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This was written for someone very special to me. She was in my mind as I wrote it.

 Night Kiss

“Is this seat taken?” asked the statuesque woman with hair colored like the wings of a raven.

The short blonde said, “I guess not.”

The woman looked at her with the cold black eyes and said, “You aren’t sure if someone is sitting at the table with you?”

Taken aback, the girl said with more assertiveness, “No one is sitting there.”

The woman sat without being invited and asked, “Are you attracted to me?”

“I don’t know you,” said the girl.

“Is your name not Carolyn?” asked the dark haired woman.

“How did you know that?” asked the perturbed girl.

The woman’s laughter was warm, but carried a chilling undertone. She said, “You have called me to visit you so many times. You have been with me in your dreams.”

“I think you are insane,” said Carolyn.

Her smiled was bright and knowing as the woman asked, “Have you not called my name in your dreams? Have you not sat at the window looking out into the night and whispered, ‘Gabrielle, please, I know you are out there’”?

Carolyn stood abruptly, her chair sliding backward and crashing into the wall. Before she could run for the door, cold long fingers grabbed her hand and the dark woman said, “Sit, we don’t need a scene in here.”

Tentatively Carolyn retrieved her upturned chair and sat back down at the table. Her voice shook as she said, “You can’t be her… you don’t exist.”

Gabrielle leaned over the table, kissed the girl on the lips, her cold breath brushing her face as she asked, “Is that not the kiss in your dreams?”

Her voice trembling as she replied, “It is…”

The woman smiled and said, “I heard your calls for help and am here to answer them. Its time for you to become mine.”

Sometimes fantasies are meant to remain just that, but hers could become reality with one word. She had said those words a million times in her dreams, but could she say them in reality? For the moment she could only stare at the woman, her voice frozen with trepidation.

“If you wish me to leave, then I will. I go only where I am wanted,“ said the woman as she stood.

As if having a life of its own, her mouth opened and said, “No Mistress…please… don’t go.”

The woman turned, her presence commanding attention. She said, “Then come with me.”

Carolyn stood and silently followed the woman from the tavern. The night air was cool and caused Carolyn to shiver. She noticed the taller woman seemed to feel no effect from the chilling wind. Gabrielle turned to face the girl and kissed her passionately. The woman who had the touch of ice, seemed to be on fire. The smaller girl collapsed into the arms of the taller one. All fears and trepidations vanished.

The kisses lasted for minutes. When the woman broke them, she said, “Its time for us to go. Its time for you to join me in my home.”

The thought that the woman might have a home never occurred to Carolyn. She asked no questions about the home, but followed her friend, clinging tightly to her arm. The approaching storm had the sky hidden with a veil of dark clouds. The path was bathed in darkness as Carolyn wondered how the woman could see to find her way, but then she remembered what she was…if she was truly the woman in her dreams.

The wind became colder as they walked. It bit deeply into her body, making her nearly regret following the woman, but it was Gabrielle’s warmth and essence that kept her going. Still, she wanted them to reach their destination, or any place that might protect them form the cold wind.

Just as Carolyn was about to ask where they were going, the woman stopped and said, “We are at my home.”

The girl looked around, her eyes searching for something to focus on. They finally found something in the inky darkness. She stared at the tombstone, looked at Gabrielle, and asked, “What do you mean we are at your home?”

 A few steps more and they were standing before a large granite wall. Gabrielle said, as she pushed the monolithic stone causing it to slide backward and into the inky void, “This is my home.”

Fear catapulted the girl away from the woman as she said, “You can’t live in a graveyard.”

Gabrielle’s smile was warm and inviting…it seemed to make even the cold wind less offensive. She said, “I live in here, dear, not the graveyard.”

Carolyn said, “You are insane, no one lives in a mausoleum.”

Her voice had a soothing effect as she said, “Come inside out of the cold, things will be better once you are inside.”

Hesitantly Carolyn followed the temptress inside the dark, moldy, mausoleum. The younger girl strained to see in the darkness, but even Gabrielle standing next to her was lost. Yet, the woman holding her hand led her into the room as if it were daylight. Once inside torches on the walls, as if by magic, came alive with dancing flames.

With the torches creating constantly changing shadows in the darkness, Gabrielle took the girl in her arms and kissed her passionately. At that moment the younger girl forgot where she was and what danger she might be in. The kiss was as warm and inviting as any she had ever known. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, then she was truly experiencing it. Gabrielle ended the kissed and said, “I did not come to you by accident. I have searched the world over for someone that could keep me company in my eternal journey. I heard your heart sing out to me in a melody that soothed me.”

“I don’t understand how you could hear my heart or anything about me?” asked Carolyn.

The woman laughed, not in a mocking tone, but one of happiness. She said, “You will know soon enough what its like to hear the beat of a million hearts, to hear each with its on distinct song.”

Carolyn looked at her with eyes filled with confusion. Her heart beat harder… the fear within was mixed with a strange desire, but somewhere in those emotions came trust. She said, “I feel compelled to trust you. For some reason I know you would do nothing to harm me.”

There was something in Gabrielle’s smile, something the girl couldn’t define. It was as if that smile held some secret. It was a secret that would soon be revealed.

Gabrielle led the girl to a small crypt and with the ease of a man, lifted the girl and set her on the cold stone surface. She then kissed her as she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. With a flick of Gabrielle’s long fingernail, the light cotton bra that Carolyn wore fell away to reveal large breast. The older woman gently kissed a cold stiff nipple.

Carolyn sucked in the cool damp air as she felt desire begin to rage within her. She moaned, “Oh yess…please yess.”

Practiced hands worked slowly and deliberately to removed the girl’s blouse, skirt, and panties. She eased her backward until she as lying on the, cold, damp stone. Even though the stone chilled her, it seemed to only enhance her feelings, her desire…her passions for the dark woman.

The woman kissed each hard nipple and then kissed her way down the mound to the flat of her belly. She lingered, working her tongue in and around the belly button. Gabrielle tried to not rush, but she wanted what was farther down. She could wait no longer and kissed her way to, and past, the small patch of perfectly trimmed pubic hair. There she could smell the target of her desire. Her enhanced senses knew that her lover was aroused and begging for her touch.

She made her wait no longer and passionately kissed her stiffened clit. Gabrielle was so filled with desire she wanted to bite and taste the blood as it ran from her lover’s engorged clit. Somehow she reined in her passion and moved down to the moist flower that glistened from the light of the torches. She drove her tongue deep inside the girl. The woman could hear her lover’s heartbeat as it sped up even more. The sound was maddening to the woman, but she thought, for the moment, only of her lover’s passion.

Carolyn screamed out, “I’m going to explode!”

She hated to break the spell that passion hand enthralled them with, but she knew she must, and asked, “Do you want to live forever? Do you want to be with me forever?”

Gabrielle’s words were hazy in the world of passion in which she was lost, but she was sure she knew the meaning of them and replied, “Yesssss….God, Yesssss.”

Those were the words the woman had dreamed of hearing as she stood in the darkness and watched the woman, the object of her lust. She had desired Carolyn for as long as she had known the sound of her heartbeat. That moment, she took her… she buried her long fangs into the girl’s inner thigh, inches from her pulsating flower.

Carolyn screamed, but not from the pain or the fear of what was happening, but from the orgasm that rocked her body. She orgasmed as she had only in her dreams… the dreams of the dark haired woman that was with her now.

The warmth of her lover’s blood drove Gabrielle to madness. It was the madness that only a vampire knows. She wanted to ravish the girl of all her blood, but she knew she must maintain control, or else the girl might pass through the veil of permanent death.

Gabrielle raised her head, her lover’s blood running from her mouth creating a scene that should have frightened the younger girl. Instead, Carolyn sat up, smiled, and said, “Somehow I knew you were a vampire… take me and possess me. Give me eternal life if that is your desire. I will serve you as you see fit.”

The older woman kissed Carolyn on the mouth so that she might taste her own blood. Passion and feeding were desires that were intertwined in vampire. She felt it important that her new lover learn that as soon as possible. The tasted of blood must be associated with sexual desire. For a human sex was the most over powering desire they possessed. For a vampire nothing was more important than feeding, for that was the culmination of sex.

Gabrielle moved to the girl’s neck and kissed it tenderly. She then pressed her fangs deep, tasting her blood once more. Again, she had to control her urge to feed in order to save her young lover. Each step was an important one, or else she might lose her forever. That was a loss that the older vampire was not going to risk.

She pulled back, savoring the taste of the warm blood. She knew she had but one step left and hurried to Carolyn’s chest and bit hungrily into the dark vein that ran along the top of her breasts. She bit hungrily into the soft flesh and once more tasted the nectar of life that ran through her lover. She wanted desperately to drink until she was satisfied, but fought with all her willpower to pull away once more. Now it was her time to give.

Carolyn was weak, near death, as Gabrielle had to hold her in a sitting position. She said, “Listen to me carefully. You must do as I say.”

The girl tried to focus her eyes on her lover, but couldn’t. The world around her faded in and out. She tried to cling to the words that seemed important. She said weakly, “I willlll……..”

Gabrielle bit her own wrist; even that blood aroused her animal lust. She pushed her bleeding wrist to the weakened girl and said, “Drink, your soul depends on it.”

Carolyn tried to pull away, but the woman held it firmly to her mouth and said, “Drink dammit, I love you.”

Hearing her lover’s affirmation of love gave the girl the need to drink and that she did. She drank hungrily from the vampire. The new blood began to fill her body, driving her to a new orgasm. The approaching orgasm threatened to be greater than the last one. While drinking she heard the sound of a beating drum and wondered where it came from. Carolyn then realized that was the sound of her lover’s heart.

Just as she was about to explode in another orgasm, she was pushed away from the bloody wound. Gabrielle said weakly, “You must stop or else I will die. That orgasm is the one you can only experience as your victim dies.”

With the both of them splattered with each others blood, Gabrielle pushed Carolyn backward onto the crypt’s top, and said, “Sleep my darling. When you wake we shall walk the night together for eternity.”

Just before the darkness took Carolyn, she said weakly, “I love you…thank you for desiring me.”

Gabrielle said, but her lover never heard, at least not that night, “Its I that should be thanking you for desiring me.”

The beginning.