Vivian's POV
There was a shitload of clocks were going off seemingly against my head. I woke so damned abruptly I smacked my head against the coffin lid which prompted, "Fucking owe?"
Okay, I was inside a coffin, that was a given, I knew that was part of the deal. Sure I understood it was probably something I had to get used to.
I literally shoved the damned lid open and sat up with the heel of my hand pressed against my forehead. The pain thankfully lasted a mere minute then my eyes opened and looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. Well, it was obvious that I was in his basement for there was a coffin beside the one my ass was parked in.
I stared at the dark wood coffin that was intricately designed with as unique raised rippling effect about the lid. Then came the clear sound of that coffin's hinges. My eyes watched the lid begin to rise then from inside the coffin I heard a distinct yawn. I just sat there staring.
Maybe everything that happened hadn't hit me yet or was I just so damned anxious to see him with my new vampire eyeballs which didn't blink once as they were widely focused. I listened with my newly inherited keen hearing the distinct sound of him climbing out of the coffin. His shoes seemed to loudly scrape against the concrete floor.
The lid to that artful coffin was finally lowered.
My lips curved into a grin as my eyes immediately focused on that incredible month that recently sucked the so called life out of me.
He greeted, "Good evening." His voice sounded even better with my new keen hearing. He was tastier looking within my new detailed vision.
I released an amused laugh and said, "Sure is."
My eyes kept close watch as he stepped around his coffin and approached me. My head slowly lifted as he grew closer.
His hands tucked into his pants pockets as he stood there smiling down at me.
I was in complete awe of everything that was him.
With that smooth as silk melody he spoke, "Tonight's your new beginning."
I was enraptured by every motion of his mouth.
He questioned, "Are you ready?"
I eagerly replied, "Boy am I ever." I really had not a clue what to expect but always went with the flow wherever it guided me.
He reached his hand to me and said something seemingly familiar, "Take my hand, Vivian."
My eyes slowly drifted from his mouth down to that hand. I remembered what those hands did the night before. Yep, I would now spend an eternity remembering every fucking detail of that night.
I slipped my hand into his and all I could think was, damn his skin felt like that of a newborn's. His skin was so soft and immediately I imagined how they would feel against my ass in comparison to the prior evening.
He assisted me out of the coffin, something I would no doubt have to perfect on my own.
I never even noticed that I was naked, wore only the garter belt and dangling broken garters around my waist but really didn't give a shit.
He led me forward through the unfamiliar basement, I was amazed by all the different smells that normally I wouldn't have noticed as normal me. I smelled the faint scent of mold mingled with a spices of lingering dust and even caught hint of the unique age of the items set about the many shelves. I was practically hypnotized by each different scent. That was the shit.
He led me up the wooden basement steps then out onto the main floor.
The lights were on which seemed almost too bright for my eyes. I blinked adjusting my eyes to the glare. Once adjusted I got to take a more detailed look at all his collectables and antiques while he held my hand and guided me through the doorways and down hallways.
He announced, "First we feed."
Well, I grinned, that was going to be an adventure. I was curious and nervous about the whole feeding bit. So many deaths I had researched, the many lives of young women were taken for satisfying an immortal's need for blood. Well, I never got too intimate with researching those women, never went into the depths of their pasts only focused on their current lives when they were menu items.
Was I gonna be able to be a successful hunter? Could I truly be ruthless enough to separate people's lives and see them as prey?
I guessed I was about to find out exactly how big my new vampire balls were.
He led me to that curved staircase I first saw him. Oh what a sweet memory of his grace that I prayed to harness about myself.
From nowhere that guy Billy Cole came trotting by and called out, "I'll be back." He continued by as if I weren't even there.
"Hiya, Billy!" I shouted with a little chirp which caused him to pause but continued for the front door. "Rude," I mumbled then Mr. Dandridge tugged me towards the stairs.
"He doesn't like me, does he?" I asked as we moved up the stairs, "Is he gay?"
Mr. Dandridge stopped halfway up the stairs.
I stood there staring at his fabulous backside, my eyes couldn't help but take in the fineness of his superb rear which was even grander with that new vision.
"Actually," he spoke, not looking back, his voice sounded a bit stumped, "I don't know. I never really thought about it."
He again tugged me and we continued up the stairs.
I was led by the hand to a different part of the second floor and into a room where I discovered some seriously awesome clothes neatly folded and laid out on the foot of a bed.
"Get dressed," he said then announced, "I need to change then I will be back shortly and help yourself to some fruit."
I frowned, fruit? We can eat fruit? What were we, fruit bats?
I turned to ask but he was already out the door.
I felt almost normal. Sure I saw things differently. I could smell things no ordinary person could smell but in ways I felt the same. I wondered if that's how he felt.
With a shrug I did as he said and proceeded to do the tedious process of molding my body into my signature pin-up shape.
The ensemble laid out at the foot of the bed was unexpected. I knew the building pieces of my outfit from the previous evening had been pretty much destroyed during my final mortal request. And there before me was likely the most gorgeous vintage undergarment set I had ever seen.
My hands lower and pressed against the deep red satin of a perfectly designed pin-up dream. I nearly felt the gleam in my eyes, the red was so vibrant to my new immortal vision. I lifted the corset, my eyes saw every detail of the threading, boning, and intricate embroidery throughout, what I believed, was the genuine deal. In my hands was an authentic vintage corset similar to what my idol Miss Betty Page had warn. The smile trace my puckered lips, how had he known?
Like an excited child, I eager removed the remnants of my garter belt then began the task of enhancing what Mother Nature gave and Mr. Dandridge immortalized.
It was always a task putting on those layers of bodily perfecting garments. Sure my body was perfect all natural but to enhance my natural shape I used a corset and body hugging clothing. But as I dressed for the first time as a vampire I couldn't help but indulge in each sensation of each different type of material I covered my body with. The satin lining of the corset felt positively heavenly against my skin. Every inch of my body was more sensitive to the touch and feel of things. The lace of vintage garter set tickled. The silk stockings felt barely there against my sensitive immortal flesh. No bothering with the panties for I had my suspicions they would eventually get in the way.
And the dress, the cherry atop the delectable dream that was me. I could smell the fragrant aroma of its age, another lovely authentic vintage piece. The moment I tugged the figure hugging dress up and over my hips, there was something nearly sensual feeling the satin lining. Then zipping that impeccable design in place, my body felt as if it were specifically meant for that dress. That dress fit unlike no other in my life. It oddly seemed it had been tailored just for me though I had just met the vampire of my dreams for the first time the previous evening.
My eyes frowned. A strange sense drifted over me. My eyes looked down at my stunning figure wrapped perfectly in that remarkable piece of vintage art color the darkest and richest shade of red. My hands slid down over my curves. How was it even possible that he had something like that available? What were the possibilities he would've had something like that lying around?
Well, I thought, he had some seriously impeccable taste, that was for damned sure.
Speaking of impeccable taste. How the fuck did I look?
Wanting to know my undoubted beauty, I turned in a complete circle, noticed no mirrors then it dawned on me. How the hell was I gonna confirm I looked perfect?
Then it struck me! Vampires didn't have reflections!
I cursed, "Damn it."
How was I going to do my makeup without a damned reflection?
Damn, I never really thought about those damned myths about mirrors and mirrors loved me! Again, my eyes frowned. How in the hell did he know when he looked positively perfect?
My face grimaced. There was no imagining Billy having a good eye for what looks good or not.
