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He was watching her through her window. His cock hardened at the sight of her limp, sleepy body tangled in the bed sheets. She had thrown her nightshirt off in the night, and now she was laid on her stomach, her head turned to the side, her arms bent at either side of her head. The bed sheets covered only her high, firm, bum. Her long, milky legs were splayed out lazily below her. Her window was on the latch, and he could hear her heart beating, pumping the succulent blood throughout her body. He could smell sex, too. Of course she’d need a release after how hot you made her, he said to himself, grinning and radiating arrogance. He inhaled deeply, letting the smell engulf him.He’d been enthralled with this human since she first came into this town. At first, he’d only been looking for a feed. But when he saw her face he was struck speechless. She reminded him so much of his late love. Her eyes were a little brighter, her hair a little darker. They wouldn’t have been twins, but maybe perhaps sisters. But the more he watched her, the more different she was compared to his love. She was fiery, courageous, brave and headstrong. There was sadness in her too; she had suffered a great loss. And there was something else about her he couldn’t quite identify. She was… different than other humans. There was magic in her veins. She had power, and she didn’t even realise it. It had been a whole week since he had been with her at the bar and grill. Of course, it was a whole week for her, he had returned here every night so far, watching her, trying to find the woman who he loved so many centuries ago. He stared at her harder from his spot in the air by her window. He didn’t care who could be watching, if someone looked out their window and saw a strange man levitating, he would just turn around and compel them to forget. He smiled at his powers, he was happily surprised when he’d found out he could live for eternity and have amazing gifts Ankara escort at his leisure. As he watched her, she tossed and turned in her sleep, trying to get comfortable. She rolled over, now laying on her back, her arms still stretched above her head, and he heard himself gasp, desire manipulating his body. Her breasts were the perfect size, full with pink areolas. Her body was almost an alabaster colour in the dark of the night. He was going to have her, even if it killed him. He wanted so much to just be in that room with her. You need an invitation he thought angrily. Suddenly an idea came to him, and he grinned brightly at his sudden knowledge. You can just Influence her to let you in! He focused on her mind, letting himself explore her head. He closed his eyes.She was having a nightmare. He could see everything she could see in her dreams now, and he was quite worried. Maybe she was more intuitive then he thought. He was watching himself in her dream, his skin had turned pale, the whites of his eyes had turned red, and his body was set, about to hunt. His mouth was open wide in a snarl, his fangs extending. Wow, I’m a scary motherfucker when I get like that, he smiled to himself, trying not to laugh. Her heart was beating furiously now. He decided that he would stop her nightmare, relieve her of the horror. He smiled, a tender smile this time, and worked his magic.* I’m having a nightmare! she thought to herself panicking, and about to wake up. But she abruptly fell deeper into sleep, suddenly completely relaxed, forgetting what she was so worried about. She felt like she was floating on a bed of golden light. It was simply celestial. Images began to flood her mind. She was walking, down a dimly lit hallway, flaming torches hung on the stone walls every so often, lighting her path. She glanced at them subconsciously, and something caught her eye: a shadow. She felt herself frown; looking Ankara escort bayan for a source to the shadow. She found nothing, but did notice something peculiar; the shadow-thing was flickering, the air around it shimmering, like heat waves. It was morphing into a shape, a human form. She watched slowly as it morphed into the shape of a woman’s body; the same height as her, maybe even the same size. The shape was changing colour, it looked as though flesh morphed from nowhere, and the head of the shadow was sprouting golden-brown hair, which steadily grew longer and wavier. As she watched, flesh crept over the shadow, replacing blackness with a creamy pale white, and features formed on the shape of it’s face. Arianna was shocked beyond belief. This shadow demon had fully changed and she could do nothing but stand there in frozen horror as she looked into the demons face; her face. It was her. Clear as anything, she might as well have been standing in front of a mirror, except the real Ariana was wearing clothes, and this demon was not. As Ariana looked at herself, the demon sneered, and a horrid, raw evil laughed escaped its lip. The demon’s mouth opened wide, to reveal inch-long, razor sharp canines. Ariana was no longer frozen. With a shuddering gasp, she sucked in all her breath and ran as she screamed a blood curdling, girl scream of pure horror. Her heart was beating double time as she sprinted down the flame-lit hallway, not taking care of the burning in her legs or the sweat pouring down her chest. When she thought she could take no more, shadows started to form all around her. She had almost given up hope when she ran headlong into a large arch-shaped oak door. She grasped the handle and wrenched it open, jumping through the doorway and slamming it shut firm behind her. She turned around and found herself in a large, brightly lit hall. The floors were white marble, the high ceiling Escort Ankara elaborately decorated and inset with glowing gems of every kind. There was a weight on her body and she found that she was wearing a beautiful silk dress, which was the colour of night-time, a deep cerulean blue. Her hair fell down to the middle of her back, and was loosely curled. There was a knock at the door behind her, and she turned to open it. On the other side of the doorway was a handsome man, of about twenty-five. He had dark hair, almost black, and bright, ice-blue piercing eyes and pale skin. It was the man from the bar.“May I come in?” he asked, in a hot voice, as sexy as it was sinful. “Yes,” she breathed, feeling euphoric that there was someone in this dream she knew and even more excited that it was the sexy guy from the bar.He stepped through the doorway, looking around himself. He was smiling slightly, a smile of challenge, of hope. He turned to her, and bowed deeply. Then he held out his hand, his eyes glittering, and his smile predatory. Her body was empty of fear now, and she giggled. Right now they were kindred souls, they understood each others desires. She didn’t take his hand, but turned and walked away, moving into the middle of the large room. She had no doubt in her mind that he would follow. In this singular moment she felt free. She had never felt more alive, being here in this grand place, looking and feeling beautiful. She felt as if she could do anything. She sent a teasing glance back at him, biting her lips and smiling, she turned to walk away again and he grabbed her hand and pulled her against his body. He tangled his hands in her hair and looked fiercely in her eyes. “Do you want me?” he murmured sweetly.“Yes,” she exhaled.*He climbed in through the window, although she had been unconscious when she invited him in, she’d done it none the less. He smiled tenderly and registered the fact that she smelled simply mouth-watering. He walked over to her bed, and brushed her hair away from her face, and gazed at the bed sheets that were hiding her forbidden treasure. He knelt by the bed, and leaned nearer to her, smelling her skin. He felt his fangs grow in his mouth, and he Influenced her deeper into sleep.
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