The room is quiet except for the crackling of a fire in the fire place...and her breathing. She is sleeping, quite soundly, contently. He watches from across the room in His chair. He sits silently watching her form as she sleeps. The light from the candles surrounding the bed casting soft shadows upon her nude form, watching, He smiles to Himself.
He sees her stir a bit in the bed, He moves silently to the shadows of the room where, if she does wake, she could not see Him, for she does not know He is here, nor that she is even here.
She stirs in the bed, opening her eyes, they don't need much time to adjust. She looks around the room, she is frightened.
"This place, where am I?" she asks herself as she looks around the room. The room is large, and not well lit, only by the bed is there light...and the light of the fireplace. She can barely make out some of the other furniture in the room. A large, wooden and padded chair sat facing the bed, a table beside of it held a glass of red wine and a blue rose lay upon the table by the glass. She had no idea where she was.
She moved a bit more on the bed, the silky sheets clinging to her skin, she had to admit that the feeling was very nice upon her skin...but those silky sheets held a surprise that horrified her. She tried to stand from the bed and found that she was chained to it, that she couldn't even get off the bed, much less stand.
She was in shock, and He knew it. He could see her face perfectly. His eyes always accustom to the low light, 'tis how He preferred things, light hurt His eyes if it did not come from a flame. He watched as she fought with the chains, the sheets slipping off of her body exposing bits and pieces to His gaze. He grinned to Himself watching this. He knew the fear was building in the girl, and He could almost taste her blood on His lips. He knew that she would be willing, once T/they started...but He liked to play with His guests for a bit before showing Himself.
She sat on the bed, pulling on the chains, following them down and noticing the solid silver cuffs attached to her ankles then her wrists. She did not know how she got in to the situation she was in, all she could remember was being out for a walk at dusk near the river taking in the sights of the night as it set in on the world.
Nighttime. Her time, the time she felt the most alive. Sure she moved about the day, doing as she was supposed to, but her soul, her spirit, her mind did not come truly alive until dusk...when the Night came to visit again. She had always been like that...but now...it seems it has gotten her into something she cannot handle.
"Oh, what is going on? " she spoke aloud. His breath caught in His throat hearing her voice. He had seen her eyes, He loved them. They were blue, but not the bright blue most had, they were a blue, cobalt almost night sky blue...it was her eyes that convinced Him to bring her here...now her voice...He was sure He made the right decision.
He composed Himself and decided it was time to introduce Himself to His guest of the moment, the one that made Him break all His rules...
"My dear, what is going on is that you are my, guest." His voice spoke softly to her as He stepped out from the shadows. She yelped and jumped hearing the voice. She looked to Him. He was a very imposing figure. Not very tall, but He did not have to be. His body was solid, and she could tell, very muscular. His skin at places looked as pale as hers, but others suggested He worked as hard as A/any she knew. She watched Him as He seemed to glide through the dim lit room to her side.
She broke her eye contact with Him for a moment to look at the chains that held her to His bed, when she looked up He was not there. She was about to say something when she felt Him behind her. He did not touch her or speak, but she could feel His energy, His power radiating from Him to her...to her very core.
She stammered with her words, frightened, yet excited. She could feel something in Him, a longing she herself had within her.
"You have something to say dear?" He said moving closer to her, whispering in her ear. She could feel His hot breath on her neck...His voice seemed to vibrate her...she swooned, and lost everything she was thinking, all she could think of was Him...and what she was feeling at the moment.
He reached out with a single finger and traced it softly and slowly down her neck and shoulder. He reveled in the feel of her soft smooth skin, and as He watched, He could see the blood flowing beneath it. Her skin was so pale that it was almost see through.
She moaned softly feeling the touch...she shivered hard, making the chains rattle...this reminding her what she was going to ask of Him.
"If...if I am Your guest, why keep me chained to Your bed?" she whispered...she could feel Him move closer to her...the power He generated was so strong...she felt drunk with it.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. He knew her, He had seen her desirers when He touched her that first time...her interests where the same as His. He moved to where His body was almost pressed hard against hers His voice was almost a growl in her ear. "I believe you forgot something in that question girl..." It was not a question, she knew that...and she knew what He meant.
"I...I am sorry Sir...forgive me." she lowered her head, shivering before Him. He backed away a bit and watched her form. The pale skin, the ample frame, the blood red hair falling into her face. Her lips so red and juicy He thought He could drink from them for days. And the eyes...the eyes nearly drove Him mad.
He could feel the need within Him growing, as it grew in her. He watched her silently again, drinking in her form, as He would her blood.
