around his body and his face was next to her breast. He wrapped his arms around her waist, reaching under her camisole. Her skin was cool and smooth. He took her nipple in his mouth, and sucked on it like an infant would. It seemed a strange thing to do, but he knew that women loved it. He had been able to make women orgasm before, just by suckling on their nipples. Lynn seemed to be no exception, and she let out an involuntary moan. He pulled away to catch his breath, and she looked at him with hungry puppy dog eyes. "The other one, please," she begged. She slipped the other strap off her shoulder, revealing her left breast. Jack leaned forward again and began sucking the left breast. His hands reached midway up her back, which was now bare. She squeezed his torso between her legs as he suckled her. Finally, he lifted his head and kissed her on the lips again. She rammed her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue a little and then pushed her back against the desktop. "You're acting like the wench I knew you were from the first time I saw you," Jack said. She rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Jack picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, and she giggled with delight. He took her to the front of the room and sat her on the edge of the teacher's desk. He accidentally knocked over a cup of pencils, which scattered across the floor. Oh well. Someone else could pick those up. He stepped back and looked her over. Lynn was much shorter than he was, perhaps only a couple inches above five feet. He guessed that she was about 18 or 19, only a few years younger than his own physical age. She wrestled with her shirt, throwing it on the floor. Now she was naked from the waist up. She smiled at him. It was a soft, sweet, wanting grin. She rolled back her shoulders to make her breasts appear larger. She then started to unbutton her jeans. "Wait, let me do that..." Jack said. She stopped and laughed. There was something very sexy about this girl. With anyone else, he would have drained their blood and left them lying dead by now. However, Lynn made Jack feel different. There was something about her that set her apart from every other woman he'd known in his thousand years as a vampire. Maybe it was her smile, her slight bit of nerdiness, or the little edge of darkness which she seemed to carry with her. Or maybe it was just the way her ass moved when she walked. Whatever it was, Jack was in love with her. He walked up to her, and proceeded to unbutton her pants. She kicked off her boots and he pulled off her black jeans. She responded in kind by rubbing his cock whilst sliding his jeans off his waist. He was already as stiff as a steel rod, and she seemed to take that as a compliment. Jack pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his bare chest. He was in good shape, but more in the way of an athlete than a professional body builder. His muscles were pronounced on his body, but not grotesquely so. Lynn ran her hand down the center of his chest, trailing a few fingers past his bellybutton and grasped his cock through his boxer shorts. "Mmmmm..." he groaned, as she pulled his cock out and kissed it with her lips. She ran her hands along it a few more times, and looked up at him with questioning green eyes. "Yes -- do it," Jack said. He almost exploded as she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around his throbbing manhood. "You bitch... I can tell you've done this before," he said, grunting with pleasure. Suddenly, there was a knock on the classroom door. "Shit!" Jack whispered, and his dick started to soften. Lynn jumped up. Her eyes were wide and she trembled nervously. She scrambled for her clothes. "Hello?" called the voice at the door. Jack recognized it. It was their Literature professor. Lynn spoke a little too loudly, "Yes... we're just studying in here. We'll be out in a moment." Her voice quavered. It sounded obvious that she was doing a lot more than studying. Jack was getting angry that the teacher was interfering with him and Lynn. He paced back and forth a few times. He wanted Lynn now. He had no patience for this shit. Screw this, Jack thought. He grabbed Lynn by the neck and threw her against the blackboard. She writhed in panic and confusion. He pressed his index finger against her lips and said, "Shhh!" His dick was rock hard again and he pressed it against her panties, almost tearing the thin fabric. She was wet from earlier, but cold. She wasn't in ecstasy anymore – that much was obvious. Jack nipped at her neck, preparing to draw blood. He prepared to extend his vampiric fangs. He felt feverish with blood lust. He just wanted to have the girl now. There was a knock on the door again, this time louder. Jack swore, "Fucking bitch!" He actually meant that comment to be for the professor at the door, but it caused Lynn to burst out into sobs. He released her and she crumpled to the floor, crying. Jack looked around, confused and suddenly exhausted. He looked to Lynn, who glanced up at him with a tear-streaked face. He said, "I'm sorry." He pulled off his Viking ring, and handed it to her. "I didn't mean for it to happen this way. I'm truly sorry." He knelt down and wrapped his arms around her. She stopped trembling and began sniffling. He wrapped her fingers around his ring, forcing her to hold it in her fist. He felt sorry for her and knew he couldn't bite her now. Not knowing what else to do, Jack pulled his pants and shirt back on. He started towards the door, but decided against it. Lynn would be expelled from school if the school authorities found out what they'd been up to. He turned around and walked towards the window. Fortunately, they were on the ground floor. When he reached the window, he slid it open. Luckily, it was not locked. He turned around, looking back at Lynn. She was struggling to get her clothes back on, but at least she wasn't crying anymore. Jack spoke three words to her: "I love you." He didn't wait for a reply. He turned and slipped out through the window into the night. Once outside, he tried to get back in control of himself. What the hell was he thinking! He should have just fed off her and been done with it, but now he was in love with her. A total stranger! He tried to keep his mind on other things, but images of Lynn kept returning to his consciousness. Haunting Love Storm clouds loomed and a mother desperately tried to get to the hospital. Contractions had started and she was worried. She didn't know why but she could feel that something wasn't right. The wipers moving across her vision, clearing the rain only for a moment. The contraction hit her like a semi. She took her foot off the gas and tried to breathe through the pain. Her body bearing down on her son. She knew it was only a matter of time before she couldn't drive. Wiping her brow, she places her foot back on the accelerator. A streak of lighting strikes off just to the side of her vehicle. She turns the wheel away from the strike, a post exploding under its power. But it's too late. The power line comes down across her car, her screams deafening in her ears. A passerby called 9-1-1 in hopes that whoever lay trapped in the vehicle would be ok. He knew better than to mess with electricity. By the time emergency crews had arrived and shut off the power it was too late. The mother and child had died. **** Years later a small girl was growing up, and growing up hard. Her dad was abusive and her mom tried to protect the children. But she didn't always succeed. Too many times bruises had to be explained away; too many times she went to bed with tears silently falling. Her hope that men out there could ever love her faded daily. Day after day she walked on eggshells. She learned at a very young age not to mess with her dad, and whatever she did, not to provoke him to anger. Though she was still too young to go to school she longed to be away from the house. She remembered one vivid morning looking at her bed and thinking 'I've done this already, why do I have to go through this again?' Even being only 4 years old Sara knew that she had never bargained for this. How did she end up with this raw deal? Could she make it through? She crawled into a corner and cried. And that's when she first felt him. His arms held her tight, warming her to her very soul. She couldn't see him, but she feels him, and most of all his unconditional love for her. Sara awakened the next morning with a blanket atop her. "Honey? You ok? Why are you sleeping on the floor?" Her mom asked as she pressed her wrist to her forehead feeling for a temperature. Sara only shrugged and put the blanket back on her bed. "I'm ok." Sara said sadly to her mom. Her mom never understood her child's moods and kissed her forehead lightly. With a deep sigh she left the room and started getting breakfast ready. She always worried about Sara. Sara seemed distant from the kids her age and always reminded her mom of an adult trapped in a child's body. Sara's mother was saddened by this, but did all she could to give her a childhood in the turmoil they were forced to live in. But to Sara, there was a man. The more Sara thought about it, the more she knew. He had dark hair and very light eyes. He had always been about 34 years old. In all her dreams he had never aged. She can't remember a time when he wasn't there. The nights that her father had beaten her and she would sleep under her bed, she could feel the love and protection of him as his arms held her tight. He would whisper things in her ears that she would soon forget. But in her heart she always felt peace when he had her. Her teenage years took a toll on Sara. Her family having little money, her father drinking what little money they had away. She worked whatever job would accept her. Sara never complained. Every morning she got up and went to school, doing as much of her homework at school as she could, then after school went straight to work at a local retail store. During her few breaks she would work on any unfinished homework and then return to her job. She did all she could to help her mom pay the mounting bills, but it was never enough. Sara tried to have boyfriends and it never seemed worked out. Most of them could not understand why she worked so much and others mainly wanted sex. Her dating became few and far between, but as the years passed and he never left her. She grew up fast, many heartaches and pains. Yet he was always there comforting her, talking soothingly to her, whispering things will be ok. It was during her later teenage years she started feeling things for this guy. She wanted to kiss him and hold him like lovers do. She went to bed dreaming of him, wanting to hold him. He was there waiting for her. But this time when he held her, she leaned up trying to kiss him. "No." He whispered softly to her, his finger resting gently on her lips. "But I am 17, almost a legal adult, and I have seen more in this life than someone of my age should. Why not?" "Its not time." And with that his form faded from her leaving her to feel empty. For the next few years she would try and call him to her in her dreams. Longing just for those arms to hold her. Heartbreak after heartbreak she endured her life, his image fading from her mind. She couldn't help but to cry thinking she had forever lost the one that loved her through everything. Her 21st birthday came and went and the man of her dreams seemed so far away. Sometimes she thought that she could feel him watching her, but she played it off as a child's dream. Passed him off as her security blanket in growing up in such a harsh world. Sara did her best to survive in this cold hard world. Giving time to heal and then to try and date again. She struggled within herself and her world to do something with what was left of her life. Yet men still could not please her. They always found ways to hurt her. She sometimes felt as if Fate was dealing her a cruel blow for something she must have done in a former lifetime. Far from her family, far from her old childhood friends she began a life. Life without all the painful memories of where she had been. At the age of 27 she was now very unhappy with how life had dealt cards to her she became deeply depressed. Sara stripped from her clothes and went to bed. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she cried herself to sleep. Peace swept over her as she plunged into a deep sleep. Her mind took her to the forest, the sun was bright overhead and she was looking for someone. They had to be here somewhere. The birds chirped on as if encouraging her forward, a mist coming through a few of the trees ahead, beckoning her, whispering her forward. Her footsteps slowed as she tiptoes forward. Still unsure of whom she is looking for. Her hand goes out and moves away a branch, the water echoing in her ears as she hears the waterfall in the background... There he is. His back is to her and he is standing under the waterfall, the water cascading down his strong form. She kneels in the brush and watches him. She can feel her own breath taken away, as his hands move through his dark hair smoothing it back, his muscular back shimmering in the sun. She can't help but to sigh. She begins to fight those feelings of desire for him, the longing coursing through her body. She so desperately needed him in her life, even if she could never truly have him. She could feel her own nipples harden against the cool breeze, her body tingling with anticipation of his touch. But she would not drive him away. She would wait for these feelings to subside before approaching him. So she contented herself to watch. The heat of the day begins to get to her and she wishes to join him in the cool water. She can almost feel the coolness across her tender flesh. How her body responds to water, aching in desire, aching in the heat. She does her best to wait out her own body, but this was only getting worse. Besides she wasn't that little girl any more, she was a woman. Pushing up from where she was kneeling a twig breaks. He turns around seeing her, a huge smile on his face. Her heart races and she awakes from her dream. "Damn it!" she groans to herself as she sees that she is back in bed, "I haven't seen him in forever and the minute I do, poof he is fucking gone. Jeesh." She looks at the clock and notices her alarm will go off in 2 minutes. She picks it up the alarm and tosses it across the room. With a growl she heads to the shower for another boring day at work. Her body still screaming with desire as she thinks of taking a nice long cold shower. Maybe that would cool the fire that burns so deeply inside her. She makes her way through the day in a daze. Her mind constantly going back to seeing him. How long has it been? Would she see him again tonight? Was he smiling because he saw her? How can this dream man tug at her heart so much? Question after question went through her mind. Before she knew it she was on her way back home. She entered her small apartment and stripped as soon as she walked in the door. Her blinds were always closed and she kept the doors locked. She made her way back to her room and turned on her computer. It was Friday and nothing to do but see who was hanging out online. As usual everyone had a life but her, so the only thing she came across was the assholes that always wanted to cyber you and asked if you had a cam. Wouldn't they have a fit if they knew she was naked, if they only knew that she preferred being that way? A small smile crossed her soft lips as she browsed the chat rooms. Finally deciding to go and read a few stories that had posted. She lost herself in the Internet and when she finally blinked back to reality it was approaching midnight. "ugh." She said as she pushed back from the computer, "this is too boring." She heads into the kitchen to fix a small sandwich and a drink. Leaning against the cool counter her eyes closed she can almost feel his eyes upon her, admiring her. she can almost feel his body pressed against her back, his breathe warm on her neck. She turns around quickly seeing no one. With a soft sigh she takes her food and stretches out on the couch her food and drink placed on the coffee table. Picking up the remote she skims through the channels. Wouldn't you know it all these channels and nothing really catching her interest? She finishes her food as she still scans through the channels. Then finding a movie on one of the many movie channels she decides she can watch this one again for the thousandth time. Before she knows it she is sound asleep. The wee hours of the morning had crept up on her and she gave in to it. Her dreams take her back through that forest, to just before the spot she was discovered. Again she slowly peeks through the bushes hoping beyond hope that he is still there, just as she left him. To her despair she discovers an empty waterfall. The sun still high in the sky as she looks around for him, her heart racing, longing to see him. She steps from the tree line out into the open sun. The rays caressing her naked body, her sexual frustration returning to her as if it never ceased. With a final look around she steps towards the water. "What the hell." with that she steps in feeling the cool water begin to surge to her core. Then with a spring in her step she dives in. the cold water bathing her deeply, she swims out to the middle of the lake. She comes up gasping for air. Then with a smile she takes another deep breath and goes under. Her eyes closed tightly as she lets her mind think of nothing but how she floats in the water. Wishing she could breathe under water as she comes back up only to slip back under. She forgets the troubles of her life, of her day, of her sexual frustration as she swims under the water. The water washing everything away from her, freeing her to enjoy the forest and water around her. Coming to surface she swims to the base of the waterfall. As she gets closer she feels a ledge of rocks under her feet allowing her to stand. Her nude form steps under the torrent of water and she can't help but to laugh. Her arms held out to the sides as she plays in the water. Joy, pure joy, she hasn't felt that in so long. She turns slowly in the waterfall her eyes closed tightly consumed by the moment. Her body abruptly stopping. Her eyes fly open as something captures her. She sees him smiling down on her, love gleaming in his eyes. Her defenses melt. She buries her head in his chest and just cries. All her life, he was the one, the one with the love and strength that helped her through. She was so afraid of losing him, so overjoyed at seeing him. His arms circle her small body, pulling her closer, his warmth spreading over her delicate skin. She soon becomes aware that he too is naked. His slick skin pressed to hers, his manhood pressing against her stomach. She dares to sneak a small kiss over his heart. Her eyes still closed tightly praying this dream never ends. He leans down kissing the top of her head, his finger sliding down the side of her cheek coming to rest on her chin, tilting it up towards him. His lips meet hers, tenderly pressed together she moans softly. His tongue lightly exploring her soft lips, she opens to accept him. Their tongues slow and methodical discovering each other like they have an eternity. Her heart beats loudly in her head, as she tastes him, his warm wet sweetness consuming her. His mouth not only claiming hers, but her very soul. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Shit!!!" she bolts straight out of the dream. Looking around she cries out in anguish. "Noooooo!!!" then throwing the cell phone across the room she collapses back on the couch sobbing. She can't believe after all this time she finally got her kiss and Fate yanked her hardcore from her dream, her love, her soul mate. She plays that back over in her head, 'soul mate', yes, how could he be anything but that. Now she began to wonder. Was he real? Is he only a dream of what she can never have? Or is he someone she still conjures up to use to measure her now all ex-boyfriends? She got up pacing around the living room, her mind too chaotic to rest. She looks at the clock seeing she only had a few hours of sleep. She clicks off the TV and heads back to her bedroom. She has got to try and get some kind of sleep. Once in her room her still naked form slides under the cool satin sheets. Her warm body wiggling around enjoying the cool caress. She moans softly her body beyond frustrated as her hands begin to wander her body. Gently touching and exploring herself, then with a groan she stops. She just can't bring herself to play alone. For the rest of the weekend she has trouble finding sleep, and Monday comes way too soon. He is always there, a gentle touch in the back of her mind, whispering words of love, words that she can't quite hold onto as soon as they leave his lips. She is now 32 years old and feels like her life is going nowhere. She makes her way to the office every weekday, tending her grownup duties. Yet in her mind a fantasy continues to play out. A man in all his strength and splendor comes and sweeps her off her feet and into a life of love. Yet she knows better. This is real life. Fantasies are for children. It has been a month since her dream man kissed her. She has not seen him since. She had tried to concentrate on seeing him, and she had tried just to let her sleep take over. Yet she was still unable to get him to return. He was the only light in her now darkened life. Her family was thousands of miles away and hadn't called her in years, she had no boyfriend, even if she wanted one she could never seem to keep them, and she had no social life. Her life was depressing and she did her best not to let others see. BEEP. BEEP. "Yeah, yeah, fuck you too." She said more to herself than the impatient driver behind her. Things were becoming harder and harder in her life to focus. Work was easy, same old same old. But she would be sitting down watching TV and as soon as a commercial came on she would have already forgotten why she was on that channel and what she was watching. Even in driving she was distracted. Already today she had almost been t-boned and rear-ended. Weeks and months blended together and time felt like someone pressed the fast forward button on her life. Summer had turned to fall and her dream man had not returned. At least now she had something to do on the weekends. She had since found a horse stable to go and ride. Her Internet and TV time just couldn't keep her. She had to do something, anything. So every weekend she made her usual trek, heading out of the bustling city, to nice countryside. The nice clean air refreshing her soul, memories of better times in her childhood. The times where she could escape into her own fantasy world, one where he had always been. She sighed softly as she turned down the long gravel road that led to the stables. Her heart pounding wildly as her mind registered the upcoming freedom. She finally pulls into a parking spot and turns her car off. She sits there for a few minutes, her head back in the seat, her eyes closed, just listening to the sounds of the country. A slight breeze made its way through her open window, catching her long auburn hair. She sighed contentedly, her body not really wanting to move. "Ah-hem" came a male voice from her side window; her eyes flew open and looked to where the sound came from. Yet when she looked at her window no one was there. "Interesting" she whispers to her car. Reaching to the back seat she tugs her bag forward. Then slides out of her car, bag in tow. Looking around she enters the large barn. She can hear the other horses and hear a few voices talking softly. She still had two hours before the barn would be busy with horses and their owners, so she headed towards the back of the barn to the changing area provided for everyone. She finds herself in the dressing room, a large mirror facing her. She smiles thinking of how many of the riders stood here making sure their clothes were perfect before going in front of the judges. She had ridden competitively as a child, but now she was only here to relax. She drops her bag beside her and studies herself in the mirror. Her long auburn hair is wind blown and crazy, her emerald eyes peeking out from the strands beneath, her work suit making her look so out of place. With a deep sigh she closes her eyes and takes in the smell. She can smell the hay from the loft next to the changing room; she can smell the scent of the horses. Her eyes still closed her fingers find their way to the buttons of her shirt. She can almost feel him behind her, his arms slipping lovingly around her, slowly undoing her work shirt buttons. One by one the buttons are unfastened revealing more of her tender flesh beneath, her breath being drawn from her as she can feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, his fingers trailing down her arms as she slips out of her shirt. She can feel his strong hands slowly begin to unfasten her pants, his chest pressed against her back, as the pants fall to her ankles. She stands there in only her underclothes; her eyes firmly closed enjoying his caress. His hands rest on her hips for a moment before trailing down her thighs. She moans softly under his touch, wanting so much more from him. "Please" she barely whispers, as his hands respond by wrapping her in a hug. After holding her for a moment his hands trail across her chest, her nipples pressing against the fabric of her bra longing to be released into his mouth. His hands trail lower, across the soft skin of her belly, the heat from her core begging him to touch her, to take her, she can feel his fingertips tracing the edge of her panties and she inhales deeply waiting for him to push further. Knock. Knock. Comes from the door. Her eyes fly open and she sees only her reflection in the mirror. With a sad sigh she responds. "Some one is in here, I am almost done." Knock. Knock. She waits for them to answer but no one does. Did she imagine someone at the door? Is this place haunted? Shaking her head she steps out of her pants that are still at her ankles and opens the door slightly peering out. No one is there. She closes and locks the door again and pulls a pair of baggy jeans from her bag and comfortable shirt. Slipping them on she gets her riding boots on and places them on her feet. Haunting Love She picks up her discarded work clothes and the heels she once stood in and tosses them in her bag and zips it up. She hangs the bag on a nail in the changing room and heads out. She makes her way to the tack room and finds all her gear for her horse. Pulling the blanket from the pile she drapes the blanket on her shoulder. Then grabbing the bit and reins, she places that too on her shoulder. Now all she needs is her horse. She hums softly to herself as she heads out of the barn and to the field. The field is vast, yet her horse is there at the gate waiting for her, knowing it is that time again. The horse nuzzles her as she climbs over the gate. "Whoa boy, don't knock me over before I can get in. how's my boy doing?" she coos to him as she strokes down his long neck. The horse presses into her nudging her to get moving. "Ok, ok. I thought this was more for me than you old boy." She takes the bit and offers it to the horse's mouth, and he eagerly takes it. Securing the bit to his head, she pulls the reigns to his shoulders. Then placing the blanket on his back she tugs the horse more to the gate. "Come on boy, you know your to tall for me." with that she climbs back on the gate and then to his back. The horse more prances than walks knowing that soon they will be running. "So how's my big boy? They treating you good? I think they feed you too much and exercise you too little. Wanna run?" the horse responds with a gallop as they take off across the open field heading away from the barn and all the chaos of life. The horse gallops towards one of the backfields, both horse and rider feeling like one spirit soaring above the earth. Hearts beating wildly in their chest as reality melts from them. Her long auburn hair flowing wildly behind her, she tilts her head back and closes her eyes trusting the horse completely. She rides like this for a few minutes then looks around. She slows him to a walk as they approach the pond. With a smirk she takes the horse to the edge of the water, allowing the horse to drink. Once the horse had his fill she had a crazy thought. "Well boy, ya wanna go for a swim?" to her surprise his head came up and he took her out into the pond. She giggled as the water came up to her waist; now glad she had the blanket. The horse went out deeper until the flow of the water pushed her from his back. "Hey! You did that on purpose! Silly horse." But she wasn't really complaining. Sara swam in the water around the horse, making sure not to spook him. Both rider and horse enjoyed the late day swim. She eventually went back to the horse and climbed on his back regaining control of the reigns. "Come on boy. Out of the water." She nudges him toward the shoreline. He seems to reluctantly head out of the water. "OW! Stupid snake." she cries out and pulls a snake from her calf and throws it. "That fucking hurt." She pushed the horse to move faster and out of the water. This time he moves. The venom of the bite slowly seeping into her system, the pain beginning to increase, she tugs the horse towards the direction of the barn. "Lets go boy, my leg is killing me." the horse senses something wrong with his rider and hurriedly heads back to the barn. The pain growing more intense as they go, her world now filled with dots. "Come on boy" she says weakly, then slumps forward on him. The horse sensing his beloved rider fading trots back to the barn. Once to the gate he makes a lot of noise, whinnying, pawing the ground, everything he can to get someone's attention and not drop his rider. Finally someone comes out to check on all the noise, the owner of the barn looks at the horse then the rider. "Oh my god! Someone help! Call 911!" the girl screams as she runs to check on the rider. The rider is barely breathing as she is pulled from the horse. The owner, Michael, sprints from the barn and takes control of the situation. He begins to peel away Sara's wet clothes looking for what might have happened. He pushes her pants leg down and sees the puncture marks and knows that time is of the essence. There are a few people standing around watching Michael trying to save Sara. Michael looks up at the gathering crowd. One of the boy's states that an ambulance is on the way. "You, get the snake bite kit. You, take care of this horse. You, go get me a blanket for her. Move!" the three people scattered doing as instructed. The boy that called the ambulance went for the snakebite kit and returned it to the Michael. Quickly the Michael began. Time seemed to crawl and he said a silent prayer. Chaos swirled around those at the barn. But the rider wasn't there. She did not feel the pain; she didn't know all that was going on. **** "Sara." His voice was soft and soothing. Sara was lying on the ground and blinked her eyes open. There he was, her dream man standing before her, his hand outstretched to her. "Sarah." He whispered again. She blinked up to him again, his dark silhouette before her, a bright light behind him. She blinked again trying to see him as she reached for his hand. He pulled up her lightly to her feet, straight into his arms. The warmth of his body surrounding her, his loving pouring over her. She buried her head in his chest and cried, she was so afraid this wasn't real and again he would be taken from her by another interruption. Through her tears she began to whisper. "Please don't leave me. Please." She begged him. She could feel him smile. Something about this was different from all the other times. Then she realized he had talked to her. Her eyes opened and she looked up to him. He smiled down on her then claimed her lips with his. Her lips parted allowing his tongue to explore hers. She moaned softly into the kiss as she felt desire course through her body. The warm invasion of his tongue made her weak in the knees. He continued to kiss her as he lowered her back to the ground. His hand brushing her hair back from her cheek as they finished kissing. "Well hello my love." He says as he breaks from the kiss. "Hello." She says breathlessly. He chuckles softly still holding her firmly in his arms. His hand tracing down her cheek and throat, resting lightly on her shoulder. His crystal blue eyes gazing into her emerald eyes. He gives her a few moments to catch her breath. He can see all the questions in her mind. "It's ok. I am here now." When she looked back up to him she could see the tears in his eyes. She groaned, her own heart breaking seeing his tears and buried her head in his chest, pulling her body even closer to his. He laid back on the ground propping up on one elbow, holding her tightly to him with his other arm. "It has been too long my love... way too long." "Your really real?" she looked up to him confused. Again he chuckled hugging her tight. "We have always been real." "Then, why were you only in my dreams?" she asked. "Simple my love. You were born. I died before I was born. We have been doing this for centuries. You and I return to physical form, searching for each other, and then live until we are again called. But this time, Fate dealt a raw hand. She took me before I had a chance. So I wanted you my love, I wanted you to know you were never alone. I stayed with you the only way I knew how. I have been waiting for you." **** Sarah didn't quite understand the conversation she was having. But, Michael, the owner of the barn, now broke into tears as the ambulance pulled away with her. He had always cared for Sara, watching her from a distance, hoping for one day to express his love for her. yet now it seemed too late for him. Why had he waited so long to do anything? The EMT's didn't think she would make it to the hospital. They worked on her feverishly, her heart slowing. But somehow they managed to keep her alive and gave her over to the doctors at the hospital. Meanwhile the Michael began the daunting task of calling Sarah's family, letting them know what was going on. Her family panicked and many of them made plans to fly out immediately. He placed the phone down on the receiver, his heart heavy as he called in his brother to come tend to the barn so he can go to the hospital. Finally after long hours, the doctors had stabilized Sarah. She was in a coma and the nurses watched over her, still not sure if she would make it through the next few days. Michael stays by her side, leaving only when her family arrived. Yet he lingered, constantly watching over her as he waited for her to come out of the coma. **** "We have been doing this for centuries?" she asked more herself then him. "Yes my love." "Then why is it I can't remember?" "Because you are still connected to your physical body, and in being connected you are limited to your physical knowledge." She nodded numbly listening to him. The after a few minutes she asked the obvious question. "What is your name? And why can I not remember it?" "That's easy." He chuckled. "But lets see if you can figure it out. Think of the name of most of your boyfriends. Those that you thought you loved. What is the common name?" she blushed realizing that he had been there watching her as she was with other guys. And then it dawned on her. "Michael!" she threw her arms suddenly around his neck kissing him deeply. Her heart singing as he kissed her passionately back. Slowly things became clearer in her head, knowledge that was long forgotten now skating on the edge of her memory. **** Sirens were going off, the nurses were running. They were loosing her. Crash carts were brought in and they fought to keep her heart going. The doctor came in and helped the nurses. After 20 minutes of fighting to keep her, the doctor wiped the sweat from his brow. "Welcome back Sara. Now please stay with us." He whispered in her ear. Michael, the owner of the barn, standing silently in the corner praying that she would be ok. He sits down with a thud in the chair, burying his face in his hands now determined that if Sara makes it through this, he would reveal his love for her. **** Sarah blinked on the brink of knowledge. A whisper coming from somewhere, she couldn't quite catch it. With a sigh she relaxed in Michaels arms. Her soul mate, her love. She wanted to remain here for eternity. Finally feeling the love she knew she deserved and so badly desired. She leaned up kissing his neck, her tongue teasing across his hot flesh. Her hands finding their way to his shirt buttons she slowly undoes his shirt, her hand resting on his chest just over his heart. "I love you." She whispers as she begins placing kisses down his chest. Her soft lips pressing to him, calling to his soul. He groans in pleasure under his kisses. His hand brushing lightly through her hair as she begins to undo his pants. "Sshhh, my love, you do not have to do that." He stammers out to her. "I know. But I want to. I want you." She undoes his pants and slides them down his hips and down his strong legs. She purrss as she tosses the pants to the side and begins to kiss up his inner thigh, her chest trailing along his leg. He moans under his touch stretching out to enjoy her. Her long slender fingers raking up his inner thigh sending electricity through him. She carefully takes his hardening member into her hands, kissing the tip lightly. Her tongue flicking on the edge of him, he moans wanting her to take him. Yet her tongue traces along his member, memorizing him, tasting him. Fully hard she takes him into her soft warm mouth. She moans causing tremors of ecstasy to course through him. "My love..." he says hoarsely. She takes him deeper in her mouth, stroke after stroke taking him deeper and deeper. She can feel her own desire burning for him as her tongue laps around his member. With a quick tug he pulls her form him and rolls on top of her. His leans down kissing her deeply, he can taste himself mixed with her. His hands begin to explore her body, removing the clothes from her body. She wiggles and moans under him. Her desire growing strong as he peels all her clothes off. He pauses just looking at her exposed body, drinking in her beauty. With a deep sigh of lust his hands travel over her exposed body, pulling her closer to him. His mouth finds her hidden treasure. He claims it fully with his mouth. His tongue tracing the soft folds as she wiggles under him, her juice just as sweet as ever as he tastes her, devours her. His teeth lightly scrape across the bud and she cries out, her body reaching for him, aching so deeply for him. "Please, please Michael." She begs to him with tears flowing down her cheeks. He begins to kiss up her body taking her hardened nipple in his mouth. Lingering there, tasting her. His manhood pressing at her entrance. She moans, her body arching to him, pleading desperately to feel him inside of her. He pushes his own throbbing manhood in her, the tightness surrounding him, the fit perfect. Her arms wrap around him pulling his chest to hers. Both lightly kissing each other's neck as his slow strokes take her. Their breathing growing heavy and labored. He can feel her tightening around him, begging for his body. Slow steady strokes taking her to the edge, keeping her there, she closes her eyes tightly lost in him. She feels like she's floating, her heart racing, their bodies covered in sweat. "I love you." He whispers in her ear. With that an orgasm explodes through her body, gripping him tightly pushing him to cum with her. She cries through the orgasm, his arms wrapped tightly around her, his member still in her, she hears a scream. The nurses are running again, she is crashing and crashing hard. The doctors are called and there is a massive amount of activity. The medical staff desperately wanting to save her... She comes down from her orgasm, yet she feels herself slipping. She can't see. "Michael." She says becoming panicked. "Michael, I can't see you. Michael please, where are you." "Shhh, my love. I am here." His arms still around her but she feels him fading. "It is time Sarah." "Time for what Michael? I can't see. Help me." Panic rising quickly as she doesn't want to loose him yet again. "Time for you to decide." "Decide what?" she begins crying. "Where you want to go my love. Whether you come home with me, or return to your physical form. It is your decision." Memories of her life flood her, her family, their tears, then memories of her love for Michael, centuries passing. Crying she decides...