He could sense the sorrow in her heart, and allowed it to penetrate through his soul in the way he usually lapped up the pain and evilness of his victims. It was this very same intense sorrow and loneliness that had drawn him to her that dark evening. He had been searching for the fresh blood of a human victim to ease his own suffering heart, and instead had discovered a beauty that he could not bear to destroy.
The vampire that he was could sense the blood beneath her pale white skin, and he longed for it. He longed for the sensation of holding her living human form in his arms as he leaned forward to kiss her soft warm skin tenderly, and then deeper until he could taste her blood on his lips, and feel it’s heat filling the coldness of his inhuman body. But his sudden, deep love for her was holding him back, and the longing to destroy such a perfect being brought an icy cold blood tear to his deep, intense eyes. The single tear trickling down his perfectly featured face only enhanced his beauty.
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Harrison was nothing short of stunning. Only one who was not truly human could achieve such magnificence. The first thing you noticed about him were his dark eyes. No matter how he looked at you, the stare was so intense as to render you helpless. That was how the seductive charm of the vampire had manifested itself in him. Once you truly gazed into them you became absorbed by their rich mahogany colour, taking you deeper and deeper into them until you swooned with pleasure and became carried away into heavenly thoughts where only he existed. A dark moonlit world filled with the sound of his soft , heavy voice calling to you, reaching out to you, until you no-longer had control over your own thoughts, you were entirely within his power. By that time any mortal would be held tightly in his grasp, and clinging to him as he drained them of all life. Their last moments spent blissfully trying to hold onto the image of his eyes and the sound of his voice as their body and mind slowly weakened. Such deep, dark eyes framed by the softest brown eyelashes, and dark determined brows which furthered the depth and magnificence of his stare. His lips were soft and almost as red as the blood he feasted on. They were perfectly formed , and seemed to invite you closer. The top lip perfectly outlined and strong. The bottom lip rounded and full, inviting the bite of any kiss. His frown would still any breath, and a smile could warm the coldest of hearts. His teeth were so beautifully white and small. The perfection of them drew your attention away from the small tell-tale signs of a 'child of darkness'.
He possessed a strong chin and cheekbones which perfectly framed his face, making his features so strong, yet seemingly delicate to the touch. His skin as pale as any vampire’s - depending on the time of his last kill - was soft, glowing and had the perfection of marble. The soft, dark hair which fell over his face in great abundance was long and lucious. It shone magnificently in the palest moonlight, and had the most divine feel of satin against the skin. His neck was as perfect and inviting as any victim he had held in his gentle arms and long thin fingers.
His body was tall and strong, yet painfully thin. The beautiful delicacy of it disguised the great preternatural strength it held. He carried himself beautifully, and in the times when he moved slow enough for you to see him, he was a pleasure to observe.
No matter how he dressed, it was impossible to disguise the gentle perfection of his form. He tended to favour rich fabrics in deep colours, perfectly tailored to display the gentle slope of his shoulders and small perfection of his waist. He still preferred the decadent styles of old which seemed the perfect dress for a vampire - Velvet suits, ruffled shirts, clothing trimmed with lace. Not forgetting the thick cloak, lined with satin the colour of freshly spilt blood, which kept out the cold. As he stood there watching her, the cold breeze gently tugged at his cloak, and his cold skin felt the chill as no other creature could through the thin trousers which clung to his tall, thin legs.
The longing for her warmth, and the almost human need to be near her were becoming too much for him. He would leave her now, amongst her sorrowful thoughts, but he would return again when the sun went down. The beautiful image of the vampire George disappeared into the darkness of the night as he whispered a word now so dear to him... a single name, "Dee".
to be continued...
