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I patiently wait for you to come back from the party. Knowing you will have a had a good time, but still are in need of relaxation now that you are back alone with me. I hear your key turning in the lock, knowing that soon I will be doing my best to comfort you and help you relax. I rise as I wait for you to enter. When you come through the door I move quickly to greet you. Swiftly I deliver a soft kiss and then take your purse and set it on the table.

"Did you have a good time?" I ask softly.
 
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It was dark out, the party was just over. It was fun yes, but being alone in a large crowd was something I did not like to be used to. I preferred it at home, away from prying eyes, hungry looks from other males. I just wished your eyes along me, hunger or not, your smile made my heart calm.

When would I tell you? When would I tell you that, I wouldn't be able to have your children, be able to hold myself back any longer from tasting you...? I shook my head, leaving the party and walking through the alleyway, disappearing then reappearing in front of our house, unlocking the door. It would have to wait...

You surprise me though, make me lose my train of thought, my smile returning to my lips as you take my bag and kiss my cool lips. Closing the door behind me, I nod and close the door, setting the key in the bowl next to the door as usual.


"Yes, I did... A little too boring to my tastes though, it was like watching a soap opera..."

I giggle a little, smiling... No glimpse of fangs to my smile, retractable so to say, the one thing that hid me from you.
 
"I'm sorry it wasn't more fun. Why don't we make you a little more comfortable?"

I lead you towards your recliner gently forcing you to sit down in it. "Here, let my help you with your shoes," I get on my knees at your feet; gently I pick up your right foot and slide your shoe off it. I set your shoe on the floor at the side of your chair. My thumbs move to the pads of your feet as I start to rub. My fingers holding your foot gently, my thumbs slowly circling firmly pressing against your skin as I massage your troubles away. I work slowly and intensely, focusing all my attention to the task at hand. I occasionally look up, making sure you are relaxing.
 
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I smile, you know just how to make me relax... Slipping to sit down as you guide me there, no force felt, more of a firm touch. I could easily fight against you, but I keep up the facade of just another female, my eyes drifting shut as your warm fingers tickle and soothe my feet. I feel my whole body relax, a sigh of pure content slipping out, barely keeping control of my body. The thirst has been a bother from time to time, but every sensual, sensitive touch from you makes me shiver softly, wanting to taste you even more. My eyes open after a time and you stop, a near purr from my lips as I smile.

"That felt amazing... Thank you, beloved..."
 
“It was my pleasure, I want my Tala happy.”

I was so content at your feet, diligently striving to bring you the best, wanting to please you in every way. Privileged that a women like you would allow me to be in your life.
I begin to stand up, leaning slightly forward and offering a soft kiss on your thigh, looking up into your eyes.


“Is there anything else I can get for you?”
 
Your kiss to my thigh makes me shiver a little, my eyes nearly go crimson, though I keep control and smile, eyes staying a calm cool green.

"Well, unless you were thinking of a lap dance, I think not..."

I giggle teasingly, smiling and stroking your cheek, bending down to kiss your lips ever so gently. Soft teases that usually go nowhere, I wondered if they would after a time, eyes curious for reactions. I could always make you do it, but where is the fun in that...
 
I awkwardly stand up and wiggle my hips, then blush profusely and chuckle, knowing how awkward I must look. I bite my bottom lip, I’m normally so shy, so reserved, opening up and letting you see this side of me has been a challenge.
“Sorry I’m not more graceful.”

I take a step away, and turn to look away for you and then slowly wiggle my bottom.

“well, that’s probably more than enough for you”

I glance back over my shoulder and flash you a smile
 
You surprise me this time, a soft giggle slipping out as I smile wide, watching your taut little rear move, wiggling it as if a happy pup. If I was human, I would have blushed by now, though I tenderly up the ante, moving forward a little, kissing your rear as a deeper tease.

"I believe so... Now, imagine doing that naked..."

I laugh.
 
I look you in the eyes, lost for a moment. Then chuckle too, thinking it is just a just tease, but embarrassed and blushing nonetheless.

“Um, ah water? It seems hot in here?” I ask.

Feeling a bit flustered by your suggestion. I start to walk towards the kitchen, then turn and face you; you look distracted, as if lost in thought,
“Would you like some…? Water that is?” clarifying.

My body tenses for a moment, I wait, my eyes upon your countenance, your eyes flickering, almost as if you are scanning me.

“Everything ok Tala? Would you like some water?”
 
I can't look away, my eyes are so close to turning crimson, so close to drawing you in... I blink as you cut through my thoughts of desire, fingers gripping the chair. I smile then, smoothly standing and walking over to you, footfall silent now as I move over to you, arms wrapping gently around your waist and kissing your warm neck with cool lips.

"Water sounds good, Hun..."

My words are spoken against your flush, I keep my tongue from tasting you. If I did, I wouldn't be able to stop from devouring you in a few gulps, my stomach rumbling suddenly. It breaks the serious moment and I laugh softly, moving and kissing your lips gently, turning and walking to the kitchen.

"Hungry? I'll cook something..."

Fuck, you're irresistible, I want you so bad...
 
“Mmm” I coo as your lips nuzzle my warm neck.

I reach in the refrigerator and grab the pitcher of water, set it on the counter and then turn to grab two glasses. Straining to reach them, why do we always keep them on the highest shelf? The veins on my arms pulsing as my reach extends and grasp, slowly lowering off my tip toes and setting the glasses down; quickly they are filled with the water and the pitcher returned.

“I’m not that hungry, but if you want something… we can do that. Here’s your water.”

My arms wrap around as I present it too you. You are strangely cool to my touch. I see you getting ready to fix yourself a little something to eat.

“How can I help?”
 
My eyes watch your every move, breathing slowly so I don't take too much scent in, smiling as you place the cup down, giving me my water. My eyes close as your warm body presses against mine, a soft sigh drawn from my throat, shoulders loosening. Those words, How can I help... I turn to you, smiling with a devious look to my face, pecking your lips and nibbling on your lower one.

"Steak sounds good... Could you cook it though...? You cook it perfectly..."

And you handing it to me, a bit of blood dripping from it, the steak rare... I can eat it, imagining it is you, for a moment of satisfaction.
 
I sit down across from you at the nook table in the kitchen, it is a soft intimate setting so we can quietly chat as your eat your meal. I watch your graceful movements, thoughts of contentment in my head. A drip of the bloody steak fall trickles down your lip on and onto your chin.

“Honey, you have a bit on your chin.”

Reaching across the table, I passionately place my fingers under your chin and swipe the trickling drop, it brushes lightly across your lower lip.
 
I feel my breathing stop, your finger, the pulse felt against my flesh so delicately, my eyes slip shut as I seek to restrain myself. Your passion is what makes me want to stop from harming you, though you make it so, so difficult for me... Setting down the fork, I grasp your wrist and slip the tip of your finger into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue as I softly trembled in my seat. You make me hunger for more, devilish love, my eyes open halfway, a glowing crimson, suckling at your fingertip.
 
I lean forward across the table, forehead pressing to yours, my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations your mouth provides. My head tips slightly lips pursing, yearning for your kiss. Noses press together as my finger is withdrawn from your mouth.

“mmhh” almost as if begging for your lips to meet mine.

Waiting for the pure feeling of ecstasy granted me by just one little kiss.
 
I tremble as you press your forehead to mine, cool and heated clashing, eyes opening a little more. Goddess, you are such a temptation... You withdraw your finger from my mouth, and I utter a small growl, hands lifting, cupping your cheeks. Lips crashing against yours, I moan at the taste, standing and pressing you back into your chair, tongue slipping in, voilating your mouth with such softness as I embrace you tightly.

"Be...Loved..."

I can barely speak, can only taste...
 
I fall back, surprised at your power, your aggressiveness. My tongue swirls with yours, dancing in the momentary kiss. My eyes still closed, enjoying your passion and intensity of the embrace. My hands hold yours, your hands feel cool – of course they must, I’m so nervous I’m hot and clammy, I don’t know how you do this to me so quickly...

Leaning back from your embrace my eyes open, my hands still tenderly holding yours,


“I’m glad your back, I’ve missed you.”

I take a big gulp, nervous over about what I'm about to say, what your reply will be, where we will go from here.

"Tala, I was,...." mustering up the courage, "I was wondering if you'd allow me to share you bed tonight?"
 
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My head is throbbing, fangs aching in my gums, my desire all consuming as your tongue returned the touch, thankful I didn't need breath to survive... My lips pull back as well, blinking my eyes quickly and forcing them back to cool green, fingers lacing with yours. Your words though, I would have gone pale, though my porcelain skin makes it difficult too, I am already quite pale. I shift and sit back down in the chair, looking down to my hand on yours, just forcing myself to breathe evenly.

"I... Can't conceive, love... I cannot have any children..."

Many when telling news like this would have a shaky voice, though mine is even, just hesitant. Pools of green look to yours, perhaps now would be the best time to say...

"And I have been keeping things from you... About me."
 
I feel my heart sink, my eyes misty, but try to continue on and be strong for you.

“No.., no.. children?.. Ever?”

Muttered in a confused sort of manner, I’d thought we both wanted a family, the white picket fence, a small dog, and little ones playing at our feet and to get muddy in the yard. We’d talked about it many times, and never a word to the contrary. The rest of your thought finally registers in my head. Can’t conceive? She must have just found out, it’s not her fault. Keeping things from me, certainly only this, is she sick, not well. Scurrying to you, sure you are in need of comfort.

“Honey, it’s ok; things happen, but we’ll always have each other.”

My hand soft and gentle rubbing your back, the other on your chin tipping your face to mine, wanting to see your eyes, to know it will be ok.
 
Blinking a little, I utter a soft laugh as it is you comforting me, not the other way around... Though my eyes hold no tears, I look to your eyes and breathe in your scent, sighing slowly as I eased.

"Yes we will, just... Hun, I have to tell you something else but... I don't want to scare you away. I think it may be best if... You join me in bed... And no, I'm not male."

I smile, grinning halfheartedly at the statement, standing and kissing your lips in utter softness, holding your hand and leading the way back to the bedroom, to my bed. I would make you mine tonight, I couldn't hold myself back any longer...
 
My eyes blinking fiercely, trying to hold back my tears of disappointment; your eyes surprisingly clear, you are being so strong about delivering the news. A big gulp as you say there is more, thankfully your joke lightening the mood. I flash a small smile and a slight chuckle; you always know just what to say.

The grip of your hand tight around mine, almost as if you are afraid I’d run. Nervous, my steps soft as I follow. As we reach your bedroom door I hesitate,


“I… I love you.”

A soft whisper, not sure what is about to happen, just knowing it’s what I need to say, my own voice comforting me, reassuring me that we are meant to last for all eternity.
 
My eyes blink and I shiver slightly, smiling a little bit as I kiss your lips, cool fingers gently, soothingly stroking along your cheek.

"As I love you... Always..."

I do not lie, my eyes cannot blaze with such feelings if it were a lie. Odd how so many say my kind don't have souls, but mine is most certainly so attached to yours... I lead you in the room, eyes glancing around at the somewhat vacant room, a bed to rest upon but little more, my closet holding all my neatly hung up clothes, and a small dresser to hold my unmentionables. Scattered books around the room, appearing to be in different languages, some of Latin, some of Greek, Archaic.... I pick them from the floor and place a small note card covered in the same writing in the spot where I was reading, setting the books on top of the dresser.

"You haven't really seen in here before, have you?"

The shades were drawn, the room dark, just how I like it. I keep giving you hints, though I find that I will have to tell you straightforward, eyes saddening a little. This might just draw you away from me, being with such a Damned creature as myself...
 
“No I haven’t,…, you’ve always been so, private”

My eyes peering around the room, spotting the scattered books; I’ve always loved books, feeling the release of your hand I walk to them, picking the first up and running my fingers over the leather binding, it looks feels, and smells old.

“I didn’t know you could read, well, whatever this language is,”

not recognizing the symbols on it at all. Spotting the note card,

“and can write it too.”

My eyes clearly wondering now, an inquisitive expression.

“what does it say?”
 
"That one is in Latin... The base of all languages, so they say, and through it, creations of medical terms and the such... 'The eyes are mirrors of the soul', this one says, this little passage here... I have been studying about some people's philosophy about souls, that has been my main focus..."

I was next to you swiftly, cool cheek against yours, finger brushing over the odd letters, most of which few recognized, and almost none knew anymore. Taking the book gently from your hold, I close it and place it atop the others, smiling back to you.

"It was an interest I took back in high school, before things got difficult... Been learning more and more ever since."
 
Feeling slightly nervous without the book in my hand, with you in your bedroom, surprised at its stark openness, so little furniture, but so neat and tidy.

“So, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”

It was meant to be a joke to lighten the mood and help with my nerves, but apparently the timing and delivery weren’t quite right as it failed to get a laugh. Your touch cool, my breathing ragged, not sure how to proceed. I shuffle back towards the bed your gaze suddenly a bit intimidating, like you are looking right through me.
 
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