He watched her sleeping form laying next to him. She did something to him he could not explain. Her luminous topaz-colored eyes were closed, the eyes he had always loved looking deep into, capturing them with his own cool green gaze. No breath escaped her body. How he wanted her. He then concentrated on her features: Her shiny raven black hair, which hung in loose curls around her slim white shoulders, was tousled by their previous struggle. Even in her sleep, she was bewitching.Oh, how he wanted her. He wanted to rip the thin, clingy, sleeveless white night shift from her body, which was delicate and fragile as a girls, yet as voluptuous as a womans should be, and carress every perfect, flawless inch of her. He felt his desire rising up again, yet he regained his control. He let his eyes take in the sight of her face. God, she was beautiful, with her pure porcelin, almost translucently white skin, that was dead yet still radiated life. Her gently arched black brows framed her cat like eyes, which were fanned with long, thick, black lashes. But it was her lips that seduced him the most; soft, full and lightly red, which awaited his kisses, was almost too much for him to look at without wanting her. He already drank the sweet blood from her tender throat, and that was the greatest temptation of all. How peaceful, how innocent she looked in her slumber, he thought. He hadn't meant to turn her, it was just, he was so lonely. He needed someone... Her stirring form jostled him from his thoughts. She moaned softly and snuggled closer against him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to his cold hard body, while kissing her hair. Then she murmured the three words he had waited for all eternity to hear:"I love you", and then she fell back asleep. Suddenly, he felt a strange jerking in his chest, a soft thudding that grew more intense. Then he realized, for the first time in 756 years, his heart began to beat. Copyright M.Eddy2000