Vampire Stalker (PM to join)

Her Livingroom was fairly simple and plain really. Not much to take note of other then the massive amounts of books. There wasn’t just romance novels either of course. There were horror novels, mysteries and also some other books. Some on Japan, some on ancient Egypt, some on mythology. There was even a dusty copy of the kama sutra tucked in the shelves.

The bedroom was small, the bed barely big enough for two people. The balnkets and things were unmade so she wasn’t really a neat freak obviously. Though otherwise it was a fairly tidy room. There were a couple of books on her night stand and an alarm clock. Even a picture of her and her mother.

The night stand drawer was open slightly and if he peered inside he would see… somewhat secret things. It was a woman’s night stand after all. There was a small locked journal as well as a pair of hand cuffs, a little blind fold, a bottle of… personal lubricant and a couple of vibrators. One was a small egg type vibrator with a wireless remote, the other was a rabbit toy.

Izumi wasn’t a perv by any means but she was a sexually active woman with needs. So she had her toys there, because she sure as hell didn’t have a boy friend anymore. Not after what Anthony tried to do.

She pushed open her apartment door and slid inside with a soft sight. She kicked the door shut lightly behind her and then wandered further in she dropped her new book onto the table with her keys and took a sip of her coffee. Reaching back she locked her door, and slid the chain lock into place as well. It might seem a little paranoid but she didn’t want to deal with anyone busting in on her. She sipped at her coffee as she slipped out of her shoes and wandered into the kitchen to dig around for something to eat.
 
Watching you as you kick the door shut seeing how you lock the door and put the chain lock on it. Wondering if your worried about Anthony or not wishing to talk to anyone at all even the girl from across the hall that barged in yesterday.

He stood there as you tossed the book down and started to look for something to eat. Smiling to myself as this was not something I had checked. I creep closer to try and see what you like to keep around for yourself in means of food and drink.
 
Izumi was fairly healthy when it came to how she ate. Other then of course, the coffee that she drank by the bucketfuls. She liked it, and if kept her energy up. She dug around in the refrigerator and eventually she came out with some lettuce, tomato, cheese, ham chunks, salad dressing. All the good fixings for a salad.

She juggled the food and eventually set it all out on the counter top. She washed her hands, and then washed the veggies. Eventually she pulled a bowl down so that she could toss the chopped up things into it. It didn’t take her long before she had a delicious salad all ready and prepared for herself.

She wiped her hands off carefully and put the leftovers away before she spread dressing over her salad and wandered toward the living room with her bowl and her coffee, a fork dangling out of her mouth. She set her things down carefully near the couch and then went and opened up the blinds that covered the large window.

Afterward she plopped onto the couch. She pulled the b owl into her lap and started to eat, eventually tugging her book over so that she could read while she ate. Once she finished eating the bowl of course was set aside and she continued to read, and likely would for some time that night. It was a nice distraction from all that had happened over the past few days. She wasn’t entirely sure why but the book made her think of her rescuer.
 
He watched as you preped the salad and how you seemed to be in your element and carefree at the moment. It wasnt very long until you where headed back into the living room as you wandered over to open the blind I snuck around to the door having heard foot steps in the hall. It was no big deal really this was an apartment complex not a house. Seeing no one of concern through your peep hole I moved like a ghost in your apartment.

Slowly walking back towards you to stand behind you as you sat and ate your meal. Seeing how you reached for the book I decided to try and understand you more by crouching low behind the couch not having to breath it made it easier to be this close to you without making a sound.

I started to read the book with you glad for once that I am not a slow reader and it would seem your not either I never have to wait for you to turn the page. I lean in closer my head just inches away from yours. I can smell you and heart your heart beat. Realizing somewhere in the back of my head that I am playing with fire as I have not feed yet this night and your right there so close

I stop myself from swallowing hard as I look around your neck how your bent over positioned on the couch giving me a good veiw and acess of your neck I stare at it a moment as I fight myself in trying to just bite into you now.
 
The book was an interesting one really and to her surprise it was rather intriguing. Starting out with a dizzying strange murder with a mad dash through city streets and the like. She quickly got rather wrapped up in the little novel reading through it curiously. She was a fast reader but not too fast. She was known for her speed reading in college but when she was reading for pleasure she tended to take her time as she much preferred to enjoy and be able to properly digest and understand what she was reading.

Her eyes moved along the page and soon she was at the stranger parts of the book involving a vampire and an offer of protection in exchange for submission. Not something she was particularly used to in books but it intrigued her none the less.

Izumi was completely and blissfully unaware of the being hovering so close to her, dangerously eyeing her long neck. She had a rather nice throat really. Long, slender, smooth, her pulse thumping close to the surface, and racing occasionally depending on what part of the book she was at. As it got surprisingly erotic and she wondered if she’d picked up an erotica book instead of a paranormal romance.

She giggled on occasion as she got to something particularly funny fumbling a blind hand forward occasionally to pick up her coffee and take a sip while she read. Thoroughly enjoying a quiet night and a nice book.
 
He couldnt help but grin as he read about the offer of protection for her submission to him. The book was different nothing like anything he had read either. Though he found some parts foplish but then again its about a vampire and so many people think they can do just about anything. Which is only kinda true. Each of us have different abilities depending on how the nature of our curse develops.

In the case of Kenshin his developed in to the control and use of shadows as means of camoflage and transportation eventually even manipulation. Others did not have these abilities some had similar abilities.

As the scene in the book became more erotic I got an idea in my head. I was reading the book and as the character touched the woman with his hand I conjured the shadows around and near you to allow you to feel it as well. You might just think your really into the book and its you rmind playing tricks on you. Then again maybe you will realize I dont know.
 
Izumi was not one prone to elaborate fantasies. Oh she’s though about things a time or two, enjoyed a thought and touched herself. But she has never fantasized deeply enough to feel a hand upon her skin. When she first felt the little caress she jumped and swallowed hard. Frowning slightly. She glanced down along her body but of course…. Nothing was there.

She froze and for an instant she let her mind process what she was feeling, and why. She could chalk it up, of course to the book and its erotic setting and all, but, it felt real, extremely real. Her own hands hadn’t done that, she would have noticed that of course.

Lightly, she squirmed along the couch, her breath catching. She didn’t want to admit how much she actually liked the way the shadow felt, how much she had enjoyed it. But it also scared her because she wasn’t sure if it was the result of an over active imagination, or maybe she was going crazy. She reached down and caressed over the spot he had curiously.
 
He noticed how you jumped he knew in a sense he was caught but all you would see in maybe a darker shadow across your skin than the rest of the room. I watched how you caressed the spot I touched. Grinning softly as I experiment a little caressing my shadowy hand down the side of your thigh as you sit there. I must admit I was surprised you had not yelled or something when you noticed.

Thinking maybe because you cant see it no one would believe you or that maybe you where starting to lose your mind. Though not knowing which made it a little hard to figure out if you where trying to figure out what was going on, enjoying it, or just silently in your mind freaking out and in total shock.

STill standing behind you as my other shadowy hand reaches up and caresses your cheek when the other slides down your thigh. Both would easily feel like the caress of a lover though would this maybe make you break and freak out?
 
Her heart began to pound as these phantom hands slid along her skin. She though at first that it might well be some… wind or something of the sort, her mind playing tricks. But it felt like someone or something was touching her. She did indeed think that she was losing her mind but she really didn’t want it to stop. She liked the way it felt.

A sigh escaped her lips and she bit her bottom lip softly. She was tense, but as the shadows caressed her cheek she closed her eyes and for a moment seemed to lose that attention. She seemed as if she was utterly starved for affection. Her hand lifted and touched the spot on her cheek that he had touched.

She wondered if it was a ghost, though she didn’t really believe in ghosts. She didn’t run and panic she didn’t see the point. Who was going to believe there was something touching her in her apartment. “Is someone there?” She asked, though she really didn’t expect an answer. She didn’t get up or run away. She wasn’t even really panicked. Mostly she was intrigued.
 
I watched you closely as I could see all the tension leave your bodt as my shadowy hands caressed your cheek. Your body went from rigid to relaxed rather quickly. Then I could finally see the curious look on your face. Seeing you looking around asking if someone was here. I grinned softly wondering if I should actually answer. It has been fun following you for the last few das but there is the possiblity I could have more if I revealed myself or turn you into a paranoid individual. I finally decided to stay quiet.

Though I would answer you as well. I moved one hand from you and made it float into your kitched spilling some flour onto your counter top. Allowing you to hear the cabinets open the flour pour out not hiding it at all so you can see and think that yes I am a ghost.

The flour floated to the counter making a nice mess that when I chose to would be able to write in it. Waiting patiently for you to come and check it out.
 
Izumi had never really believed in ghosts before so she wasn’t really afraid but the idea that it might be a ghost was there within her mind. She swallowed hard as she sat there. She was a little afraid she couldn’t help being afraid really but she wasn’t so scared she might bolt of course. Mostly because of her naturally curious personality.

When she heard the cabinets open she blinked glancing up toward her kitchen. She stayed still a moment and let out a long careful breath. Slowly she sat her book aside, so that her page was still kept and then she rose. Grabbing her salad bowl to put it in the sink.

She moved toward the kitchen rather slowly. Afraid of what she might find when she got there. She paused as she reached the kitchen starring at the flour spread out on the counter top. She shook her head. She moved to the sink and set the bowl and fork in it then eyed the flour on the counter. “If you’re a ghost you’re a very messy ghost.” She commented looking somewhat amused, though still rather nervous.
 
The hand moving through the flour spelling slowly and then wiping the words away to write the next always allowing you time to read it befoe dusting it back away.

Sorry for the mess.

Have a calk board?

dry erase board?

Smiling softly as I watched you thinking alteast i can talk with you a bit now get to know you not just figure you out from your stuff and your actions.
 
She blinked as letters started to form in the flour, her eyes growing huge and her heart pounding. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing and she swallowed hard, fear and curiosity making her almost giddy. She couldn’t help but laughing at the first message.

“Sure your sorry. I’m the one that has to clean it up.” She teased slightly but shook her head looking utterly baffled.

As more appeared she couldn’t believe her eyes. “This is so not really happening.” She shook her head slightly and reached up rubbing her eyes.

She moved away from the counter eagerly utterly curious about this being that was now in her house, she had no idea though what it was and guessed wrongly that it might be a ghost or something. She didn’t believe in ghosts but… she was starting to rethink it. “I’m dreaming. I got to be dreaming.” She stood on her tip toes and reached up above the fridge. On top of it was a small dry erase board she had for writing things she needed to remember on. It had a small marker with it.

“Like this?” She asked holding it up and wandered back to the living room to sit nervously on the couch. She set the board and marker down next to her.
 
I watched as you got up on your toes to reach the hidden dry erase board. Seeing a pen attached to it with and eraser on the end. I started to manipulate the marker with my shadowy hands. THe cap coming off and clicked onto the end. I started to write again this time with actual utensils.

Sorry if I scared you I didnt mean too.

I have been watching you for a little while and you seem kind of lonely up here by yourself.
 
She sat there, curling against he corner of the couch. She watched as the marker moved on its own looking utterly stunned. She hadn’t expected it to happen. She laughed out loud and leaned forward to read what it said.

The first comment made her giggle softly, the second caused her eyebrows to lift slightly. She glanced around the room again and swallowed hard. She curled her arms around herself slightly.

“Watching me for awhile?” She asked looking stunned. “I don’t believe in ghosts…” She denied softly and then a thought occurred to her and she had to wonder if she was just talking to herself. She really hoped she wasn’t going nuts. “ Are you… male or female?” She asked finally.
 
Male.

*The pen stays still.*

Do you have questions I will try and answer what I can.

As the second line is written the shadowy hand once again slides over your cheek caressing you. Cupping your cheek delicately in its grasp yet almost in a posessive way. This might make you recall things in your book maybe not.

I stood a ways away watching you. Eyes focused on you. Taking in everything about you that I can. Knowing I will try hard not to lie to you but also that I might omit somethings as well atleast for now.
 
Somehow she wasn’t surprised that this ghost or whatever it was, was male. It just seemed fitting given the caresses that she had felt. When she felt his hand again along her cheek, she smiled softly. She felt that possession in the way he touched her and couldn’t help but think of her book.

Something else came to mind as she sat there and she tilted her head slightly. Remembering her erotic dream the night before. She almost never had erotic dreams and she couldn’t help but wonder if it had been him that made her have that dream.

“Where you here last night? When I was sleeping?” She asked curiously biting nervously at her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure why she liked the idea of a ghost or phantom teasing her. “You probably saw what Anthony did too… Sorry about that… he wont be coming around anymore.”
 
Yes I saw what happened, and yes I was here when you slept.

Sorry if I was rude while you slept. I could not help myself especial as it seemed you where enjoying it so.

I have followed you a little outside would you like me to let you know Im around with a touch?

*Much of the words crammed onto the little board earasing old messages as needed to make room for new ones. Very curious as to how you take the news of your "ghostly" tease, and that I have followed you around outside of here as well.
 
Izumi was more then a little surprised when he confessed to having been there last night. When he confessed to having teased her that night. Her heart started to pound slightly and she reached up rubbing her chest lightly. She was scared but excited too. It was just so strange and a little hard to believe. How did she not know she was going crazy?

She nibbled lightly at her bottom lip eyeing the text on the board. She was surprised he followed her around outside of the house. She thought ghosts were bound typically to structures though she supposed she didn’t really know that much about ghosts.

“Yes… you can let me know when your around…” She managed softly and licked her lips nervously. “So you were touching me while I was having that… naughty dream last night?” She asked shaking her head. “I thought it was just a really intense dream.” She paused and tilted her head. “Why are you here?”
 
He heards the question and knew what you ment and also that he did not really feel like trying to play word games with you so I decide to answer the spirit of the question and not the words.

"I find you enteresting. I cant put a finger on it per say why. Though your not like other people around your. Your not an air head gossip eater like that girl next doot."

Truth is I had watched her some as well though just to try and get a feel for your surroundings more. I found watching her not only boring but tiresome. She would not stay off her phone and watching those crapy reality tv shows that are nothing but drama.
 
She couldn’t help but laugh when she read that, her eyes glittering with amusement as she read it. She didn’t much like her friend next door and really they didn’t hang out that much. She had a powerful suspicion that she was probably sleeping with Anthony too. Not that she cared so much anymore really.

Nibbling her bottom lip, she sat back against the couch. “She is a pain in the ass isn’t she?” She asked though she didn’t expect a response from that. Reaching out, she gripped her coffee and then drank down the last of it with a sigh. She lifted her arm tossing the empty cup in to the trash across the room.

“Can you tell me your name? Or is that against… ghosty rules?” She asked curiously.
 
drawing a little smilie as you ask for my name.

Well if you ask nice I might share it Izumi. Thats not against the rules, though dont bother trying to look me up on one of your databases Im to old to be in one of them.

Grinning softly as I hear you knowing that even though I tell you that its likely you will try and do a search or something about the name I give you still deciding if I will give you my real name or something to call me instead while we communicate like this.

Tell me what do you think of talking to me?
 
Oh she did want to look him up on the computer if she learned his name but if he was that old he might well not come up on anything she could find. She sighed and pouted just a little. Showing that, that had been exactly what she had planned to do.

Though of course, his use of her name didn’t escape her. Then again if he was watching her the past couple of days then it made sense that he at least know her name. She wondered what it was like to be a ghost. Though she didn’t ask she certainly wondered. It was interesting that he could touch her but he couldn’t be seen or talk. That baffled her ha little bit.

She tipped her head as she saw the next message and she smiled softly. “It’s very strange.” She managed softly. “I never really believed in ghosts before… and I’ve never talked to one before. But… it does make me feel less alone. It is kind of creepy, watching nothing write but…” She shrugged her shoulders slightly. Then suddenly her cheeks turned pink. “I cant imagine what you’ve seen… after last night… geeze! You saw me completely naked!” She turned red with embarrassment.
 
That I have. I wont lie I have been bad. I have watched you sleep naked, I touched you while you slept even. I watched you before Anthony showed up.

I could see the red in your face. I had expected this sooner or later. I had a half thought out plan. Though I have never confirmed I was a ghost to you I have also never corrected you.

I showed myself once. Do you remember?

Wondering if you would put the sudden stranger and the appearance together. It was a stretch but in light of things not a big one. I waited patiently for your answers loving the sound of your voice.

My name is Fuma Kenshin.
 
Her blush only depend of course as he wrote, knowing that he’d seen her naked, seen the wrather erotic thing that happened the night before, hell from what she gathered he’d even been touching her. It would make sense as to why it had all felt so utterly potent. She nibbled at her bottom lip as she sat there, eyeing the dry erase board.

As he told her that he had showed himself once she frowned slightly. She didn’t remember every seeing him before. She reached up her fingers tapping along her lips, a thoughtful habit she had sometimes. She wiggled where she sat.

“I like your name.” She managed after a few moments. “I don’t remember ever seeing a gho….” She stopped as she pondered it. “You were there when Anthony attacked me?” She wondered if it was him. The idea that it might be had her smiling… she had thought about that man more then once. He had been handsome, very handsome, she wondered how he had gotten into her apartment so fast.
 
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