Vampire 01 - Daughter of Darkness

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    He looked at me with nothing but love and affection in his eyes, and I continued into the room. At the side of the bed, we kissed again. His lips moved down my chin and to my neck. I pulled my head back, and he unbuttoned my blouse and brought his lips to my breasts. Then he lifted me gently to the bed. For a moment, he stood looking down at me.
    “I want to memorize every part of you,” he said. “That way, you will never leave me.”
    “Everyone leaves everyone sometime,” I told him in a whisper.
    “Not us. We’ll synchronize our heartbeats, and when yours runs out, mine will, too. It will be the same for you.”
    I smiled. He sounded like a hopeless romantic, a dreamer, a poet who had more faith in words than in anything else. Daddy once told me that dreamers and poets suffered more, however: “They create a world that cannot last, cannot be, and the disappointment for them is that much greater.”
    Maybe that was true, but right now, it seemed to me that the journey that would take us to that pain and disappointment was worth it. Wasn’t all of life a journey that led to death? But we didn’t stop trying to enjoy ourselves, to find something worth our effort. Daddy wasn’t always right, I thought, and then had the shocking realization that my feelings for Buddy were causing me to challenge and question things Daddy had taught me my whole life. Before this, I had accepted everything as if it had rained down from some divine cloud.
    Buddy pulled off his shirt and then gently undressed me. I thought he was out to kiss every part of me, every inch of my body, so he could do what he hoped… memorize me. When he was naked beside me, I could feel my blood carrying the heat from my heart through all of my veins. His lips grazed mine. His eyes were closed, and he looked as if he was trying to inhale the very scent of my being.
    “We have to be careful,” I said, knowing that soon I would lose all restraint.
    “I will be,” he promised, and showed me that he was prepared.
    What neither of us was prepared for was the way mybody tightened as I accepted him. I saw the confusion in his eyes as the softness left my shoulders, my breasts, and my stomach.
    “You’re harder than I am,” he muttered.
    I had no explanation. In fact, I wasn’t sure this wasn’t what happened with every woman as she began to make love. It didn’t matter to him. He wanted me as much as, if not more than, he had when he began.
    And when we began, my mouth was filled with that taste of blood again. This time, it flowed back, down my throat and into my stomach. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was sweet, and the stronger it became, the more demanding I was. He moaned in pleasure and then laughed at my enthusiasm, crying out playfully to complain that I was killing him. When I reached a climax, it felt as if my bones had thickened. I thought I was bigger, heavier, and I looked at him to see if he thought so, too, but he was in the throes of his own climax and reciting words of love, pledges and promises.
    When it ended, he rolled onto his back, panting. He glanced at me, finally, with some surprise. “You’re not even breathing hard,” he said. “Although your skin is red everywhere.”
    “Is it?”
    I sat up to look at myself. It was as though all my blood had come to the surface. I touched my legs to feel the heat. After a few more minutes, the heat slowly receded, and my normal color began to return.
    “Is all of this something unusual?” he asked.
    I shook my head. “I don’t know, Buddy. I’ve never done this before.”
    He looked skeptical. “You’re not having a virgin’s reaction, if you know what I mean. It’s all right,” he quickly added. “I didn’t expect you would, and I’m fine with that.”
    How was I to explain any of this to him, if I couldn’t explain it to myself? He saw how I was struggling to find some explanation.
    “Hey, don’t sweat it. I hate people who make love and then sit around analyzing it all day. It is what it is, and for us, no matter what, it’s wonderful. Short and simple.” He waited for my agreement, and when it didn’t come fast enough, he asked, “Right?”
    “Yes, Buddy. It was wonderful, and I’m happy I came here to be with you.” I reached for my clothes and began to get dressed.
    “Are you all right?” he asked.
    “Yes, Buddy.”
    “I didn’t mean to move so fast, but—”
    I looked at him and put my finger on his lips. “You mustn’t apologize for