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Dark Desire (Chuckeles & darkangel76)

When Constanza awoke, the sky was just beginning to darken. She’d always been an early riser for one of her kind. And given that she was to meet Stephen later that night, she was glad of it. She wanted to fix up her place, make it as presentable as she could. And then there was the matter of getting herself ready for him. She wanted to look her best for him, for him to be pleased with her as she was with him.

Feeling like a young girl once again, Constanza flitted to her closet and began searching for the perfect thing to wear. She finally settled on shimmery blue skirt and gray top. Smiling in a way she hadn’t in centuries, she brought the clothes to her bathroom and began to fill up her large porcelain, claw-foot tub. She wanted to soak in a bath before showering and dressing herself. It would help relax her nerves, not to mention keep her bloodlust at bay.

Constanza knew she would feed from Stephen, but she didn’t want to frighten him by not being in control of her vampire side. She could make his experience while in her dark embrace absolutely exquisite, forming a bond unlike anything ever known to both of them. She wanted that for him and more. He was special in her eyes, a link to humanity. The one being that somehow managed to make her feel whole.
 
He looks up after a few hours of typing realizing that its almost time for him to leave. He quickly starts the shower looking through the closet for a nicer looking dress shirt and some slacks that seem less wrinkled then the others that are lying around.

He quickly showers and moves to shave humming softly to himself as he gets ready splashing abit of cologne on slipping the shirt on smiling. Once hes dressed he actually leaves his lap top behind as he heads for the wine shop scanning over the different types trying to find the right one that she wants. Once he has two bottles of it he pays heading for the adress she gave him.

He almost skips up the steps to tap on the door of the almost large house. He looks around the neighborhood as he waits for her to appear at the doorway.
 
It didn’t take long for Constanza to get herself ready for Stephen after she finished her long, luxurious soak in her tub. She felt more than relaxed, her vampiric senses fully under her control, under her command as she dried herself off and got dressed. She was also pleased with the way her skin smelled and how she looked. Staring at herself in the mirror, she could only hope that he’d be pleased as well.

Constanza’s long dark hair perfectly framed her porcelain face, a stark contrast against her flawless alabaster skin. The grays and blues of her clothes enhanced the color of her pale eyes making her gaze that much more intense. She hoped it didn’t frighten Stephen as that was the last thing she wanted. She’d found something special, something unique with the human. And she had no desire to lose it. No. She wanted to explore it. Every detail. She could only hope that he’d let her.

Just then, Constanza heard a soft knock at her door. She knew it was Stephen and quickly made for the door. Taking a deep breath, she gripped the knob in her hand and twisted it. Slowly, the door opened and she looked deeply into the eyes of her company.

“Good evening, Stephen,” Constanza began, a smile playing on her lips. “Please, come in.”
 
He hums to himself softly as he waits for the door to open. His fingers drum along the neck of the wine bottle as he looks over his shoulder then back at the door waiting. His humming stops as he hears the door starting to open. Eyes go wide as he sees Constanza seemingly stunned by the sight of her as his eyes go up and down over her.

He swallows trying to find some words to say something. He clears his throat. "Umm. Good evening Constanza."

His head dips slightly as he holds up the bottle. "I brought the wine you mentioned. A..and you look amazing tonight."

He keeps the bottle held out as he looks up into her eyes swallowing softly as he keeps watching her.
 
Constanza smiled as Stephen held up the wine and paid her a compliment. Being around him made her feel almost human. As if she could forget that fateful night her entire life had turned upside down, making her something very far from human. Making her a beast. Vampirism had nearly consumed what little soul she’d had left after being turned. It took the intervention of another of her kind to change her. One who somehow, some way had seen past the shroud of darkness her sire had placed over her, making her the sadistically cruel being she’d once been so many centuries ago. And now, he was lost to her. Forever.

Very little could kill the beings thought to be immortal, the beings called vampire. But there were a few.

Constanza smiled at Stephen. “Thank you,” she said softly, gesturing for him to enter her brownstone apartment. “You look wonderful yourself,” she added as she shut the door behind him. “I’m glad you came.”

Constanza took the wine over to the counter and opened it, pouring them each a glass. She showed Stephen to the couch and sat down, placing the filled wine glasses on the ornate mahogany coffee table.

Looking over at Stephen, Constanza smiled and then bit her lip. “Please sit, have some wine.”
 
He smiles at her softly as he enters her apartment his eyes glancing around the place slowly. "You have a very nice place here Constanza."


He follows her inside smiling still as she pours two glasses of wine. "I dont think I barely slept today. I was excited about seeing you."

He sits on the couch next to her as he picks up the glass taking a slow sip from it. He tries to hide it but his face screws up slightly as he taste the wine shivering slightly. He smiles slowly as he sets the glass down. His hand reaches out to touch her hand softly as he lifts it kissing the fingers.
 
Constanza smiled at Stephen as he took a sip of wine. She could see that he wasn’t overly fond of the sweet liquid she loved. But that hardly mattered. He drank it anyway and he did it for her. That was enough. Everything he seemed to do, she found endearing and it touched her in ways she couldn’t explain.

“I’m glad to hear that, Stephen,” Constanza said, her voice a musical whisper. “I was excited to see you as well.” She paused a moment, trying to find the delicate words to bring Stephen slowly into her dark world, one she hoped he’d embrace and come to understand. “And I’d like to know more about you, what you do, how you spend your days and time…” her voice trailed.

Constanza leaned in closer to Stephen. She could smell the sunlight on his skin, something she hadn’t seen or felt since her turning. She could also smell his wonderfully aromatic blood. There was something about it that absolutely sung to her. It was as if it beckoned to be drunk by her, and her alone. As if it knew who it must nourish so long as it was still fresh, so long as it was still human.

Leaning closer, Constanza gave Stephen a small kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for coming,” she said, smiling as she realized that their fingers were still laced together. Something about it felt right. It reminded her of her time with the vampire who changed her outlook, made her feel compassion once more, made it so that she’d been able to meet someone like Chris, who in turn got her to meet Stephen. Such an intricate weaving of the web. All it would’ve taken was for one single thread to be out of line and the entire thing would unravel.

Again, Constanza leaned toward Stephen. Her tongue licked at the pulse point in his neck, allowing her to feel his blood coursing through the vein. Immediately, her gums began to ache and she knew her vampire side wanted to come out and play. The thing was… would Stephen let it? Or did she have to keep it a secret? More than anything, she felt the need to tell him. She wanted him to accept her as she was. But she feared it was still too early. Conflicted and somewhat confused, she let her fangs extend. Slowly, she sunk them into the flesh of his neck, allowing the euphoria of the bond consume him.
 
He takes another sip of the wine hiding the wince from the taste but swallows the sweet liquid quickly. He holds her hand smiling as she places a kiss on his cheek. "You beautiful Constanza."

He closes his eyes shivering as he feels her tongue on his neck. He clears his throat softly as he pulls her close squeezing her tightly. "I dont want to let you go."

His eyes stay shut as she bites into his neck letting out a soft groan. He squeezes her waist gently as holds her letting her drink without even realizing what she is doing. He whispers her name sliding his hand down her back slowly then back up rubbing her neck softly.
 
Constanza couldn’t help but smile a little as Stephen whispered her name over and over as she drank. His blood was the most wonderful thing she’d ever tasted. No human had ever tasted like this. It was as if his blood had been created especially for her.

As she drank, Constanza made sure that Stephen felt the pleasure a vampire could give their blood host as they drank. It was a temporary bond, one that could go deeper, if she chose to make it so. But she feared placing it on him just yet. She feared bringing him fully into her dark world. They’d only just begun knowing each other and whether or not he could accept her as she was, was still an uncertainty for her. She needed to know, needed his acceptance if she were to do that.

Constanza was pleased that Stephen seemed to be enjoying himself as she sucked on his neck, drinking down the red liquid giving him life. She too could feel the euphoria, the rapturous bliss of the bond as she drank. Chest heaving, mouth moving, she hugged him close, clutching him tightly against her body. He felt so wonderful, so alive. Everything about him as their bodies slowly made contact ignited hers to life, a life she never knew could be touched within her after becoming damned.

Finally, Constanza reluctantly pulled back, her fangs receding as she lapped up the last few drop of blood beading up on Stephen’s neck. She ran her tongue across the puncture wounds, sealing them up. The taste of him still danced on her tongue and she knew full well that within minutes she’d be eager to taste him once again. Yes, he would now be her biggest craving.

“Stephen…” Constanza whispered in Stephen’s ear as she pulled back from his neck.

Constanza let her body stay in contact with Stephen’s, relishing the warmth he emanated. Oh to feel more of that. He was already reconnecting her to her humanity and with such little effort. To go further… to take that step, one she found herself longing to take the longer he touched her.

Suddenly, Constanza felt tingly jolts rushing through her body. Her hands moved to Stephen’s hair, her fingers getting lost in the tangles. Looking briefly into his eyes, she closed her own and pressed her lips to his.
 
Stephen whispers COnstanza's name enjoying the pleasure she is sending racing through his body. He wraps an arm around her waist holding on to her tightly. His fingers dance along her side hesitating as they near her breast getting within inches of one before sliding down to her hip giving it a small squeeze.

He lets out a soft gasp as she breaks the contact clearing his throat as his eyes open slowly breathing heavily. He enjoys the feel of there bodies pressed together as he looks into her eyes raising a hand to caress her cheek. "You are beautiful Constanza. Absolutely beaautiful."

He returns the kiss as she presses her lips to his. His eyes slip shut once more as he clings to her softly trying to control his breathing. A small smile works across his lips as he shifts moving to pull her into his lap as he lays back his hand squeezing her hip once more.
 
Constanza easily moved into Stephen’s lap and was glad to do so the moment she felt him encourage the shift in their positions. She stayed there for several moments, her mouth kissing his, tasting, savoring. And then, she shifted again, moving herself to straddle him, her legs on either side of his thighs as her skirt hiked up nearly to her hips.

The taste of Stephen’s mouth was decadent, second best to the taste of his warm blood. Pressed against his body, Constanza felt a rush of heat wash over her, pooling between her legs, at her sex. The sensations she felt growing there made her desire to be close to him become even more than it already was. Instinctually, she began rubbing herself against him, her cheeks reddening as she did so, slightly embarrassed by her actions but unable to help herself.

“Stephen…” Constanza whispered. She looked at him with fierce eyes, her fangs threatening to extend once again as carnal lust started to consume her, coupling itself with the bloodlust her kind always had to fight off. She clutched onto his shoulders, her nails digging him despite being barred by the fabric of his shirt. “Please,” she continued. “Please touch me…”
 
He runs his hand along her side as the kiss deepens his own cheeks flushing as he feels himself getting hard as she begins rubbing herself against him. HIs hand freezes almost pulling away as it travels down her side to her leg pausing as it feels the bare skin gently touching it.

He swallows heavily as he whispers her name his eyes open to look at her as he continues to kiss her stroking her bare leg. He follows her simple request by sliding his hand between there bodies sliding his hand up to touch the gentle curve of her breast. His hesitation last for a moment before he cups the breast giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Constanza you are beautiful...so beautiful." He leans in and kisses her deeply as he presses himself up against her smiling as he gives her breast another squeeze.
 
Constanza loved the fact that Stephen found her beautiful. She wondered if he truly did or if it was her vampiric charm that somehow beckoned him to think so. She hoped beyond hope that it was the former, that it was his own free will making him see her that way. Since meeting him, she hadn’t used that specific ability of her kind. Not once. Something deep inside her had told her not to, to let things play out as they would naturally, no influences used. Especially those of a supernatural nature.

Stephen lit a fire to Constanza’s soul. His blood was unlike anything she’d ever tasted. And the bond she felt without having actually gone through the process her kind could with humans was more than astounding, more than overwhelming. Her once human desires for him were strong and she knew that her body wouldn’t be sated until it experienced him all ways. She wondered if he’d have her. And if he did, would still accept her.

“Stephen…” Constanza whimpered, the longing for Stephen ever growing. As she straddled him, kissed him, she could feel him grow hard with arousal. The feel of it made her groan in pleasure, making the want and desire for him that much stronger. Instinctually, her legs spread wider about his lap and she began to grind herself against him.

Constanza could feel her fangs begging to be set free, her gums aching and wanting to show off its true nature. Fearing rejection for what she was, terrified to reveal her terrible secret, one she never even let Chris know about, she tried her best to tamp everything down. But burying the emotions, her true self, was proving to be difficult. Stephen was already something special to her. He made her feel for the first time in centuries. Something no one had ever done.

Strangely, Constanza felt something prickle at her eyes. Were they tears? She couldn’t believe it. Somehow, Stephen had touched her a new level, one she hadn’t even considered. The depth of his reach brought her to her knees before him. She wondered if he even knew, if he could see. Disgusted with what she was, she turned her head so that he couldn’t see her face, her dark hair hiding it from his view as she continued to writhe against him, focusing on how his hands felt touching her sensitive body.

“Will you…” Constanza whispered, her voice so hesitant, filled with such emotion. “Will you… make love to me? Will you have me?” She hoped Stephen would. Her desire for him was so strong. But she couldn’t show him her face, her fangs were beginning to protrude, revealing what she was. A beast. A monster.
 
He groans softly feeling her press into him grinding against his arousal. He leans in closer running his fingers down her back holding onto to her.

"You are the most beautiful woman I know Constanza." He strokes his fingers along her cheek.

His emotions well up inside him as he calls her beautiful once more smiling as he watches her. His feelings were leaving him confused but happy that he had gone to the party and met her. Happy that he had listened to his friends advice instead of staying home.

He starts to lean up watching her wondering why she turned her face away from him as he reaches out to touch her cheek softly. His fingers strong along her face as he sits there unsure of what to say afraid of anything he might say would only hurt her. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her in any way. He leans closer kissing her head softly as he runs his fingers through her hair. At her words asking him to make love to her he pauses sliding his hand under her chin tilting her head up to face him.

"If you wish for me to then I will my darling." He leans in to kiss her his hand sliding around searching for a way to open her dress the other slipping down to her leg pushing her dress up. HIs hand trembles slightly still betraying his nervousness.
 
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