I was standing at the window watching the moonlight dance on the waters of the gulf. I had been there a while; lost in thoughts of questions I had no way of ever answering. The whisper of the satin sheet falling to the floor behind me told me you were awake.
Slipping your arms around my waist you laid your cheek against the back of my shoulder. The feeling of your breasts against my back, and the scent of you, brought a feeling of warmth and peace I had never known.
"What are you thinking about lover?" you purred.
"Your life and what it must be like," I answered in a thoughtful whisper.
"You mean to be a vampire?" you asked in surprise.
"Yes. It must be," I paused searching for the right word, "sad."
"In some ways yes I suppose it is. But, as I told you years ago, there are things you could never know as a human; beautiful things." I could hear that haunting smile as you spoke. "Look out there. When you can hear the moonlight falling on the water, or see the fragrance of the roses growing below this window, or taste the lightning from that storm on the horizon. When you can do these things, as I can, then tell me how sad it is. But for now come back to bed, it's lonely there without you." As I turned to kiss you, I thought about the last few hours.
As soon as I opened the door I could smell it, the faint scent of roses. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered if it could be you. It had been ten years since that night, but the memory was as vivid as it had been the next morning.
After looking around the first floor I climbed the stairs. At the top I could see through my bedroom door. My breath caught as I saw you. You were laying on the bed, leaning against the headboard in a reclining position. You had one long leg out to the side and the other up, with your hands folded peacefully in your lap. You were looking off to the right, out the window at the moon shining on the gulf. I could only stare in amazement at the way the moon light danced on your shimmering skin. Your hair was flowing down your body like a waterfall, not hiding any of your curves. In fact, it only served to heighten the sensuality of the picture. My mind flashed back to the first time I'd seen you.
You were so lovely laying there... the long silky hair flowing down your back to the perfectly shaped hips and long shapely legs. I could see the hint of full round breasts in the dim light as you lay on your stomach, looking sideways at me. The hint of a smile, and the glitter of those big green eyes, alluded to something, but it was hard to think clearly in the fog of lust you had created. Enthralled by the sight and smell of you, I forgot to ask where you came from or why you were there.
As I moved closer I asked, "Who are you?"
My longing and lust had impaired my vision enough that I didn't see the tips of the fangs as you seductively whispered "Irja."
I moved closer still, drinking in the scent of... roses? Yes, roses. The petals covered the bed and spilled onto the floor. My mind was reeling as my gaze traveled the length of you, the unblemished white skin inviting a gentle touch. As my trembling hand reached for you, you pulled away slightly.
"I won't hurt you," I breathed as I froze, so as not to frighten you any further.
The slight smile passed over your lips again as you said, "I know, but I'm not what you think I am."
"I don't care what you are; you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." I breathe. Oh god how I wanted to touch you.... to kiss you... to have you in my arms.
"Thank you. But I'm only here to let you know that beauty exists in this world in many forms, most of which humans never take the time to see," you said, slowly sliding from the bed and moving to the window. Your movements were cat-like and graceful; each muscle rippling under the pale skin, a kaleidoscope of sensuality.
