• I see him standing; he's so very far away. But his beauty still reaches out to me, caressing the very skin of my cheek. My breath left me at the sight of him and such fair, pale skin. His hair is unique -- a wonderful mess of deep chocolate tresses with two long strands that frame his too perfect face. His bangs obscure his eyes from me at first, casting a soft shadow over them in the way the dim light of the moon hit him. His lips were twisted into a charming smirk. He was so beautiful.

    My heart fluttered. I watched him from afar, frozen on the spot. He was looking toward me. An angel of darkness was staring toward me, smirking at me, silently beckoning me to approach him. My feet obeyed the order though something else within me told me to turn and run. I couldn't listen to that small plea in my mind. It was pushed aside, tossed to the curb like a piece of garbage. I was in a spell now.. under his spell.

    His touch was like ice, but even when it sent chills down my spine, it also sent a feeling of ecstasy through me. I shuddered, my eyes falling to a close as his fingers brushed down the side of my face from temple to jawline. I felt his other hand at my waist, limp, his touch feather-light. It was tantalizing in the way he touched me, the way I could feel his eyes upon me, searching my face and body. He was sizing me up.

    "Relax," came the sweet, velvet voice of the male, his lips brushing against my ear. Beneath the soft voice was a faint German accent. It was beautiful. At his command, I let my body slump a little, forcing myself to relax. Why I had been so tense was beyond me, but the voice was screaming at me again, telling me to push away and run. But his touch had me frozen and his breath fanning against the side of my face only made me want to stay instead.

    "I'll take care of you..."

    There it was. The sweet voice of his again. It was beautiful, charming. I found myself craving this stranger I didn't even know the name of. I wanted to run my fingers down his entire body, memorize him beneath my touch, kiss his cold lips..

    My eyes slowly fluttered open to meet a two pools of a shocking bright emerald; his eyes. Such beautiful eyes. They stood out so wonderfully against his pale skin and the dark hair that fell around his perfect face. I released a soft gasp, my eyes widening a fraction. I was lost in his eyes at that moment, and that had been made obvious to me when I suddenly realized he was holding me against him. I could feel his body against mine. Every muscle was defined, but he wasn't too buff. With my hands raised, I pressed them to his chest and I felt the muscles of his pectorals; they were like stone against my hands. Unable to help myself, my hands trailed between our bodies and I took the time to take in the detail of his body underneath the silk, black shirt he wore. He had the six pack of abs, each one carved beautifully and perfectly into his skin. My body shuddered unintentionally again..

    He seemed to find amusement in the way I was so entranced. I kept running my fingers along his chest, his sides, and down his arms. He loved the way I stared up at his bright eyes and the way my breathing would tremble when I exhaled. His hands slowly moved along my sides, moving from ribs to hips and to my back where he pressed me more firmly to his body. A gasp erupted from me again and I made to speak, but I was swiftly silenced by his lips.

    His kiss sent another wave of ecstacy over me. I groaned against his lips, my hands raising to cup his face. Like his lips, his pale skin was cold like death. I knew I shouldn't be here with him. I knew he wasn't what I was. He was something different. He was a predator of the night and I had been chosen as his prey. Yet... I couldn't draw away. He had me in his grasp. I was the unfortunate little butterfly that got caught in the spider's web.

    My back pressed to the wall behind me, his body still against me, pinning me down easily. I felt his leg move between mine, his knee pressing to the wall to make sure there was no chance for me to escape without tripping all over him. His hands were at my waist again, grasping my hips slightly and pressing them to his. I gasped against his lips, surprise evident. Just what in the world were his intentions? Was I a meal or a plaything?

    I felt his tongue run along my bottom lip and my body froze. His teases had me under his spell. So this was the way of the vampire... the way they easily caught their prey. My body pressed completely to the wall behind me as he pulled back. My eyes, which had been closed before, fluttered open partially and I stared up at him through lidded eyes. He was staring back at me, deliberately chuckling at the look I seemed to have on my face. I was dazed -- entranced even.

    It was then that I noticed the type of lust in his eyes. It was his bloodlust. His bright green irises were lined with a crimson red. He lusted for my blood and nothing more. I felt him lean in and only moments later did I feel his cold breath and lips against my neck, kissing in various places. I closed my eyes, a look of some strange sort of obscene pleasure washing over me. I never knew a vampire could affect me in such a way just by kissing me.

    Yet even as I was engulfed in a world of pleasure, terror was pricking me as well, trying to pull me back to my senses. I found myself trembling beneath him again, my breath leaving me in rapid, shaky breaths. It caused the male to glance up at me and smile softly. He brought his lips to my ear again and whispered, "It's okay... It'll be over soon."

    I must have given in for without even realizing it I relaxed again and my breathing returned to normal. I closed my eyes as his lips returned to my neck, kissing, nipping, sucking upon the flesh of my throat teasingly. However, it wasn't very long at all before I felt his fangs penetrate my throat deeply. I gasped loudly and that gasp was followed by a small whimper of pain. But the vampire was merciless when he drank my blood. My body was gradually growing weak and limp. His arms had to curl around my waist and one of his hands had to hold the back of my neck while he continued to drink me dry.

    My mind was in a haze by the time he drew back and my world was growing dark. I could still see his face, but it was oh so blurry. Still... before death took me.. I had to learn his name. That would satisfy me enough.

    "Your name..." I managed to whisper. It was all I could manage before my voice failed me.

    Through the blurriness I could see his bloodied lips curl into a smile.

    As my world grew dark I heard his name echo through my head in that soft, velvet voice of his.