**This is the first part of an ongoing story line for me. I would appreciate any suggestions, it starts of slow but as I write it will become much more sexually pleasing and in the realm of non-consent/reluctance.
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Light burned Amelia's pallid grey eyes. She had awoken to searing rays that ignited the pale skin of her shoulder and neck as she lay in her bed. The instinct to survive sent her desperately tumbling to the floor in search of shade, anywhere for salvation from the sun. Blistering red boils blemished her skin and spread like burning film and she headed across her chambers room for the entrance only to be blasted with a fierier blaze through the opening she created. For a single delirious moment she thought somehow she had finally met death, and this is what it felt like to die.
Salvation came as the door slammed shut before her and then in the form she had all ways know as safe, a dark shadow fell across her trembling fetal body. Amelia's toes pressed against the cool stone floor to keep herself as close to the crevice between the wall and the door. The shadows master stood before her, his frame a blessing of darkness and a tower of supremacy. His features where something she had never seen before but the smell was all too primal not to be recognized, before her she was positive stood the first human male she had ever seen.
Through watery grey tears she witnessed a sight of abysmal green eyes. The sight made her teeth ache in pleasurable way the brought shame to her mind to be so easily aroused.
"Don't look away." Was his command as he pulled her face and gaze to his. His thumb traced her lip before exposing her elongated fangs. Self-preservation won, over the most powerful desire to consume, at the knowledge that this man was the only barrier between her and a agonizing death.
"Why?" Amelia's soft voice asked in a clouded whisper laced with the edges of incoherent fear.
Another man stepped beside the green eyed man, her gaze trailing the widening shadow he provided. This man's smell was not nearly as enticing but together the blending aroma made her eyes seep into darker liquid pools, threatening to be completely consumed by black.
"Get away. " The green eyed man recognized the struggle he predicted might become of his vampire who had never seen a human for all of her existence. He growled with effort to use his hand to push the other man away but not to disturb her protective shadow.
"This is to much for her to handle. If you don't want to die let me do this."
They exchanged a glimmering object with three rungs. As he held it in his hands it became clear see one run was meant for her neck, and the other two for her hands.
"No please, I haven't done anything." She pleaded, her clouded eyes clearing into their meadow grey.
"Don't move or the light will touch you."
"I want to know why you are doing this to me."
"Because you are Amelia Upir." He said as he neared her with the neck collar. Her eyes trailed his arm as it neared her, her fangs aching at the sight of his sun touched skin. The sight made her stomach tremble with need.
"Soon." He said. Her eyes watered with trembling restraint, confusion, and desire. What she saw returned was fleeting as he clamped her neck down with the steel vice.
"I-I haven't done anything."
The man's hand trailed her clavicle and across the vice to what little of her neck was exposed.
"I know little one, have ever seen someone like me before?" he asked trailing his fingers down her arm where the last bits of tender flesh where fading back into soft skin.
"A human? Are you...human?"
"Mostly." He chuckled in a small dark way.
