Decadent Embrace
by Michelle Conneally
Sireen was a beautiful woman of twenty-five. Her flaming red
hair encased a face of flawless porcelain white. Her eyes were the
color of a clear green sea on a beautiful day. Sireen was also an ad-
venturous lass. Her love for travel topped any other favorite past time.
It was on one of her travels abroad that she met the stunning creature,
Monalito. He was an exquisite specimen of the male species. His long
black hair fell playfully around his shoulders. His eyes were like the
clear blue sky on a cold morning. His skin was pale and it shimmered
unnaturally. She thought he was of the Gods. What she did not know,
was that Monalito was an eight hundred year old vampire.
They met in Glastonbury, England, on the Isle of Avalon.
She knew then that this was the man with whom she wanted to spend
the rest of her life. They spent endless hours together talking about
everything under the Heavens. Her last mortal breath was drawn on
the topic of eternity.
Sireen sat on the couch in Monalito's flat. She stared into the
fire that burned warmly in the fireplace. Monalito leaned lazily
against the mantle. He watched the fire dance in Sireen's eyes and
was captivated by it. He asked her if she would stay with him forever.
Puzzled by his question, she looked up at him. He moved over to
her with feline like strides and slowly kneeled down between her legs.
He took one of her small hands into his and gazed deep into her eyes.
Sireen looked down at his hand and was
troubled by the cool feel of his skin. "Forever?" she asked, "That
is not possible." He smiled softly and pulled her up into him.
"Nothing is impossible my sweet," he said. He leaned into
her and brushed his lips softly over hers. "Then I will be yours
forever my love," Sireen replied. Her concern about his icy skin
left her mind as she allowed herself to be taken over by passion.
Monalito brought his hands up and cupped Sireen's face
tenderly. "Forever then, ma `chere," he said. Monalito began
to cover her face with soft, little kisses. He wrapped one arm about
her in a firm embrace. He gently moved her hair behind her ear
while he kissed the side of her face. Sireen tilted her head to one
side and closed her eyes. Monalito slowly made his way to her
neck, brushing little kisses on the way. He paused for a moment
and looked at her pulsing neck. He ran his slender fingers over
her neck, feeling the life that flowed beneath her skin.
He shivered slightly at the thought of having her, of tasting
her. He closed his eyes and let his hunger build. He inhaled deeply,
bringing her scent deep into his being. When he opened his eyes,
they were no longer the eyes of the deep, icy blue that Sireen
knew. His eyes were now the eyes of the beast, a clear, penetrating
yellow.
A growl rumbled deep within his throat as he opened his
mouth. He rested his fanged teeth on Sireen's warm, soft skin. Once
more he asked her, "Forever?" Sireen let out a soft moan, and
nodded her head slowly. Monalito bit down hard, plunging his teeth
deep into her warm, inviting flesh. Sireen's eyes flashed open, and
she opened her mouth as if to let out a silent scream. Monalito held
her in his strong arms as he drew hard upon her life.
Moments later, he had drained her to the point of death.
Monalito removed his blood soaked teeth from Sireen's neck, and
licked her wounds softly. Her body slumped forward, like a life-
less corpse, in his preternatural embrace. He brought his wrist to
his mouth and bite down into his flesh. He winced at the pain, but
he pushed the pain aside so that he could feel the complete ecstasy
of her feeding from him. He smiled as he watched the crimson liquid
run down his arm. He cradled the back of her head, and placed his
bleeding wrist upon her cool lips. "Drink my love, and I will be yours
until the end of time," he purred. Sireen opened her mouth and
allowed the warm liquid to flow in.
Monalito's eyes filled with
crimson tears as he watched her partake of his life. Sireen swallowed
the bittersweet liquid. She felt a strange burning sensation run
through her as his blood worked its way through her dying mortal
body. Monalito removed his wrist from her mouth. He then brought
his bleeding wrist to his mouth the lick the wounds. Monalito carried
Sireen to the couch and laid her there. He stepped back to watch her
transformation. Sireen's body trembled horribly as the immortal blood
ravaged her body. Her porcelain like skin took on the preternatural color
that Monalito held. When her trembling stopped, she opened her eyes to see
the world around her as she never had before. Her senses had multiplied one
hundred fold from her mortal nature.
Monalito held his hand out to her. She took
his hand and stood up. He led her outside and wrapped one arm about her
waist. Together, they walked into the night as he explained the laws and
traditions of their kind.
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