A dark street, desolate of any mortal souls that might bear witness to a lonely figure moving quickly through the shadows. The only sound that betrayed my presence was the steady clacking of the rhinestone high heels I had chosen to wear, resounding on the ice-cold bricks of the pavement. The night was drenched with a cutting frost, and my breath left a white mark in the air. I grasped the chiffon scarf I had draped around my neck to shield me from the elements, and buried my face in it.
We had been talking online for several nights, flirting, teasing, and finally, in a moment of spontaneous passion, we had decided to meet. I thought back on his invitation, and what the deeper meaning behind it might be. I wasn't fooled to think he might have some sense of love for me, nor was it what I was looking for. I had love. Tonight was about excitement, adventure, about letting go of all restrictions and feeling alive in the moment.
I couldn't think of Quinn, or what he might think or say when he found out. I had left Blackwood Farm quite suddenly, only revealing to him I was taking a trip to Europe, and that I would be back before long. But he had not known the purpose of that trip. He had not known I intended to throw myself into the arms of another.
I felt a sharp sting in my heart. Can vampires feel remorse? I didn't know, but I could not turn back now. I needed this for myself, I needed it for who I would be in a distant future, and I needed it, oddly enough, for Quinn. Perhaps by having one last night of intimacy, I would be able to put all the more conviction into my vows. "For as long as you both shall live," but what if you're already dead?
I saw Quinn's face before me, envisioned the pain in his eyes that would surely be there when I told him. But the image was overtaken by that of another, and it was he who had me magnetized now, the reason I walked through a dark European street, my heart pounding furiously in anticipation of what was to come.
I looked up and saw a man's obscure outline under the faint glow of a lantern. It was him, and I halted my breath to a full stop. Would he be everything I had come to expect from murmured words here and there, from small traces left in a virtual world? It was but a mere second that I was allowed to ponder, as suddenly he vanished!
I ran to the place where he had stood, my heels thundering in the night air. Where had he gone? I looked into the street that crossed the one I was in, and saw him at the far corner, waiting for me. I walked towards him, and again, he disappeared. He was leading me.
I followed him for a short while through a downtown neighbourhood until finally we reached a hotel. The words "Kyriad Prestige" were imprinted over the entrance. The door was left open and a warm inviting light poured from it. I quickly entered and was welcomed by a spacious and tasteful interior. He stood at the bottom of the flight of stairs leading up to the rooms and continued his game, until I saw a long corridor, all doors closed except for one. I drew a deep breath and slipped into the room, closing the door behind me.
It was luxurious and comfortable. A thick red carpet stretched from wall to wall, dark wooden furniture placed thoughtfully to add to the overwhelming impression of sophistication and safety. The velvet curtains that reached all the way down to the floor were drawn shut, and a single candle was lit, giving to the whole a sensuous quality.
I was not given much time to muse over my surroundings, as quite suddenly I heard a voice whisper in my ear.
"So you have come."
I gently bit my bottom lip and inhaled his scent. My head swam with images, and I could feel myself trembling slightly. His presence burned me.
"We agreed that I would, didn't we?"
It was more a statement than a question.
His hands grabbed the scarf I wore and took it off, carelessly discarding it. He pressed against me and pushed my hair aside, letting his lips caress the nape of my neck. I sighed, letting go off all tension. His hands slipped around my waist and pulled me closer.
"Are you sure it is wise for you to be here, witch?"
"If you are suggesting I didn't think this through, you're wrong. I have, and I know what I want."
"Hmmm, and what's that?"
His hands were sliding lower, following the curves of my body down to my hips.
"Well, we won't tell Quinn, will we?"
I turned around to face him. He was definitely handsome, the white sheen of his skin beautifully contrasting with the darkness of his hair, which was tied back with a ribbon. A crystalline pair of brown eyes seemed to stare into my very core, demanding that I relinquish all control. I had not come to be a slave to him tonight, and yet his beauty intoxicated me, drugging me to be a mindless puppet, given over to his will.
I let my coat slip off and fall to the floor, revealing the black dress I had chosen to wear for him this evening. It was a short dress, with a deep V-cut neck line and a ruffled skirt, tightly hugging my figure, and perfectly opposing the innocence of the ribbons in my hair. He wore a silk ruby shirt and a dark pair of trousers. My fingers slid over the silk, and I could feel the hardness it tried to cover. Somewhere hidden deep within was a heart that did not beat for me, but was soon to release its secrets to me none the less.
I grabbed the silk more firmly, and pulled at it, tearing it from his form and revealing an ivory chest. So unlike a mortal man's, so unlike Quinn, who was still warm and supple. I kissed him, ran my fingers through his hair, and felt him do the same to me. We were tangled in a bloodless kiss.
He drew back and tore off my dress in one quick motion. I was naked, and I felt him soak me up with his eyes. I fired up and placed one hand flat on his chest, returning the favor to his pants, despite his moan as the fabric ripped away from his hips. Now we were even.
I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck, my legs clung around his waist, and I sank my teeth in his throat. The blood instantly welled up and met me in a blinding fury, rich, decadent, drowning out the world and the eternal buzz of mortal voices. I drifted in a black sea, stars the only witnesses to the utter abandon with which I sucked all life out of him. I felt the prick of his fangs on my throat and then there was nothing but passion, the deafening thunder of two immortal hearts feeding each other.
A church bell in the distance. We were lying on a bed, the sheets stained with an obscure red. I let the sharp nails of my right hand dug into his flesh, springing up little drops of blood. Hungrily I lapped these up before the wounds closed.
I lowered my head to rest on the muscles of his strong body. I sighed and smiled. Yes, this had been the right thing to do.
My vision danced over the items scattered throughout the room. I saw a black case, and I knew what was in it. It was his violin, the material possession he cherished above all other things. Stories of his skill had spread across nations, inspiring a faint hope for all mortals who knew of it, that one day they would hear those notes and see the music floating across the sky for them as he lowered his bow and played from the deepest parts he owned.
I lifted up my head and looked at him.
I pointed at the violin.
"Would you play it for me?"
And he did.