� Gustav, have we received anyone else tonight?� She questioned as her servant moved towards her. Her accent was crisp French, her Latin flawless. Only commoners spoke the common tongue, those of noble birth and blood spoke Latin, French, Germanic and a couple of other colorful languages. She had to teach Gustav this; he was unexpectedly a very eager student and a quick learner. He might do well with the embrace she mused.

�No, milady, we have not. Does milady require anything?� He waited obediently for her to say something else; she did not speak again, dismissing him with but the barest movement of her exposed left hand. He bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Rising out of her chair, she moved towards the large rectangular window of glass and looked out over the vast blackness, the darkness that has been her existence for nearly three centuries. Bowing her head, she allowed her mind to travel back to the time when her sire was with her during her first nights as a Cainite, as a vampire. It was an odd time, one of many adjustments. Was it the same for my childe? she asked herself silently. Brining her hand up she let it trail over the rough-cut stone of the wall before her it felt oddly electrifying beneath her silky fingers. No matter how long she had yet to survive, the smallest things still seemed to thrill her still.

Turning round, she looked back over towards her desk and chair, and with a barely audible moan, she walked back over to it and sat down. She had to finish this soon she has spent many long nights working on this book. In it, her childe and her childer after will be able to read this and understand though slightly, what it was like for them at this time in human and Cainite history.

A knock roused her from her parchment and musings, turning her head towards the door she looked annoyed by the interruption, � Come.� She said curtly as she turned halfway round in her chair to face the door. Gustav bustled in and bowed.

� Milady, you have a visitor. He asks to see you.� Gustav looked either repulsed by something or disgusted; no matter she�d inquire later.

� Show him in Gustav, bring my bottle of wine up from the cellar and two goblets.� Rising once more she walks over to one of the chairs near the fireplace and had a seat, she spent some time smoothing the skirt of her dress, loving the sensation of her hands gliding along the fabric. What would the night bring to her now? She felt too tired for this, but a visitor meant she would possibly get more information that she needed to further her book along. Impatiently she waited as Gustav took his time in bringing her newest arrival.

Shortly after she grew in annoyance the door to the room opened and Gustav walked in, behind him came a sight the lady was obviously not ready for. She covered her disgust admirably.

Part Two still to come�

In perfect horror I recoiled as the pale hand beckoned. Eyes widening I tried to take a step back only to find out. I could not. What did this creature want? A cool hand slipped around my neck and pulled me gently but firmly forward.

I felt unable to move to strike out against this ghastly thing before me. It spoke in a soft soothing tone, � No harm will come to you. You�re my wondrous beauty. This night and everyone there after will are your's to do as you wish." He said to me. I shuddered slightly as he bent his head toward my neck. Inside I began to panic, my mind danced and whirled with to many thoughts. His grip on the back on my neck felt like that of solid stone. Yet it yielded a softness that seemed unnatural to me. " No . . . " I heard myself say over and over. I think he laughed at me. This tall slender monster with eyes like emeralds. So entrancing was this creature that I would have yielded to him in an instant, but my mortal mind knew this was a dead thing and I had to struggle. I had to fight to save my soul.

He felt like solid stone as he pressed himself against me. My hands were on his shoulder. I pushed and kicked as hard as I could to get him away from me. He merely laughed at me and leaned forward more into the nape of my neck. No breath touched my neck. I began to shake harder as this demon held me to him. " No." I told him." You can't do this to me." My eyes began to well with tears as my fists pounded him. He slipped an arm around my waist and lifted me off the ground as he kissed my neck softly. So cold I thought. I felt a sharp stab of pain in my neck. His mouth locked onto my neck, he moaned softly against me.

My body went ridged for a moment as the sharp fangs pierced my flesh. My lips parted long enough for a soft sigh to escape. I sagged against him as his arm tightened around my waist as if he meant to pull me into him completely. I knew he was draining me of blood. Stealing my life from me like monsters do. I felt such rapture in his embrace. I loved him in that moment. I wanted him in anyway I could possibly have him. This cold being, this dead thing, that held me close that loved me in his own way.

My eye lids felt heavy as did my limbs. It felt like someone was pinning me down. I couldn�t move. My head dropped forward onto his shoulder. My heart was slowing. I was dying. My mind panicked. My body wouldn�t respond to the urges from my brain to fight and move away from him to save myself before it was too late. I wanted to live and yet I wanted to die in the same instance if it meant I could be with this creature forever. To stalk the night like legends do.

He pulled back from me slightly and pressed his now warm lips to my ear and whispered, � Ask for it my beauty. Ask for the elixir that will save you from death.� I couldn�t open my eyes and as I struggled to open my mouth and speak my voice sounded strange to me. So dry my throat. � Yes . . . want it . . . please.�

He had made a small cut on his neck for me. His hand slipped through my hair and moved it pressing my mouth gently against his neck. I felt something hot on my lips, it moved over them into my mouth. Hot stinging liquid. My tounge slipped out of my mouth and flicked against the wound he had made for me. My mouth locked against his neck as he cradled me like a child terrified of the darkness. Sweet warm blood poured fourth into my mouth. I could feel it course through every part of my body, heating me as it went. My arms slid back around him and as hard as I could be I crushed him against me. He was lovingly rubbing the small of my back and running his hand through my hair. I pulled and sucked the blood from him in great droughts. I couldn�t get enough of his blood, our blood.

With a gentle hand he pushed me back away from him. My mouth wide and my brow furrowed. I felt like a child who had her favorite toy taken from her. He smiled at me and spoke once again softly to me, � I have much to teach you about our kind. But for now I must help you deal with one death none of us ever wants to face . . . our own.� For the first time I noticed his accent. He was obviously English by birth. Thick it was and so very proper. His manner also spoke this to me. He reached out to me, a perfect pale hand. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me to him. He brushed his lips against mine. So cold again. I kissed him back like a lover would. He turned taking me with him. His cold hand finding mine, lacing his fingers around me. My eyes were wide as I looked at the world around me. Everything looked fresh and new, yet it stayed the same. I think he was watching me this perfect specimen of the thing I had become. I turned to look at him, his eyes seemed to dance in the limited light around us.

He was beautiful to me. His hair was the color of a raven, so black against the sky you would have thought he had taken a piece of it to adorn himself with. His hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. I longed to run my hands through it. He was dressed in modern fashion. Straight cut blue jeans that were snug in places. A starched white T-shirt that fit tight across his chest, showing his broad well-carved chest. When I said, his eyes were like emeralds I meant it. As if they were made just for him. They had such depth I could have stared at them for hours. He smiled at me with those perfect white teeth. His fangs caught a glint of light off a street lamp. It was a dazzling sight to behold. This man this perfect creature. This dark angel in a world of light.

� Where are we going?� I asked him as we moved through the near dark streets of San Francisco. Not many people were about at this hour. My stomach cramped and I looked at him in pure panic. He slipped his arm around my waist and lead me to his hotel. I knew a strange hunger like I had never known. There was more to this pain that wracked my body. I reached up and gripped his arm as a spasm of pain coursed through me.

He didn�t take me directly to the hotel. Instead he walked with me down these sparsely lit streets in search of fresh warm blood. He knew I had to feed. It would help with the pain of this death I was experiencing. Soon enough we happened upon my prey. She was walking down the street looking around as if to say no one and nothing will sneak up on me. He nodded at me then motioned to her discretely. I pulled away from him reluctantly and approached her.

� Are you okay?� I asked as I got within a foot of her. She had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her body was as I could tell near perfect. I longed for her I could smell the blood within her. She furrowed her brow a little and spoke softly, � I just hate walking at night alone you know. Your a woman you should understand that.� I nodded and she relaxed visibly.

I offered to walk with her a little ways to make her feel at ease. She smiled and started to walk again. As we neared an alley I quickly slapped my hand over her mouth and pulled her with a force and strength I didn�t know I could possess into the dark alley. She struggled against me as I pressed her close to me. She tantalized me. My senses were going crazy. I turned her around and smiled darkly.

� Shhhhhhhh now. Do not struggle so soon you will feel no pain.� I pulled her close to me as she fought with all her strength which was to say limited compared to mine. Her chest heaved as she sucked in breath after breath. Her skin was hot against mine. Oh how I longed for her wanted her. Like one craves the touch of their lover. I looked up into her wide doe eyed gaze and smiled. I pressed my mouth against her hot, salty neck and kissed her softly. She shuddered slightly. I could feel her stiffen against me as I sank my fangs into her neck. Her blood splashed the back of my throat rushing into my body. I couldn�t help it I wanted her. I moaned loudly as I took drink after drink. So sweet, so warm this wonderful liquid. And I would drink blood for many years to come.

I could hear her heart slowing as I had not to long ago heard my own do. I wanted to suck every drop of blood out of her body. She was mine in this instant. My lover my victim. I was a greedy child who wanted it all and would do what she could to take it. She moaned a little as she went limp in my arms. Was she thinking the same things I had though when it was my dark angel doing this to me?

When her heart stopped I pulled away from her and looked at her. So serene she looked in the shroud of death. And I had brought her death the greedy monster that I am. Forever to feed on life. She was beautiful even as I laid her down and hid her body among the discarded cardboard boxes and stray newspaper. I turned and exited the alley to find my angel watching me with a smile on his face.

I loved him so much. He held his hand out to me and I eagerly slipped my hand into his. The pain vanished after I sated my unnatural hunger on the poor woman. I pulled him close putting my arms around him and leaned in kissing him one more. The taste of her was still lingering in my mouth and I wanted him to know the sweetness of her blood.

� Come on now Keegan. We have much to do still while there is something left of the night.� His smile could light any room he chose to enter. With it he could command Kings to do whatever he chose. And I was his and he was mine. And that is all I wanted. . . for now. There were so many things I wanted to ask him. Which tales of vampires were true. Or were there tales unknown to mortals. Different from the one I had been told. Hand in hand we walked through the streets on that cool summer evening. My eyes lingered here and there, but he was as gently as he could prodding me along. We walked up to an old looking Roadster. Impeccable it was. I could have sworn this car came right off the show room floor.

Such a gentlemen opening the car door for me. I slipped into the passenger side of the car. The smell of leather was strong mixed with Aspen cologne. I loved this smell and I wanted it to permeate every article of clothing I had on. After closing my door he went around to the driver�s side and got in. I chuckled a little realizing I didn�t need my seat belt. Did dead things worry about such things? He smiled at me as he started the car. The engine roared to life, like a great purring cat. He sped off where at that point I didn�t know.

� Why so quite my pet?� He asked me in the same soft tone he used over and over. I glanced at him and smiles softly.

� Things seem so much more alive David. Much more then I ever knew. I find myself drawn to things as if I had never laid eyes on them before.� I was enamored with my surrounding and the things in it. The petals of a flower looked different. I could make out every tiny line in those soft colorful petals. He hit the freeway. The I-10 was desolate this time of night. No other vehicles as far as the eye could see on the vast stretch of high way. I was watching things pass us at great speeds. I was fascinated with everything. To a degree just between you and I, I still am. Some things will always pull me into a void of staring for hours.

The wind made my long dark hair tumble about wildly as he drove fast into the night. I delighted in the sensations of the wind passing over me. As my hair tickled my face and arms. Smiling broadly I looked over at him. He winked at me then pulled off the ramp that would take us to Sausalito.

I thought of her again. The sweetness of her consumed me for the moment. I could still feel my arms around her as I stole her life�s blood. My eyes drifted closed for a moment as my mind flashed back to the scene of my hunger. Her hot breath washing over my face. The smell of her blood enticing me. I began to hunger again for the taste of her. For the scent of her jasmine perfume mingled with her blood and I could still smell it on my hands. In my hair. I believe I moaned softly as I thought of these things. I wanted her again. For the feel of her body pressed against mine. Yes I loved her too but more simply then I loved David. Her blood pounded through me. It warmed my cold skin and brought color to my cheeks and lips once more. But of course at that time I hadn�t gotten a good look at myself to know this just yet.

I felt his hand brush my cheek bringing me back to the present. I smiled and opened my eyes. We were parked in front of a grand hotel. My eyes washed over it as a valet opened the door for me. I stepped out and looked at him. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest. I hungered for this one as I had done the girl hours past. He smiled nervously at me then shut the door once I was further away.

� Welcome to Casa Madrona Ma�am.� he said in a slightly shaky voice. David had by this time rounded the car and had taken my hand once more in his.

He was leading me into this place full of light. House keeping was busy cleaning the large expansive lounge where many people had been but hours before. The place was thick with the smell of salt and blood. Cigar smoke lingered here. As did the smell of old wood. It was a rich scent that seemed very approiate for this grand Victorian styled Motel. He lead me to the front desk where a small petite looking woman was standing and smiling as they approached.

� Any messages for me?� He asked her as he gave my hand a soft squeeze. She bent down and searched for a moment then straightened and looked back at him.

� No Mr. Woodward, nothing just now. Will you require anything before you retire?� She smiled and her eyes seemed to dance as I looked at her.

� No nothing right now. Make sure to tell house keeping not to enter my room today. I work long hours and I am behind. They can come after I go out tomorrow night.� He nodded to her and pulled me along gently, which meant I had to stop staring at the girl. She seemed to notice my eyes on her and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks.

Once we reached the elevators he pulled me very close to him. I smiled at him and he leaned down to kiss me once more. The thrill of his lips and his touch sent tiny shocks throughout my body. He was mine utterly mine. No one could keep him from me. And I feel sorry for the foolish one who tries to come between us. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him and that he was mine forever. He pulled me into the elevator with him. The look on his face was pure impish mischief and I adored it. He had something on his mind and I wanted to know what.

A few minutes later the door opened and he yanked me out laughing very softly. I had no choice but to follow him. His strength alone could have torn my arm from the socket. His urges were gentle but I could sense in him that he was eager to have me alone. Soon enough we stood before the door. Into his pocket his perfect hand went then out it came with one of those new cards for the doors. In it went and then in we went. I walked further in while he hung the � Do not Disturb� sign on the door.

The room has three large bay styled windows, all covered in heavy thick, dark blue, velvety curtains. There was a large fire place in the central part of the room. Stacked neatly with four logs in case a fire was wanted. A high four poster bed in white pine took up a good portion of the room. Two Victorian styled chairs stood next to a small mahogany table that held a green glassed vase brimming with roses and baby�s breath.

Sitting on the mantel over the fire place is a well carved Carousel horse. The brilliantly painted white, the decorations on the horse are breath taking. Roses and carnations and ivy run the length of the statue. It has a golden colored pole going through the center of it. It looks as if it could come to life and prance around the length of the room. I smiled as I saw it and ran a finger over it�s delicate back. I wandered around the room enthralled by the colors and textures of the room.