There had been a soft ever glow of light peering though the large window of the house. Into the abyss that lit up only with each light pass of thunder. The girl sat alone in the room, waiting with her body pressed against a large couch, the image of light peering though the window only brought the dark out within her. She had on a collar around her neck, spikes jutting out. A black vest hung from her shoulders, surrounding her upper body with a shroud. Her dark eyes were closed as softly breaths came from her lips. Her head softly lolling about on her shoulders, pressed against her neck and the back of the sofa. Her arms were exposed, lying lazily on the warmth of the material behind her and her hands clasped softly together on her lap. They lay on a black skirt, extending past her thighs and stopping before her knees the soft cloth stay surrounding her legs. The white silkiness of her skin was softly lightened with each flare of illumination. Her black silky hair went down her body, slowly filling in the perfect curves that her body left off. The vest's zipper was pulled down to allow her breast to breath, stopping a few inches above her areola and nipples.
Her soft breathing slowly began to rise, along with her chest. Each passing second she seemed to be having more and more life return to her body and shows her presence. Minutes passed like hours in that small room, the rains splatters against the windows and ceiling left a calm melody ringing though the ears of any listeners. Her breathing seemed to become choked within her throat. After seconds her eyes opened and she let out a very heavily felt sigh throughout the room. Her eyes peered into the punctured dark. The light from the window casting a shadow upon the ground that made her quickly shift her head from the position it had been in to watch it. Before she could see it, the image had disappeared.
"Who's there?" She said softly into the night, looking around the room, seeing glimpses of white colored blurs. She stood up slowly and began to walk out of the room towards her bedroom to get something to defend herself with.
She walked into the master bedroom after her trip down the long dark hallway where she continued to see images of a perfect face... something unheard of by man. The face was that of a man, with black eyes that seemed to lead into a black hole that were hidden behind circular glasses that showed no gleam of hope for her. She had seen that only, but by the time she had reached her bedroom she was feeling something... Her knees were weak under her body and her heard was pounding hard against her chest.
As she entered her room she pressed the door closed quickly and pressed her back to it, turning the lock on it to stop the pursuer to continue into her most sacred ground.
"What the bloody hell is going on..." She whispered to herself, expecting an answer to appear from thin air. She shivered with each breath she took, looking towards her large bed, the canopy hanging high above the sheets, showering the mattress in red silky instruments of covering. The bed itself was laid out black, giving the room a semi-medieval looking appearance. The room itself was swept with the same look; the walls were painted the piercing look of the air. The darkness quickly had overtaken from the light as another bolt of lightening flares itself, letting the shadows of the black dresser leave its crevice on the floor, a crack in the dark red carpeting into the void which she loved so much, now haunting her soul.
She began to walk towards the bed, the small black end table next to it holding her salvation as the light switch on her wall didn't work because of the power out from the storm. She was able to get to the dresser, but looked behind her to be faced with a mans stare. She instantly went to hit him but he was gone and by her side the second after. She fell back onto her bed and looked up at the man, "WH... who are you?" She said, trying to make a demand yet shivered from his appeal and it sounded like a minimized sound of help.
He smiled at her and started to move down on her body, her eyes able to see his frame and his look as the lightening once again roared around the home. His eyes were transfixed onto her own, her body almost petrified as the black cloak that surrounded his body formed backwards after pressing against the bed, his silvery hair was pulled back into a pony-tail that seemed to show his true age, though his eyes and face seemed that of a young man. His features looked so soft, yet devishly sexy. She couldn't believe she was thinking all these things about him, this man that had broken into her house was starting to make her feel, aroused. "Te... Tell me who you are!" She yelled out at the figure, able to gain some stance of who she was back.
She saw his mouth form a small smile and her eyes seemed to drift off, this mysterious person that was in her home... His eyes so alluring and his body so taunting. She felt something in her face... heat was burning behind her cheeks. She started to see images in his eyes, images of her panting in pleasure able exhaustion, moaning as he played with her, and even screaming in ecstasy as he made her his final lover.
