| In a Dark room, with Black Drapes, the wind blowing them around, the moon casting in through the clouds and through the double gated windows that slowly open. A Piano in the Center of the Room, and a young man in all black, leather trench coat tail swaying in the wind, Playing it, calmly, slowly, gently pressing his fingers to the Ivory.. A cold wind sending chills down the woman who enters the Room, staring at the center in shock, she stood in shock, with her head back and cocked, the air was chilled, her hair was black, her dark green eyes cascading over his form, the claw like finger nails of his standing out among the bright white ivory, in all the Ordinary thoughts were gone, she was done, her long black dress torn at the seems, near naked, close to Hectic, but frozen in surprise as he continued playing, calmly, slowly, smoothly, easily, gently, preciously, her ears twitched, it was almost like she was be-witched. As his head rose and he turned to face her, inside the place that was around her. She stood firm, as her knees shook, the Door closed behind her with a Strong Breeze, slamming shut, yet without a sound, as the entire room, became calm like a Mound. The Demons which had chased her up the stairs, now were scared, they scattered, disrupting the hunt, for she had fallen into, blood soaked hands from the black sands of time. The Moon was Pale, and her face was White, the blood drained to her feet, as he rose, piano still playing, his hand had to meet, her face, a thumb dragged across her lips slowly, easily, preciously, comfortibly, kindly, gently. Once more he spoke nothing, as if he was mute, and her motion was no more than cute, a blink, and a breath was taken, to no avail did she make a sound as his thumb traced her cheek, almost like she was numb, as he had become gentle, she had become like a waters Ripple, not much longer did it take of his touch, to see her fall into him like she had drank to much. As her body was falling over, the calling of his Voice was a Whispering Echo, she had too make a Choice, as her head hit his shoulder, thunder roared, lighting flashed across the sky, her eyes closed, his mind open, His fangs kindly, easily, preciously, slowly, comfortibly, perfectly, gently, sank into her neck. she was now. Driven into sexual Stroken, her soul once broken now mended, her life once dismal, now bright, the night of her life, changed her, turning her into. What she is today.. A picture on the wall, of two young people, a Young couple, a Young man with long dark hair, and a young women with the same, dressed in black, their Family Portrait..Just the Two of them. |
