15 comments/ 7428 views/ 14 favorites The Vampire's Dancer Ch. 01 By: TheRavenRose Authors Note: This is the first part of my first story so please excuse any awkward places or mistakes. This is set in England where I'm from, so some places may not be familiar. I hope you enjoy and I would really appreciate any feedback. This is a romance between a vampire and a human; hopefully the story will progress well. If you're looking for a quick fix, this probably isn't for you. ***** Lierah Nicholas looked herself over in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door of their cramped bathroom. She studied herself carefully, from her long deep auburn hair to her high heeled black boots. "Lierah! Hurry up, I wanna get outta here!" shouted her impatient roommate Charlotte. She sighed and swiftly opened the door. Her stubborn friend stared at her with hands on hips and eyebrows raised, a pout settling on her ruby lips. She wore a black boosteeyay and a red skirt pulled high to accommodate it, this paired with six inch stilettos. She smiled at her friend, hugging her shoulders lightly. "Happy?" She asked innocently. "Humph" She stated, dropping her hands. She couldn't stay mad for long, not with Lierah's teasing nature. "Let's go." Lierah said cheerfully and linked arms with Charlotte. Before long they had reached the place where they ended up most Friday nights, Pulse. Pulse was always packed with people, so packed that you can't go anywhere without brushing at least 5 people. As usual Benny, the doorman, let them straight in. They were carried along the never ending flow of people and hopped off at the dance floor. This is wear Penny loved the most, she loved the way her body swayed, twirled and twisted any w\y she wanted it too. She could lose herself in the beat and carried away by the rhythm. She felt strong hands on her hips guiding her towards her stranger dance partner. She went with it, raising her arms over her head and around his neck. Pressed up against him, she felt the planes of his chest and the flat of his stomach. His biceps encircled her, his hands pressed flat against her stomach. He ground against her and his head dipped to nibble on her neck. This awoke her from her dance induced daze. Especially when a low groan broke out from him and his nibbles turned to rough bites. She wiggled, trying to break free of him but his hold was too firm. His one hand slid down her stomach to the zipper of her jeans while the other glided under her halter top, dangerously close to her breasts. She stamped on his foot as hard as she could, this surprised him and she whipped around and gave him a harsh slap across the face, leaving long angry red marks down his cheek. She twirled on her heel but before she could make it more than 3 steps, he'd grabbed her wrist tugging her back to him. "Let me go!" She yelled over the music. His alcohol soaked breath settled over her. "C'mon babe, it's only a bit of fun." A malicious grin spread over his face as he trapped her in his iron grip. ***** Viktor Lestat quietly pulled the door closed and stepped into the hallway. He licked his lips, tasting the last droplets of the girl's blood. She wasn't dead; he'd left her sleeping off her drunken stupor. Now that his hunger had been satisfied he walked casually from the hotel. In no rush, he languidly made his way down the dark street. The destination in mind was the park, but something made him take a detour the opposite way. After a short time walking he came to a club, a long line of people were waiting outside, some directed to the queue, others let straight in. He made his way over to the doorman, a large man with a tamed, neatly kept moustache. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Viktor, clearly perturbed by his lack of companion. He looked him up and down and without a word, let him in. He studied the overcrowded club before him. Packed with people dancing, drinking or fooling around. He shed his leather jacket and slung it over his shoulder. Making his way over to the bar, he ignored the many hands brushing and touching him. He settled down on the seat farthest from the dance floor, and sighed as a leggy blonde behind the bar rushed up to him. "Can I get chu somethin' sweetie pie?" She asked in an annoyingly high voice. "No, thank you." He replied blandly. "Are you sure?" She asked leaning over so her breasts practically fell out of the far too small top she wore. She traced her finger along his hand, batting her fake eyelashes at him. He sighed heavily and fixed his gaze upon her, edging just a little bit of a growl into his voice. "No. Thank you." She stared at him, and backed away. He rolled his eyes as he gazed over the dance floor. Viktor had been handsome before he'd been changed; the transformation had enhanced everything about his features. His jet black hair was chin length and stylishly messy. He had deep blue eyes, perfect white teeth, a long nose and a strong jawline. He was 22 when he was bitten, that was over 100 years ago now, he chuckled at that thought. Staring out over the floor, his eyes caught site of long red hair. The hair, belonged to that of a young woman, he judged maybe 19. She was slender yet curvaceous. She wore a purple halter style top, suiting her firm breasts, paired with jeans that clung to her curves very nicely. Her long hair hung loose around her shoulders, framing a heart shaped face. Her beautiful green eyes sparkled even from where he was sitting, and her luscious lips were spread into a smile that could light up any dark room. He watched her movements, the way her hips swayed effortlessly and her long legs moving to the rhythm. She was fascinating. Different from any human he'd ever seen before. Most girls he fed from on a nightly basis were all the same. Drunk, slutty and mind numbingly stupid. But she was different. He could smell her from where he was sitting, like berries and blossom in the springtime. Glorious, he thought. Just then, a tall blonde guy came up behind her. He settled her hands on her hips and guided her dance movements. He frowned at this; he could smell the alcohol and the drugs in his system from here. His frown deepened as she let him dance with her. He ground against her and he suspected that in a place like this, it doesn't matter who you dance with, no strings attached. Right at that moment, the little dancer seemed to snap out of it and focus. She was clearly disturbed by this man's behaviour and tried to break free. This only enticed him more and he began fondling her and trying to take off her clothes. A good stomp on his foot and a slap across the face did nothing to call him off; he only laughed and pulled her against him again. With that, Viktor stood and was standing right next to the pair in the blink of an eye. He wrenched the guy away from her and punched him hard. He felt the man's nose shatter beneath his iron hand. He kneed him in the groin, picked him up and threw him across the floor. (He could've hurled him out of the door if he wanted to but that would cause suspicions.) People stared, including the girl but after the guy had crawled away and a few seconds of silence, the mindless partying continued. He guessed that fighting wasn't exactly rare in a place like this. He turned to face the girl who was staring open mouthed at him. Mind numbingly stupid I guess. He scowled and made to turn away but a small hand rested on his arm. "Thank you." She breathed. Her large eyes were filled with tears and her red lips were slightly parted. He looked down at her, she was tiny. He loved that. "You're welcome" To his surprise, his words came out choked and hasty. She smiled at him shyly. If he could've blushed, he would have. They held their gaze for a few more moments before he made his way over to the bar, picked up his jacket and started to leave the club. He looked back at her, still standing in the same place. "You coming?" He asked. She stared at him blankly and like a dog on a lead, she followed him. ***** She was still startled by this stranger who saved her. They walked side by side rather awkwardly for a while. "So, you dance?" He surprised her by this statement. "Um kind of, I guess." She replied stiffly. "Kind of?" He asked inquisitively. "Well I like to dance, but it's not like a career or anything..." "Ah, I see." They were plunged into another awkward silence as they continued walking. She side glanced at him, he looked tense, his gaze fixed straight ahead. By this time they had reached the park. They made their way to a bench and settled down. She shivered slightly as the cool autumn air washed over her. She was surprised by the feel of soft leather covering her shoulders. She turned her head slowly, his hand ever so slightly brushing her cheek. She looked into his piercing blue eyes, they saw straight into her. "Your hand..." She whispered. She reached out and gently lifted his hand to her face. Her fingers brushed his knuckles,totally unharmed, she frowned. He chuckled and withdrew his hand. "Didn't punch him that hard." He smiled crookedly. Her frown deepened. His nose crunched! She thought, that's got to leave a mark. "What's your name?" He asked in a velvet voice. "Lierah" "Lierah..." he repeated, he made her name sound like music. He stood suddenly and she did the same. "We should get you home Lierah." He said. She nodded and began to walk back the way they had come; he kept up with her easily. She could feel him watching her every movement as she walked. His gaze burned her body, a feeling that, to her surprise, did not unsettle her. A few minutes later they arrived outside her apartment building. She paused outside and turned to face him. She shed the jacket from her shoulders and handed it to him. Peering down at her, she felt extremely tiny... She judged he must be around 6"4. As if he read her mind he chuckled, a delicious sound that warmed her insides. "I... I uh... wanted... to... thank you... again, for what you did." She stuttered. He chuckled again and smiled a crooked smile at her. "Well Lierah, I hope to see you again." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly. With that, he turned and walked away. She blinked once and he'd already made it down the street and round the corner... Her knuckles still tingled as she was lay in her bed that night. It was then that she realised... she didn't know her mysterious hero's name. The Vampire's Dancer Ch. 02 Author's Note: Thank you to all those who read/commented/favourited the last chapter. Your comments really inspired me and boosted my confidence. I hope you enjoy the next chapter. This my first story so please excuse any awkward places or mistakes. This is set in England where I'm from, so some places may not be familiar. I hope you enjoy and I would really appreciate any feedback. This is a romance between a vampire and a human; hopefully the story will progress well. If you're looking for a quick fix, this probably isn't for you. ***** Days past. Days full of ordinary boring crap. Nothing new. Lierah's thoughts were full of her rescuer; he'd never left her mind. His figure, so broad and muscular. His face, so perfect. His hands, rough yet soft and wonderful. His eyes, so intense and magnificent. She lay awake in her bed as she had for at least an hour now. She rolled over and stared at the red digits on her alarm clock. 6:57... 6:58... 6:59... The bleeping rang through her head for less than a second before she hit the button on top. She dragged herself into the kitchen, clumsily popped some bread into the toaster and waited. Engrossed in her thoughts it scared the life out of her when the toast sprung from the toaster, one landing on the counter top, the other hitting Charlotte on the head as she walked through the door. She burst into a fit of giggles as Charlotte, her usual grump self, flung the toast back at her. She caught it with one hand and began buttering. Her laughter continued all through breakfast, and as Charlotte began to properly wake, she couldn't help but laugh too. "We seriously need a new toaster" Charlotte managed through giggles. Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Both girls frowned, "Who the hell wants us at 7:00 in the morning?" Lierah asked. Toast in hand she padded to the door and opened it. What met her eyes shocked her. There in all his glory stood her unnamed rescuer from 4 nights before. "Hi." He said, looking at her from top to bottom, taking in her white camisole top and Mickey Mouse pyjama shorts, her tousled hair and half eaten toast. He smiled at her, clearly bemused. "Err..." She was at a loss for words. Thankfully Charlotte saved her. "Hi!" She called brightly from the kitchen, perched on the counter with a cup of coffee. Lierah opened the door wider as an invitation; he accepted and graciously entered the apartment. As soon as his back was turned and they made small talk, Lierah began making silent gestures and miming to Charlotte. That's the guy I told you about!! She attempted to mime. Her expression was clearly confused. She pointed to him, miming: He's the guy!! "He's the guy?!" Charlotte exclaimed excitedly. Lierah simply put her head in her hands and shook her head. When she looked up, she saw him looking at her with an amused expression and Charlotte open mouthed and bright red. "I'm just gonna... uh...yeah..." She practically ran from the room. Her cheeks felt hot and she chewed on her lip, shuffling her feet awkwardly. He on the other hand, just laughed softly. She looked up at him and smiled shyly. He stepped closer to her and dramatically bowed, this made her giggle, he flashed a boyish grin at her and said: "I never introduced myself the other night. My name is Viktor Lestat." ***** He quickly settled his gaze on her eyes, staring into their immense green depth. "I'm sorry to just drop by like this..." he began. "It's fine." She said a little quickly, she blushed and looked away. "I was just uh... uh..." He hadn't had this much trouble getting words out in over 50 years. "...If you'd like to uh..." She smiled at him, a wonderful bright smile that made his insides warm. He cleared his throat and began again. "I was wondering if you might like to...uh...get some coffee or something..." He stuttered. She studied him for a while, clearly deciding whether she should come with him. After all, he was a stranger to her. After a few more seconds of silence and staring, she finally said: "That would be great. Thank you. Just give me a few minutes." He smiled and nodded, then perused the room. He scanned their tiny kitchen, the shabby couch... His eyes skimmed over the numerous photos scattered around the room. Some of Lierah and her perky roommate, others personal family shots, some group photos at parties and what not. He eventually settled on an older photo nestled on the coffee table. It was a younger version of Lierah; he judged she was about 6 or 7. Her hair was shorter, styled into two plaits and her two front teeth were missing. She was clinging on to the back of a handsome man, he assumed was her father. He had light brown hair with only a few streaks of grey, deeply tanned skin and smile wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. They were laughing, both of them immensely happy. He quickly put down the photograph as he heard footsteps approaching; he pretended to be immersed in an old magazine strewn on the table. He looked up as she entered; she wore a loose white peasant top and dark blue jeans, completed with a pair of strappy sandals. She'd pushed her hair out of her face with a hairband leaving it to tumble around her shoulders. "So, ready to go?" He asked. She nodded and pulled her jacket on. They trudged down the stairs and out into the cool air. Today was cloudy, for this he was grateful. Her scent caught on the breeze and made him tense up, just as four nights before. It was overpowering but marvellous. It had been a long time since a woman had made him feel like this. It terrified him since it would not be a good idea to repeat it. ***** Coffee turned out to be an understatement. Viktor had taken her to a huge arcade with a tiny café squeezed in on the inside. She'd gone through 3 cups of coffee and a sandwich before he finally lost to the ghosts on Pac man. They'd spent all day going from game to game even the table tennis and air hockey, both of which he let her win, despite him swearing against it. She'd even dragged him into the photo booth which resulted in 2 strips of goofy photos each. Dusk was starting to fall by the time they left. "I was thinking, we could go get some dinner before you went back to your apartment?" She was surprised by this question, but she smiled and nodded. He took her to a posh expensive looking restaurant, just looking at the place made her purse ache. She'd never been to anywhere as high class as this; a special night out for when she was a kid would have been at her local diner. They were met by a long line of people waiting for a table but almost immediately a tall waiter came up to them. "Ah, Mr Lestat. Lovely to see you again, usual table?" "Yes thank you James that would be perfect." Wow... first name basis with the waiters, he must be quite popular around here. They were lead through a maze of tables and up a short flight of stairs and past even more people until they came to a little table out on a small balcony overlooking the city below. The table was laid with silver cutlery and an ice bucket holding a bottle of wine. The napkins were folded into delicate swans with a candle flickering golden light into every corner it could reach. They were seated and presented with book size menus. She perused it for a while before setting it down before her. The waiter came rushing over and opened the wine with a flourish, pouring it into their glasses. He took their orders and disappeared back into the restaurant. She sniffed her glass and gingerly brought it to her lips; she recoiled slightly at its pungent taste. "Don't drink much huh?" She peered at him over her glass "Not really." He chuckled and nodded. There was silence for a while before the waiter came back laden with plates. "Could we get a glass of water for the lady." It was a statement not a question, she noticed. "Certainly sir." He came back two minutes later, laid the glass down and went back into the restaurant pulling the deep blue chiffon curtains behind him, shielding them from the rest of the people. She noticed about halfway through dinner that he ate like a supermodel. He picked at his meat and mostly pushed it around his plate, barely sipping at his drink. The rest of dinner was fun, talkative, just as the day had been. She was a little taken aback when he asked her about the picture on her coffee table. "That was me and my Dad on my 6th birthday. My Mum walked out on us when I was two so it was always really hard for us, but he always made sure that we were okay and he'd even go into debt just to put food on the table. He was my favourite person in the world, I used to think there was no one better than him." "You say 'was' quite a lot, like he's not anymore?" He asked. "He past away about a year and a half after that photo was taken." "Oh, I'm so sorry." He was silent for a while before he spoke again "I felt like that for someone once. I felt like I could find no one better than her, she was my everything and she couldn't be replaced. Of course it was very different to a father-daughter bond but..." He trailed off. She leaned forward in her seat, "You don't have to go on if you don't want to..." "No, it's okay. I just don't talk about it much." She nodded. "So, if you don't mind me asking... what happened to her?" "She died." "I'm sorry." She didn't press any further, something told her that wasn't the end of his story. ***** The rest of the night past quickly and soon enough they found themselves outside her apartment. Part of him was depressed that they were parting whilst the other told him he had to find something to eat since he hadn't eaten since the night they'd met and currently his throat was burning. "Hey um... thank you for today, I had a great time." She stammered. "You're welcome. Maybe we could do it again?" "Yeah definitely!" She exclaimed, she blushed again and looked away. He was beginning to love it when that happened. "Well thank you again." She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the cheek. She turned and stepped into her apartment. His cheek still tingled as he stepped into the cool night air. "Viktor?" He froze at her cold icy voice. "Eleanor." His eyes narrowed on the tall brunette standing before him. "What do you think you're doing with that human? It's dangerous Viktor!" His anger bubbled to the surface "Who are you to judge what's dangerous?! It's none of your fucking business what I do, after what you did!" Her face paled "That was not my fault. What happened to Rose had nothing..." "Don't you say her name! Don't you dare say her name! You lost that right long ago." He turned on his heel and stalked away from her. His anger and hunger ripped through his composure as he punched a chunk out of the corner of the building. The Vampire's Dancer Ch. 03 Author's Note: For personal reasons I have been unable to write the third chapter till now. Sorry for the delay, will try not to in the future =( ***** Chapter 3 He knocked three times, he heard voices: "That must be him!" "Dude chill! The last thing he needs is us bombarding him!" Someone laughed. "Anyway, we'll be back later, don't wait up." "Have fun" He guessed Charlotte smirked. He heard some rustling within and mere seconds later Lierah appeared at the door. He moistened his lips at the sight of her, skinny jeans paired with a white top and a jacket shouldn't look so sexy. She smiled at him as she tied her hair back hastily. "Ready to go?" "Yeah, I'll just get my bag." He casually put his arm around her shoulder, which he was glad to see didn't faze her. The cool air blew his hair back from his face and he breathed in. Berries and blossom in the springtime, he smiled. "So, where are we going?" She pondered. "Ahh... It's a surprise" He smiled. She pouted a little as he wrapped a scarf around her eyes, but she was smiling and on the edge if her seat throughout the drive. "Can I at least have a hint?" She asked for the third time. "That would ruin it! Besides, we're nearly there." She spun a strand of hair through her fingers as he slowed into a parking space, she'd mentioned a passion for ice skating on their date the other night, he hoped to god she'd like it. He climbed out of his car and made his way to her side; he took her hand and smiled at the huge grin on her face. He gently undid the knot at the back of her head and she squealed in delight when she eyes met the building before her. "Oh my god! When did I even mention I loved ice skating?" She gasped excitedly. "What can I say? I'm different, I actually listen" He winked at her and led her through the doors. He felt a tingle rush through him as she gripped his arm; her slender hands seemed to fit perfectly around his elbow. He looked down at her and he smiled at the gleam in her emerald eyes, she blushed brightly and fixed her gaze ahead. She looked at him with confusion as they skipped the long line of people and where led another way to the skate pick up point, where again they were first. He winked and smiled crookedly. He fixed up his skates quickly and she stared at him in amazement, she giggled as her knelt before her and fixed up hers as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a skinny blonde nudge her boyfriend, hinting to do the same as he just did, he couldn't help but laugh as her boyfriend rolled his eyes and continued sweating over his own skates, the blonde scowled and glared at the pair of them. He stood up and took Lierah's hand as they wobbled to the edge of the rink, laughing as they went. They stepped onto the ice and Lierah immediately sped off into the middle, he watched her in wonder as she raced around, spinning and jumping every so often. She slowed and turned to face him with a huge grin spread over her face, she beckoned for him to join her. That wasn't an invitation he had to have issued twice. Sliding over the ice easily he took Lierah's outstretched gloved hand. Their eyes caught for a second before he grinned wickedly at her and suddenly sped off, dragging Lierah behind him. She shrieked and laughed as he spun in circles and weaved in and out of random people. She had no problem staying upright but had absolutely no control over the sweeping movements. His hand gripped hers tightly keeping her steady. Swerving into the middle he skidded to a stop and Lierah collided with him, leaving them in a heap on the ice. They were in fits of laughter, and even when he became aware of her small hands resting on his chest and her legs tangled with his, it didn't un-nerve him. Her eyes were bright as her laughter became giggles and she looked straight at him. Her eyes saw straight into his and they simply lay there for what seemed like forever just looking into one another. Eventually she rolled over and stood gracefully, he followed suit and his hand found hers. They smiled at each other as their gloved fingers locked together. He tried with all his might to cover up the small crack he'd made in the ice, luckily it didn't seem as though it would spread. They skated round and round the rink, occasionally he'd surprise Lierah by suddenly spinning them the other way. It seemed as though neither of them stopped smiling throughout the whole day, he even let Lierah take him for a spin around the ice, although she struggled a little considering how tiny she was compared to him. He couldn't help but grin as she tugged with all her might, with his help, eventually she settled into a pace. She swirled and spun him in all directions, if he was still human he would be dizzy as hell by now. She came to a slow halt and turned to face him as he came up beside her. "Well..." She said breathlessly, "I think I did pretty well considering." She laughed. "Yes, yes you did" He slid a little closer to her so she almost pressed against him. Her smiled faded a little as he placed his hands on her waist gently. He hands slid up to his chest as he tilted her head up to his. His gaze burned into hers and her breathing quickened as he bent his head down to hers. Their lips mere centimetres apart when a wolf whistle erupted from somewhere over Lierah's shoulder. He glanced up to find the sunken face of the skinny blonde's boyfriend. She however was nowhere to be found. The two of them broke apart, Lierah's face bright red. The strange guy skated over to them, wobbling as he went. He gripped her hand tightly and pushed her gently so she was standing just behind his shoulder. He glanced at the guy wobbling closer and saw a noticeably bulge erupting from his pants, He scoffed in disgust as he skidded to a halt inches from him. He stood stock still as he spoke. "C'mon man, let someone else have a go on that lovely piece of ass." He grinned, revealing crooked yellowed teeth. He attempted to push past him but his grip tightened on Lierah's hand and he stood stock still, even on ice he would not be moved. The man tried again but Viktor roughly pushed him back leaving him sprawled on the ground. Fixing his eyes on the guy, he put a noticeable growl into his voice, his iron frame putting more emphasis on his speech. " I think... you should go and find your girlfriend, someone who will probably be glad to have your slimy hands all over her lovely piece of ass." He narrowed his eyes and glared at the broken man before him, who scrambled to his feet and skated away, falling in the process. He un-tensed and spun to face Lierah. Whose mouth was open and eyes wide. "I'm sorry you had to see that." He looked away from her and shut his eyes. He braced himself for her to run away, never wanting to see him again. Instead, he felt the press of her body stretching as far as she could get and her lips pressed against his cheek. He opened his eyes in bewilderment and stared down at her, she said nothing, she only took his hand and led him around the ice until he they were finally smiling and laughing again. After a while everyone started clearing from the rink and he was amazed that they'd been there for two hours and it was now closing time. They backtracked through the previous process and left their skates at the desk. He led her to the car, now freely putting his arm around her. Rain began pattering against the windshield as they drove, Lierah happily singing along to the radio in the passenger seat, he smiled throughout, enjoying her velvet voice wrapping around him. The rain was coming down heavily as they pulled up at a little café. They dashed inside and stumbled to a table, chortling as they went. They earned a few glares and disapproving stares but right now, he didn't care. He was perfectly content with simply being with Lierah. ***** The rain thundered against the glass all through dinner, which she found was quite delicious for such an off the road little café. The massive cheeseburger was bigger than her head, and she found Viktor chuckling at her as she attempted to fit her mouth around it. The juices and ketchup ran down her chin. She giggled when the froth of her milkshake settled over lip. She polished off most of the food in what must have been record time since she was starving, but again, Viktor just pushed it round his plate, occasionally taking a nibble or a sip of his cola. Night fell quickly and it was black by the time they'd finished and were leaving. They drove for a short time but instead of pulling up at her apartment, he took a detour down a narrow road. Hedges rose on both sides as they followed its sharp twists and turns. He pulled up in a bit in the road where it opened up enough for parking. The rain then decided to make a re-appearance and they sprinted to a gap in the hedge where a stile was nestled. They climbed over, laughing and running up a narrow path. They emerged into a vast meadow which she guessed would be beautiful in the daytime. He led her over to a huge tree which provided enough cover for only a few drops of rain to trickle through. It was mostly dry, but even so, Viktor settled down on the ground and pulled her into his lap. It was quite awkward at first... Both of them rather tense. But soon the rain stopped and the clouds started to move overhead. After a while she forgot herself and settled into him. Instead of asking why he'd brought her here, she figured it would be better to wait and see. Soon the breeze picked up and he closed his arms around her, encasing her in warmth. She settled against him and sighed softly. She couldn't see his face but he could feel him looking down at her. For a while they sat like that, just in the pleasure of each other's company. Then, the clouds shifted and the stars were revealed. She gasped, now she knew why they were here. She didn't know how far away they were but there was no light pollution at all... the stars were there, in all their glory, bright and sparkling. She sat up a bit more and stared in disbelief. It was amazing. The moonlight shone through the meadow, casting light and shadows here and there. She stood up and walked out from under the tree. Viktor followed, it was hard to see through the dark but she could feel his eyes on her. She took a few more steps into a patch of moonlight, closed her eyes and breathed in. She took in the strong smell of wet grass and the sound of running water somewhere nearby, the trees rustling all around her. She was so entranced that he surprised her when he stepped in front of her and put his arms around her. She gasped and opened her eyes. "Shh... Close your eyes again" He whispered. She did so, and she felt his hands on her head, guiding her to him. She felt him bend his head down and felt his cool breath against her mouth. Then she felt his lips. They brushed tenderly against hers, just barely touching. He breathed softly and pressed his lips against hers, gently working them into bliss. What was a tender kiss quickly became hungrier, his hands travelled down to her waist, wrapping around her and pulling her closer. She stretched up and linked her arms around his neck, pressing against him. He gently worked and tugged her lips open and ran his tongue along her bottom lip. She welcomed it and shyly brushed her tongue against his. He went at her pace, letting her explore his mouth before slowly breaking apart leaving her breathless. He looked into her eyes and stroked her cheek affectionately. He bent his head once more and she felt his lips gently press against her neck. She gasped softly and wrapped her hands around his neck once again. His mouth travelled from her neck to her jaw and just under her earlobe. He gently bit and sucked on her skin, licking wherever his teeth were. She shivered and tilted her head. He continued working down her neck, stopping just short of the top of her breasts. Bringing himself back up, he lifted her up so she was standing on his feet and brought his lips to hers again. His tongue flicked against hers and once again she welcomed him into her warm mouth. They remained glued together for what seemed like hours, but eventually they broke apart. He rested his forehead against hers, holding her close. Reluctantly they slowly walked back to the path, their hands locked together. She was sad when they pulled up outside her door. "Did you want to come in?" She asked. She could actually see longing in his eyes but he shook his head. "I should probably get going." "Oh, okay." "It's not that I don't want to..." He added hastily "it's just..." He stopped himself there, probably thinking he'd said too much. She regained her composure and smiled, "Maybe some other time then." He smiled crookedly back at her, "Yeah definitely" Those two little words made her heart soar. He leaned down and softly kissed her once more, "Goodnight Lierah." He breathed. With that, she turned away, into her apartment. She leaned against the door and smiled, a full on toothy smile. She wanted to jump for joy and scream with happiness but fatigue was creeping up on her. ***** The Vampire's Dancer Ch. 04 Yet another Author's Note I really do apologise for leaving it this long. Here is Chapter 4, I hope you enjoy. I'm currently just finishing off Chapter 5 so that should be up maybe a day after this one. So sorry again. =( * She wouldn't have thought of Viktor as a texting kind of person, but he'd reply to every single one of her texts, seconds after she sent it. She added this to the growing list of things she lay awake thinking about over and over and over again and never coming to any conclusion. He was incredibly fast, smart, mysterious, not to mention un-humanly gorgeous... She'd never seen any man like him, everything about him is perfect, she could find no flaw. Body -- flawless, Face -- flawless, Personality -- so far... flawless. She felt like so ordinary compared to him. She could find nothing but flaws in herself. "Excuse me, Miss...? Miss? Miss?!" Startled, she looked up into the face of a pudgy man, his cheeks red from the wind and receding hair blown in all directions. "Could I get my coffee already?!" She stood and took his order, pretending to listen as the man rambled on about waiting, rudeness, and complaining to her superior. But really all she could think about was Viktor and his strange habits. A breeze rushed over her and she looked up as a woman entered. Elegantly tall, with flowing deep brown hair, she wore a fitted business suit and perfected smoky makeup. Blemish free, fair skin complemented her hair greatly, her ruby red lips were set on a slight smile as she glided to the counter and in a husky, velvet voice ordered her intricate coffee. Her icy blue eyes pierced into her for long moments before slowly walking into the buzz of chatter and seated herself by the window. She fixed her gaze onto the street beyond, not once touching the drink before her. Rain splattered against the window, she could see the wind blasting against trees, pedestrians, whisking away umbrellas and hats in a second. She busied herself with new orders and silently cursed Adelle for calling in sick. Her phone left abandoned behind her. She sighed heavily as a coffee mug fell from her grasp and hit the floor, shattering into hundreds of tiny little pieces. She blinked and suddenly there he was. Stooped over the floor collecting the broken shards with his bare hands. She bent down and stared at him. "How did you..." "You never replied to my text" He smiled cheekily at her through perfectly styled hair hanging just over his eyelids. She focused her attention on the mess before her but her mind was elsewhere, continually going over every little detail of his sudden appearance. "Ouch!" she gasped as her finger leaked crimson. Viktor tensed and his eyes dilated, staring at the blood trickling down her hand. Through a clenched jaw he reached to a nearby towel and gently pressurised her finger. "Thanks" she murmured, pretending to be oblivious to this strange display of emotion. They stood awkwardly not quite meeting eye contact. Viktor's gaze was fixed over her shoulder and she saw his jaw tighten further. "Excuse me" he uttered hoarsely and rushed away from her as if she carried a deadly disease. ***** He swept into the bathroom and stared at his reflection with remorse. Slowly he unclenched his jaw to reveal pearly white fangs protruding from his upper gums. His hunger ripped through his throat burning into his mouth. He turned away from the monster looking back at him and swallowed his desire. Her blood smelled so good, like nothing he'd ever had before. She was pure, un-touched. The door opened and closed so fast it didn't even leave a breeze. Sure enough, there was Eleanor. She smiled like a cheshire cat, her eyes sparkling and devious. "So you chose to carry on lying to your little virgin blood bag." She purred at him. Ignoring her statement he said as cooly as possible "So... you reached maturity, I thought you were still too weak to come out during the day." She drew her fangs, "Only on days like these, I see you flaunt your ability enough. The corporation may not like that." "The corporation are hypocrites! They tell us never to go out in sunlight whereas they barely abide by their own rules. Besides, the sunlight makes me uncomfortable." "You could be so great, you could be one of The Four if you truly desired, why do you choose to weaken yourself with a human? Although I will admit your little blood sack smells terrific." She smirked. In a flash he held her by the neck against the wall, cracking the concrete. "You will not touch her." He growled. She chuckled and ran her tongue over her fangs. "Like she could stop me. Mmm...she makes my throat burn just thinking about it" he tightened his grip on her throat. "You will not touch her. Lierah is mine." Eleanor gasped and smiled wickedly. "You're not telling me... Oh this is just too good! You love her! Oh my god, Viktor Lestat...falling in love with a human!" She cackled loudly, beating her fists against the wall. "I have almost 500 years on you, I could crush you like paper." He growled, but she simply stared at him slyly. "You wouldn't do that, we both know you wouldn't. Dad." She giggled menacingly. "Now you listen to me." His voice was barely a whisper. "I may be your maker, but that bond was broken centuries ago. If you lay a hand on Lierah, I will not hesitate to rip your throat out and make you meet the sun." Her smile faded and she retracted her fangs. He released her and stalked out of the bathroom, retracting his own fangs as he went. Taking an unnecessary breath, he smoothed his hair and returned to the main part of the little café. He immediately spotted Lierah peering at an untouched cup of coffee at a seat by the window. He strode up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders making her jump. She looked up at him too speak "Jeez, you scared me. Are you okay?" "I'm fine, but I better be going. I have a previous engagement I forgot all about." She blinked at him and drank in his words. It pained him to leave her like this but he was so afraid of ripping her throat to shreds if he did not get out of there right then. "Okay... I'll see you soon?" He nodded and lightly kissed her cheek, before he sped out of there as quickly as he could without causing suspicion. ***** Pulling herself together Eleanor freshened her makeup and walked slowly into the cramped array of tables. Sniffing her out quickly she made her way over to the little red head bustling behind the counter. "Miss?" She jumped as she peered up at her. Breathing in deeply, she caught her delightful scent, coming to realise what Viktor might see in her. "Can I get you something else? I see you didn't enjoy your coffee." She laughed nervously. "The coffee was fine, thanks. My appetite just switched on to something... else." She ran her eyes up and down her body making the human squirm delightfully. "I see you've become acquainted with a friend of mine, Viktor Lestat?" she raised one eyebrow inquisitively. "Oh, um... yes, we've been in contact." "It's annoying how he disappears like that huh?" Lierah, still tensed up, chuckled slightly. "Yes it is rather frustrating." "He's currently living at a hotel in central London, about 15 minutes from here I think. Hotel Ravana, if I remember correctly. I just thought you might want to drop by and surprise him." She left the little human there, staring after her with a glass and cloth in hand. ***** Three hours later Lierah was locking up the café. She had been pondering the mysterious woman's advice all day and came to the conclusion that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea since he'd rushed out of the café so quickly she'd barely even spoken to him. She stood on the kerb and hailed a taxi. Whilst clambering in she said "The Ravana Hotel please" and the driver sped off. In 15 minutes she stood in the cold and rain in front of what had to be the grandest hotel she'd ever seen. She came through the spinning doors into a large marble reception area with plush sofas and beautiful flower arrangements hanging on the walls and settled on solid oak tables. A lavish red carpet led up to the check in desk where a smartly dressed woman stood on the telephone. She removed her coat and scarf and made her way towards her. She felt much underdressed in such a place. She felt as if she should have been wearing a ball gown and glass slippers. The woman smiled and held a finger up to say "hold on one moment" and completed her conversation. "Hello Miss and welcome to the Ravana Hotel. Would you be requiring a room?" "Um... sort of. I was supposed to meet a friend of mine, he told me you'd let me up to his room." "Of course Miss, name?" "Viktor Lestat" The woman looked surprised, but she regained composure very quickly. "Mr Lestat is up on the top floor, in the Penthouse Suite." She handed her a room key and directed her to a lift. "Thank you." "You're welcome Miss, Have a pleasant stay." She attempted to hide her surprise but couldn't help but gawk at her as the lift doors closed. Yet another thing she found strange about Viktor. She shook it off and watched the lights on the buttons climb. Eventually she stepped into a wide hallway, with wide windows on the one side and tables set with flower arrangements on the other. She made her way down the hallway to the large double doors at the end. She decided to knock, instead of using the room key. She stood and waited, and waited. She was about to knock once more when the door swung open and there was Viktor, wide eyed and breathless..? "Lierah! How did you...?" "Some woman in the café said she knew you and she told me where you were living and that it might be nice if I come and surprise you." She grinned awkwardly up at him. His face fell. "Oh." "If now's not a good time I could just..." "No! I mean..." He scratched his head in a gauche manner. "It's fine, please come in." He widened the door for her and she stepped into the room. She thought the entrance hall was grand. She was mistaken. A passage way led into a wide room, with plump leather couches and a round hearth in the middle. Two steps lead into a crème marble kitchen with top of the range appliances and even a barbeque grill. The living room area had huge floor to ceiling windows ringed around the biggest TV she'd ever seen. Complete with a fluffy black carpet. A large oval table with seats for maybe, ten people lay in a big expanse of marble floor, She gaped at everything she saw and took a few steps. This put her in a position in which she could see through the open door which led into the bedroom. A massive white four poster bed took up much of the room. Again with floor to ceiling windows but this time they were covered up by remote controlled black blinds. She noted that the on suite door was closed. She could hear Viktor take a breath as she stepped inside. She turned to face him open mouthed. "I don't want to know how you can afford all this." She laughed slightly. "Inheritance" he simply said. She looked at him for a moment and made to carry on exploring. Viktor took two strides and was in front of her peering in to her eyes. He settled his hands on her shoulders making her heart skip a beat, he smiled a little and bent down to brush his nose against hers. Kind of like a confirmation. She nodded slightly and he gently pressed his lips against hers, with one hand holding the back of her head, the other on the small of her back. She placed her hands around his neck and pulled him closer, he willingly obliged, sliding his tongue over her bottom lip. She tensed as she tasted something metallic and bitter. Something that she could not see, but she could taste. She broke the kiss and looked directly into his eyes. She stepped away from him and he made to take her hand, but she jerked it away from him. "I need some answers. Some things about you just aren't adding up." Sitting on the bed, he froze as she settled back. She felt something damp. She ran her fingers over the blanket covering the bed, curious; she stood and stripped the blanket back, almost fainting when she saw a huge bloodstain coating the pretty white sheets. She gasped, horrified and rushed over to the closed door and almost screamed with what met her eyes. Lying in a bathtub was a girl around her own age. There were two deep puncture marks in her neck where blood dripped into the tub, coating the white porcelain and the girl. She looked as if she was barely breathing. She whirled around to Viktor who was stony faced, showing no emotion at all. "Viktor..." She barely recognized her own voice fear filled voice. He just stood there as she began to run, her heartbeat pounded in her ears ad she almost reached the door. Then there he was, in front of her. She made to run back into the kitchen but she tripped into him who was suddenly standing right behind her. "What... what are you?!" She whispered He sighed heavily and shook his head. He closed his eyes for moment before opening them sharply and opening his mouth to display long white fangs. *****