Crimson Tearz and Roses© 2009

The past, it doesn't mean much to someone who has never had one.

Or so it seemed.

She could remember so very little of anything from her childhood, the first real recognition was the night the authorities came and took her from a dark alleyway not far from her aunts home near Santa Cruz at age twelve.

Why she was in the alley, no one knew.

The proper steps were taken to place her somewhere safe.

But safe from what?

She spent the next six years with a preacher and his family in Saint Luis Missouri, where she was educated in a private Christian school and nothing was ever spoken of her past.

It’s not like she wasn’t curious, many times questions were asked but the results were always the same, no one knew… or would not say is more like it.

She often wondered where she got her looks though, her hair long brown waves, eyes of deep chocolate brown with a generous sprinkling of gold flecks throughout, quite odd that, she thought.

Her completion quite fair and her build slight, lacking the feminine curves like the girls she schooled with, but eventually she too budded into a woman, still quite thin but full pert breasts and hips befitting a young woman entering her late teens.

Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, she began employ with a small newspaper, nothing more than an errand girl really in the beginning, but soon she managed to prove herself worthy of a writing position.

It too was nothing much, a small section on the third page dedicated to home remedies and recipes from the local women’s groups.

It was not until three years later Mr. Oxnard came to her with something of more substance.

It seemed there was a rumor of evil doings among the locals, and it had been made clear the only reason the checking into it was bestowed upon her was because the rumors had everyone else in the office panicked.

Yes, she took the story, glad for it, such nonsense all the uproar, who really cared if what was said was true? What people choose to do sexually is their own business.

From talk on the street, a club of sorts was to open on the hush hush in the old Mystic Theater on the outskirts of town for the so-called sexual deviants.

She chuckled a bit when what few documents they had on the matter were placed atop her desk. As she shuffled through them, a note was made that a Mr. Steffen Cambridge was the gent who had recently purchased the Theater from the bank.

First thing in the morning, she would pay a visit to the bank President and inquire about the new owner.

Sleep did not come easily that night, for some reason the name Steffen weighed on her mind, it seemed familiar somehow but to her knowledge, she had never met anyone by that name.

She was tired when she arrived at the bank and it clearly showed in her eyes the faint tint of blue circles beneath her eyes shone through the light make up she wore.

Even the strongly brewed coffee she was offered when arriving was not helping, the fog was heavy and no signs of it lifting anytime soon.

The banks President was a kindly sort, his smile constant as they spoke their hellos, at least until mention was made of Mr. Cambridge, his face suddenly turning to stone.

“Miss. Talbert why would you inquire about a man such s him?”

A smile crept to her face, as his concern was apparent in his tone.

“Believe me Mr. McKnight it is purely of a professional matter that brings me in search of answers about Mr. Cambridge. I am doing a story on the purchase and current occupancy of the Theater due to the fact rumors are running rapid. I simply seek the truth, any help what so ever you could offer would be greatly appreciated.”

With that said he rose and vanished into his inner office. She was about to depart when he returned with a folder, his eyes locking with hers as he spoke in nearly a whisper.

“That’s all I have Miss. Talbert, your welcome to it, but no mention of me will appear in your story”

A simple nod of head as the folder was opened letting him know she understood his wishes and he left her to her reading as voices were heard filling the main area of the Bank.

Not much was to be found in the reading but notes were taken of the amount paid for the old structure and such. It was not until she the last page was turned to that her interest was perked. It seemed this Mr. Cambridge had traveled from California to make the purchase himself.

The eraser of her pencil tapped lightly against the paper as she thought, Santa Cruz it is not far from where her aunt had lived. The address found was jotted down quickly before she departed the bank; a little smile of thanks was tossed in Mr. McKnight’s direction as she exited the front entry.

Returning to the office a meeting was called with Mr. Oxnard about her findings, it was agreed a trip to Santa Cruz was in order to find out what she could about the basis of the purchase here without confronting the man himself just yet.

It was two days later when she made the trip, how she hated to fly, it always made her physically ill, her tummy in knots even with the aid of Dramamine, the flight itself was not bad but the takeoff and landing left her physically exhausted.

She was sure the California sun would have felt more welcoming if she didn’t feel like her tummy had been left behind in Missouri, but as she exited the small private airport the light off shore breeze did make her feel a bit better. No notice was taken of the gentleman behind her as she climbed into a waiting cab.

The breeze was cooler against her as she slid from the backseat of the cab after arriving at the Hotel, but it was nothing compared to the bone chilling winters she dreaded back in Missouri, nothing more than a light sweater would be needed in the evenings she assumed.

She smiled as she entered her room; it was quite lovely, not like the typical hotels she had been to before by a long shot.

This had three separate rooms, a decent sized living area, the bedroom and the bath.

The heavy drapes of the living area had been pulled back giving view to the ocean eight floors below, the sound of the surf heard crashing against the rocks called out to be noticed and she made her way to the open balcony, her eyes closed as the light salty mist tickled her face, it’s scent familiar, a soft sigh escaped her lips as thoughts of her aunt drifted in.

Perhaps she would look into her past once again, not really high hopes of finding anything but you never know what a little time may produce if you dig around, now that she was on her own she didn’t have the opinions of others to persuade her to leave it alone.

Her bags were brought in and she turned from the breathtaking view to tip the pimple faced young man standing quietly aside her belongings, when another hotel employee entered wheeling in a bronze cart with an array of fruits and cheeses along with a bottle of local wine and a rather large box wrapped in silver paper adorned with a black velvet bow.

“What’s all this?” she questioned.

The young man answered quickly.

“It’s done for all guest when their birthday arrives, the owner noticed today is yours Miss.”

She thought for a moment wondering how, realizing suddenly her drivers license was copied for file, her response was a bit stammered.

“Thank you, please tell him I appreciate the thought”, a ten dollar bill was pushed into the young mans hand as a bewildered little smile crept to her lips.

The two departed and rather quickly curiosity got the better of her and the gift box was opened, long fingers made quick work of the bow and the paper torn giving access to the box, its lid removed and the black tissue paper folded aside.

A card lay atop what appeared to be dark silk; it was plucked up and opened, as it was a smaller card fell from inside, a slight cant of head a bit puzzled at the ornate writing on its face. It was taken in hand and read.

Her eyes widened as the name of the place was read, instantly her tummy turned flip flops and the invitation fell from her grasp onto the cart aside the box.

The larger card searched quickly for its sender, there on the bottom of the card in silver pen was scribed by hand, Steffen Cambridge Owner.

Her hands trembled as the dress was removed from its confines of the box. And as it fell to its full length, she searched for a tag of some sort but none could be found, its design was quite beautiful reminding her of an 18^th Century style Damselfly Dress she had been looking at recently.

The cloth was as she had thought, silk, a deep blue that shimmered purple as it picked up the light just right the strapless design was so very different the front of its corset style top was slightly dipped to a point between the breasts making it appear to be heart shaped, it’s back plunged daringly low and its hem sloped to a slight train.

It was placed gently onto the bed before the next item was taken from the box, apparently the dress was in two separate pieces, the coverlet matching the cut of the silk exactly except for the long form fitting sleeves that looked to barely stay atop the shoulders, the only thing to keep it in place was a dainty silver clasp between the breasts.

A gentle tap at the door startled her from her dazed state and her voice was barely over a whisper on the first response, the second coming only a touch louder.

“It’s open”

The same pimple faced young man from before entered shyly, a smile curved to his thin lips before he spoke.

“You will accept the invitation won’t you Miss?”

The question caught her a bit off guard and her response slow in coming.

“I’ve yet to decide”

A slight frown creased his brow as he spoke.

“The evening will prove quite informative for you, should you decide to attend Miss.”

She could feel the blood drain from her face as he spoke, a slender hand grasped at the cart for support.

The young mans face tilting a little as he inquired if she was all right.

“Yes, I’m fine, a bit tired I suppose”

His concern was genuine as he helped her to settle on the end of the bed.

“Or you’re hungry perhaps?”

Their eyes meeting briefly as he questioned.

“Dinner is to be served in an hour at the Château, please do take advantage of the offer, you might be pleasantly surprised by the menu as well as having your questions answered.”

His smile returned as she nodded a quick yes, unable to speak.

As he left her breath gradually returned and the pounding of her heart slowed.

Yes she would go, if for no other reason than to prove an absents of fear, the only problem being was it proof for him or for herself she was seeking?

The time past quickly, too quickly, her hair in damp curls against her back as the silk inner shell of the dress was slid over her hips, the boning of the corset tops sides snug against pale flesh, a soft blush caressed her face as she turned slowly to view the dresses fit, it was perfect in that aspect.

A frown tugged at her lips as the tattoo could be clearly is seen at the small of her back just above the shimmer of silk.

Yet another mystery, when it was etched there unknown, had it hurt so badly the memory was blocked? She didn’t have a clue. Its design was so very odd and yes, it had been looked into as well, but as with everything else, the truth evaded.

The time was growing too short to try and cover it with makeup, not that it would have been an easy task given its location and the darkness of the ink against pale skin.

She quickly slipped on a pair of black pumps, thankful for the dressed length seeing as the shoes were a bit warn and lacked the beauty of the dress.

The coverlet was slipped on and clasped as a gentle tap was heard at the door; before she could make her way to it, a voice rang out.

“Miss. The car is here for you”

As she opened the door the same young man stood before her, his smile widened as he saw her.

“You look lovely Miss…. Mr. Cambridge has quite the eye for sizes and colors don’t you think?”

She forced a smile and nodded yes, as she closed the door behind her and as they made their way to the lift, it occurred to her she didn’t know the young mans name.

“If we keep seeing one another it would be much easier to know your name if you don’t mind”

Her hand extended as they stepped into the lift.

“I’m Angelica”

Her hand was taken gently in his and a soft kiss placed to its back.

“A pleasure Angelica, my name is Zachariah, but please feel free to call me Zach”

She could feel her pulse racing at the implications of the words spoken about Mr. Cambridge, but she held her tongue, not an easy task given the fear welling up in her belly.

Zachariah escorted her from the lift and the driver opened the back passenger door as they approached, she couldn’t help but as the question.

“Zach has anyone ever refused an invitation such as this from Mr. Cambridge?”

He appeared puzzled by the question and his response was slow in coming as if he was searching for what to say, but his voice found him as she was seated and her legs and the train of the dress were pulled inward.

“I’m not sure Angelica, as far as I know this is a first”

The door was closed leaving her in darkness briefly with her thoughts as Zach and the driver spoke, her mind a whirl, fear was the most pronounced feeling but excitement was there as well as she thought about everything that had taken place sense her arrival.

The drivers’ voice was quite pleasant as he climbed into the front seat behind the wheel.

“Hello Miss. I’m David; I’ll be your driver this evening if after dinner there is anywhere you wish to go please feel free to inform me”

He tossed a warm smile into the rearview mirror before they pulled from the curb.

The time taken to arrive at the Château she was unsure of and the direction was lost due to the winding of the roads, but as they approached the building, an errie feeling of dejavu plagued her.

It was shaken off quickly as she had spent an unknown amount of time in the general area with her Aunt, none of which could be remembered.

David pulled to a stop at the front steps and helped her out, careful steps were taken as she climbed the marble stairs to the front entry, her eyes catching with those of the rather imposing man at the door, and his voice was deep but pleasant enough as he spoke.

“Good evening Miss. Welcome to Château Talbert Mr. Cambridge is expecting you, the stair case to the left will take you to his study, please feel free to help yourself to the bar while you wait, he will be with you shortly”

She resisted the urge to inquire about the study, assuming dinner would be in a room full of people; her heart began to race as she took the stairway pointed out and she neared the arched door to the study

The fact her hand was trembling as she reached for the doors knob was a bit alarming, thinking herself so silly, after all people knew where she was. Even still the fact she was coming was easy enough to find out, it’s not like it was a big secret, but it was not advertised either.

A deep breath was taken to calm her before she entered.

The room itself felt warm enough, but as she entered, a shiver traveled the length of her spine making goose bumps rise. She spoke aloud as she neared the small bar in the right far corner of the large room.

“Angelica you’re loosing it, don’t let yourself panic for no apparent reason.”

She carefully poured herself a drink not even bothering to smell the contents of the unmarked decanter first, but was pleasantly surprised it turned out to be Tequila instead of Scotch.

She settled on the arm of a large wing backed chair before the fire, afraid the snug fit of the gown would hinder any quick movement should it be needed.

It seemed like hours had passed but according to the weathered grandfather clock aside the fire, it had only been fifteen minutes or so when the door opened.

Chapter Two

She wasn’t prepared in the least for the man that entered, she had summed him up in her minds eye as a balding middle aged over weight pervert with no social skills and even less personal hygne awareness.

However, as his hand reached out for hers, her breath caught in her chest.

Their eyes met.

Not only was he strikingly handsome, he had an air of self-confidence that left her dumbfounded.

“Miss. Talbert I assume”

His voice was rich with a slight accent but for the life of her she couldn’t place it, those eyes drew her in as his hand reached further still toward her.

“I’m Steffen Cambridge.”

She half stumbled to her feet.

“Oh yes, hello”

She could feel herself blush as her hand finally found it’s way to his, the coolness of his flesh somewhat of a shock making her tug away abruptly, the expression on her face pricless.

“Dissapointed so soon Miss. Talbert?”

Her eyes cast downward instantly feeling the laughter behind the words spoken.

He motioned for her to take a seat. The moment she turned his eyes glanced downward quickly and caught sight of the tattoo at her lower back, he made no mention of it but a faint smile curled to his lips.

As she turned to settle, his eyes caught with hers once again and he smiled.

Her thoughts clearly showing on her face as she saw the dimples deepen as he flashed that smile, could he hear the rapid beating of her heart?, It wouldn’t surprise her in the least seeing as it rang heavy within her own ears.

A quick sip of her drink was taken as she pulled her eyes from his.

He smiled once again as the contact was broken.

“Are you hungry, Miss. Talbert?”

Her eyes me his quickly.

“No, not really, this evening has been a bit of a whirlwind”

Another sip taken from the drink in her hand.

“Perhaps a drive then?” His voice so calm.

Her voice soft as she questioned where they would be going, her interest plagued but fear welled in her belly as well.

“Just a drive along the coast highway” he took note of the look in her eyes, glad of the caution, smart woman.

“Pardon me please I must make a call”

She smiled as she rose and slipped from the room.

The party on the other end, cheerful.

Good Evening La Plume, may I help you?”

Her words nearly a whisper as the front desk of the hotel answered.

“Good evening this is Miss. Talbert in suite 720, might I speak to the young gentleman that took up my bags this afternoon please?”

Her hand lighted on the railing of the stairs as she waited.

“Hello? Yes Miss this is Zach”

She hesitated slightly.

“Hello Zach, could you please do me a favor, write a note to a Mr. Mc. Knight stating that I will be on the road with Mr. Cambridge to parts unknown, please take note of the time and make sure it’s placed in the note before you send it off, we will be leaving within the next few moments.

“As you wish Miss.” he responded.

“Thank you so much Zach, have a wonderful evening”

“And you as well Miss. Talbert”

As the phone was flipped closed she heard someone step behind her.

“Shall we go Miss. Talbert?” His voice smooth as silk and a bit haunting.

She forced a smile as he took her elbow and they made their way to the waiting car.

The drive was beautiful, the glitter of the waves as they rippled to shore under the light of the moon.

She glanced to him only once as she spoke.

“I find it odd that the Majestic would be of interest to a man such as you Mr. Cambridge”

His eyes catching with hers as the driver pulled off the highway to the left and the upward climb began.

“All will be quite clear soon Miss. Talbert I assure you”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she glanced out the window.

“Could we possibly get past the Miss. Talbert thing it’s getting irritating, call me Angelica please”

He chuckled softly.

“As you wish Angelica, and you may call me Steffen”

The car pulled to a stop in front of a tattered stone structure and the engine shut down.

Her brow raised slightly as her door was opened by the driver and Steffen exited and rounded the car, his hand extending as he neared her.

“What is this place?”

Her curiosity plagued instantly as her hand lighted atop his.

“Just a bit of history Angelica”

His smile was warm and reassuring, unlike the chill of his hand as it grasped hers.

As their eyes met her lashes fluttered a bit, she could have sworn his eyes were green but the appeared nearly black now, perhaps the moon was playing tricks, it had been a long day.

As he escorted her closer to the old structure his arm slipped about her, his fingers resting lightly on her hip as they climbed the steps.

Her voice soft as she spoke.

“It has a monastery feel to it”

He smiled that dimpled smile as he looked to her.

“You have a good eye Angelica; it was centuries ago, the chapel is still in tact, although in slight disarray, few come here.”

Her brow rose as they neared the entry door, long fingers grazed over the damage to its center just below breast height.

“That looks to be from a blade of some sort”

He smiled as he opened the door and the stepped inside, he went directly to the large stone fireplace and began building a fire.

She tugged the dust ridden blanket from the large chair before it a and settled in comfortably, odd as it sounds she felt quite at ease within the place.

He rose and turned to her, his voice one again reassuring as he strode to what appeared to be a bar.

“You will learn a great many things tonight Angelica, some of which will be difficult for you to comprehend, even more so to accept”

The leather bound book he took from the bar was offered over to her as he settled to the stone surround of the fire slightly off centered to her chair.

Her head canted a little in puzzlement as the book was accepted and placed atop her thighs and eased open.

The first page simply read:

Soft blue eyes dusted with gold glance up to meet with yours as she begins to speak.

I will try to keep this as brief a possible, but due to the circumstances that have left me, as I am today it won’t be an easy task, so please bear with me.

My life began much like everyone’s I suppose.

An average child. Parents of moderate means, a few close friends.

A free spirit even at an early age, much to the dismay of my overbearing father.

In my early adulthood, my free will proved to be a fault repeatedly.

Nevertheless, it, as well as my heart stayed strong, even at the ridicule of many from the small village in which I was raised.

I ventured from the comfort of my families dwelling, drifting off on my own as all do.

Times being what they were, a female wondering the countryside alone was not one of my best decisions, but then fear has never been one of my downfalls.

Fearing little was the direct backlash of being the eldest of three females to a father desperately wanting a son. I was taught well in the art of defense and could hold my own with a blade.

This only in part would ease my father’s troubled mind as I made my departure.

I found myself drawn to the excitement of the distant cities; not surprising I suppose considering all I had ever known what the village I left behind.

And my reasoning soon became ever clearer, after many a long night without shelter or nourishment.

But to find employment to my liking… And by that, I mean employment that did not involve mucking stalls or scrubbing the floors of some perverted Lord at his manor.

I acquired my first and only job as a bar wench in a fair sized Inn named The Crimson Tearz.

I’ve always found the chosen name of the establishment to be a bit odd, but time would tell the true nature of the beast, so to speak.

The tavern its self situated high a top the rocky cliffs overlooking a delightful boardwalk and beach, the city of Santa Cruz not more than a days ride by horseback in the distance.

The owner at the time, Jacqueline Le Plume, a very tall black and auburn haired beauty, her flesh pale… skirting the edge of translucent, her eyes a deep hazel, reminding one of a seductive distant ocean.

Quite impressive for one of my small stature.

She made it very clear from the beginning she was in search of someone worthy of passing the business to.

She herself had never married, which I found strange, considering the array of admirers seeking her attention.

Eventually as time passed, the price one would pay for such a gift as the Inn would become quite clear.

Understand this, I myself had never ventured anywhere near an Inn or Tavern before this time, it was always strictly forbidden by my father.

To this day, I believe Jacqueline found that small bit of information to be quite amusing considering how hard I pressed for work.

she made the offer of the tower, as a place to rest my head should I choose to do so and I accepted without giving it a moment’s thought.

It was only a matter of a few short days before I began to meld into my new surroundings.

The days passed quickly and the evenings even more so.

I found new friendships that would prove binding thru the years, some to last a lifetime and beyond.

The patrons who ventured here and spend many a night within these old walls came from all lifestyles.

Peasants to Lords and Ladies and even the occasional Monk… even the King himself once, which left the place buzzing for weeks.

It had been a few months time and honestly, I was surprised it took that long for her decision to be made.

Jac reveled in her newfound freedom to come and go as she pleased, and the length of her ventures away grew steadily from a few days to a weeks time, leaving Tearz in my charge without concern.

This time was really no different from most, and it was not surprising in the least when she announced the decision to take holiday abroad.

The need to discover what the world had to offer was apparent in the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke of distant shores.

If I were in the same situation I to would roam the world seeking out adventure.

Her departure was more difficult than I had thought it would be, the ache in my chest catching me a bit off guard.

Our friendship had grown quickly, surpassing even the bond I shared with my sisters.

But merely moments after her carriage moved out of sight, it was business as usual for me, the day slipping into the normalcy as it always did.

The regulars came and went as they always have.

The peddlers came as usual, offering wines and cheeses for an outlandish price and each claiming it was made by their very own hands.

On occasion, I would pay it, knowing full well they had acquired it from the markets gathered on the boardwalk, and for a much better price than what was offered me.

Jac’s absents made it more difficult to get to the markets, it meant closing the tavern for a day, something I despised doing.

I had learned quickly the attraction to the almighty coin and usually took advantage of any help offered via the regulars or those Jac felt worthy of the task provided.

She had assured me Dominick could be trusted to help with whatever I needed, but I never entrusted anyone other than her or myself with the picking of the wines.

The higher-class patrons hand an experienced palate that required special attention to detail.

Dominick was a kind enough sort but something about him didn’t ring true, I cant tell you why, just feeling one gests in the pit of the stomach.

Jac failed to understand this feeling but honored my decision before she had departed.

Three weeks time had past after her departure when a stranger arrived, that wasn’t unusual in it’s self but the way he made me feel was, a little alarming to

say the very least.

I had prided myself in remaining pure for my future husband, even though there were no prospects and never have been.

Make no mistake the general attitudes of the men of the times had aided in my holding fast in that decision, arrogance seemed to be high no matter the station of the male.

From the first moment he entered the tavern, I couldn’t break myself from glancing in his direction.

Its not that he was overwhelmingly handsome, although he did have the most intense green eyes I had ever gazed upon.

I kept trying to figure out it was about this man that had me so intrigued, but it evaded me completely.

He seldom spoke and only did so to order his ale.

He wasn’t a man of great means apparent by the way he dressed. His trousers of soft hide tinted to almost earthen brown by the passing of time, warn nearly thru the knees. His shirt thin cotton with full sleeves, his tan flesh visible thru the warn cloth. But he was never without enough to do as he wished at any given moment as far as I could tell.

I had decided to give up on trying understanding the attraction toward him.

Which is when he finally spoke to me as the woman I am as apposed to the named proprietor of Tearz?

His voice echoed soft in my hears thru the quietness of the late hour, his question catching me slightly off guard.

“And how is it your are honored to take charge over such a well known establishment from a dear friend of mine?”… His tone changed slightly as the question came to a close.

I stammered for a response barely able to find one.

“You know Jac?” I responded.

His eyes flared slightly upon hearing my response.

“You dare refer to her in such a way? Her name is Jacqueline, never, I repeat; NEVER refer to her as anything less”

Surely, my mouth was gaping at his demand, thinking suddenly how dare him, who is it he thinks he is speaking to me in such a way.

Our eyes breaking contact at the remark.

My own eyes burned with the anger raging inside me at his reaction.

He departed shortly thereafter, leaving two gold pieces on the warn oak bar just before me as he turned toward the door, vanishing into the dark without another word spoken.

The tavern empty at last, my bed calling to me, but it being a market day sleep would not come for a matter of at least the eight hours it took to arrive at the boardwalk by wagon.

O’Withey’s Cottage just at the boardwalks entrance is where we usually stayed for the night.

Old friends of Jac’s were the owners and have always treated me kindly. And I was looking forward to seeing them once again.

I went about the duties of closing, cleaning and preparing for my arrival the next evening making sure the back entrance to the tower was secure.

I drew the heavy front door to the tavern closed behind me turning toward it as I placed the bolt.

My breath taken by a sudden burning pain to my back.

I glanced downward as the tip of the blade pierced thru the soft flesh just below my sternum.

The force behind the blade making me lunge forward, the blades tip coming to an abrupt halt as it embedded firmly into the door before me.

The voice haunting, the breath cold as ice against my ear as the last words I would ever hear broke thru the pounding of my own heart ringing loud in my ears, feeling it fight for its last few beats.

“You’re not worthy”

The touch to my shoulder cold as the blade was pulled from my limping body.

A loud gasp for breath rang thru the quiet as I crashed to my knees.

My fingers trailing down the rough surface of the door as I began to slip slowly into darkness.

The sound of him mounting his beast and its heavy gallop faded quickly into the distance.

                        Death and Rebirth

As some have claimed your life truly does pass before you in those last fleeting moments prior to death.

My mother whom died shortly after the birth of my youngest sister, clear as the last moment my eyes laid upon her all those years ago, her smile just as rich.

The summer days spent leaping from the large oak near the rivers edge, into the icy water running fresh from the distant mountains, in the company of my sisters.

The duels behind the homestead with my father, the expression of sheer joy overcoming him as I knocked the blade from his grasp.

The meeting of Jacqueline and those whom frequented Tearz.

The darkness invades, the perfect silence before a glint of light breaks thru your fading mind, you soul calmed in the hands of an ascending angel.

The brightness almost blinding as my eyes opened.

Fear evaded me as it did in life, but different somehow, there was a calming sense of peace unlike any I have ever known.

My body my own but not, there was no wound to be found, a gown of sheer white linen adorned my small frame. Then nothingness.

Her beautiful face as she neared me, her smile taking on a hint of evilness as her lips parted.

Her kiss soft but cold upon my lips sending a chill the length of my spine.

Her lips lighting against the flesh of my throat as she whispered words unknown to me.

“PourJe vous la vie eternalle, bous serai le mien toujours”

(“For I offer the eternal life to you, will be to you mine always”)

A searing pain as my throat was pierced, my pulse heavy against her lips as she drew my life for her hunger, her fingers light upon my trembling lips as to silent me.

Her tongue moved slowly over the wounds inflicted, her arms wrapping gently about me in a claming embrace.

Her words faded into darkness as she fed me from the swell of her breast.

My eyes eased open as the ache welled in my belly her words understood now as the fire raged within me.

“Amour eternal”

(“Love eternal”)

I awoke abruptly my hands trembling as it had seemed so real.

My mind in a fog.

Running at a full bore, I fell to my knees at the edge of a small stream as the soft hue of morning pressed at the tops of the distant mountains.

My eyes filled with tears as I glanced into the clear cold water before me, seeing no wound to my throat, my lips parted slightly in my confusion, my flesh pale, my eyes no longer my own.

Tears escaping my eyes as the realization of my timeless affliction sank deep into my now immortal soul.

I wasn’t at all sure what my next movement should be, my eyes closed for a moment closing out my reflection in the stream.

I kneeled there by it for quite some time fighting the urge to make myself known, in hopes my life may be taken quickly by a startled passer by.

I opened my eyes slowly, glancing about noting the deeper hues of color and listened with a keener sense of hearing this curse had graced me with.

Rising from the kneel, I ventured onward having no choice but to accept what it is I would become, fear grasped at my gut as the hunger slowly made its self known.

A break in the trees just ahead giving me the hope of finding a place of warmth as I neared a small township.

Just ahead a large mannor.

My eyes roamed the large structure taking in the smallest of details.

Sadly, it wasn’t the Inn, but a place to hide none the less, wondering if I should even consider searching out the Inn at this point in time, given what’s taken place. But knowing full well it was only she that could give light to this new life cast upon me.

The rising sun hidden behind the passing of now departing clouds, what little remained of the storm leaving the air thick with dampness.

As I neared the outskirts of the property, I took note of the hounds sleeping quietly under the bridge nearing the estates entrance.

Making my way silently thru the scattered trees circling the dwelling, being as quite as possible wishing not to wake whoever might inhabit the estate.

My eyes roaming constantly over the windows and several doors as I neared the back entrance.

The large door swinging easily inward as my fingers lighted upon it, my eyes scanned thru the room quickly gladly finding no one about.

My feet light upon the warmth of the stone floor.

The large kitchen silent except for the small fire crackling in the far corner.

Pushing onward I peeked thru the archway leading to a large living space.

My eyes softening as I saw the fire burning bright in the massive old stone fireplace against the far wall.

Large furs spread before it, I couldn’t resist going to them, and my feet sinking deep into the fire warmed fur. My eyes never leaving the flames as they danced before me.

The spell of the flames broken suddenly by the soft echo of laughter beyond the door to my right. I moved toward the door without a sound, my ear tight against the thick wood, I listened…

All was quiet for a moment’s time.

As I started to move away, again the laughter spilled forth, louder this time, the undeniable tones of a male and female in the throws of passion.

I turned leaning against the rough wood, the doors handle cool in my grasp, tempted to enter, but fear holding me fast.

Knowing an estate of this size would surely have a stable, I made my way toward the door I had gained access thru, only stopping long enough to grab one of the furs from the floor.

The storm had indeed past but the sky still a dull gray as I made my way to the stable behind the main dwelling. Always aware of my surroundings.

The stable was not warm by any means but it sheltered from the wind.

Knowing as I looked about it the Lord of the manor must be well off indeed, no finer beasts had I ever seen.

Their coats shone like silk in the dim light of the lantern as I lit it, long manes braided with brightly colored ribbon entwined with such care.

The tack room spotless, every saddle polished, the bridals hung neatly above the saddles belonging to each animal, their given names carved perfectly into the ornamental wood above them.

Moving into the main room the hay had been stacked neatly against the right wall.

Several small stalls lining the wall to my left.

Quickly is slipped into one holding the lantern high in search of somewhere to hang it, knowing I should get rest while I had the opportunity.

Hanging the lantern on a hook found near the door, I scattered a small bail of hey over the cold earthen floor for a place to lie.

Wrapping the fur about me, my mind at ease that I should be safe for the time being.

I awoke to the sharp point of a blade pressed firmly just below my ribs.

Backing away as much as possible finding myself trapped in the corner of the stall.

My eyes traveled up the sword, past the large hand grasping it into cold dark eyes.

“What are you?” he barked.

She appeared behind him, pushing her way past.

Her fingers light on the blade.

Long auburn locks flowed gently over her silk clad breast as her fingers reached out to touch my face.

I jerked my head away quickly not wishing to see the look on her face at discovering my fate.

“She looks like an angel… Count Uziel her skin is so very pale” her words cut like daggers.

“Who sent you?” he demanded.

The blades tip breaking thru the soft of the fur, the bite of the blade marking me.

I stammered for a response, but before I could find one, his voice rang heavy thru the small stall.

“Guard” he bellowed.

My heart leapt into my throat as the guard entered, sword drawn.

“Take her to a holding cell” his voice void of all emotion.

The cell being quite small. The walls stone, the floor earth and the door of heavy wood.

My wrists locked into shackles above my head, my ankles places in leg irons attached to large rings embedded in the wall aside my feet. The amount of time that past unknown to me.

My eyes rose slowly hearing someone enter, long amber curls clung to my face.

His expression no warmer with the passing of a time, his eyes as sharp as the blade he had used to pierce my flesh.

His voice clam but firm.

“I ask you again, who sent you?”

“No one Sir” I whispered.

“And I am to believe a creature such as yourself?” his tone deepening as he spoke.

“Its true Sir, I merely happened upon this place” my voice trembling slightly, more from the cold damp cell then fear of him.

His footsteps heavy as he neared, his fingers lighting on the wound he had inflicted.

“And what are you?” he asked, his voice taking on a sarcastic tone.

I could feel my blood come to the boil quickly, my lip curling slightly as a low guttural growl vibrated deep in my chest.

His laugh rang out loud bouncing off the stone walls.

“Your courage is honorable but unwise for one in your predicament little angel… Or is it vampire?”

His fingernails dug at the wound opening it once again, a soft flow of crimson pooled onto his fingertips.

Not a sound escaped my lips; I didn’t dare give him the satisfaction of seeing the slight pain caused.

“You’re so pale and cold to the touch” he remarked.

“I’m sure my color and warmth will return when…”

The words spoken so softly it was barely heard.

“When you what?” he hissed, as he pushed his bloodstained fingers to my lips…

I had yet to feed for the first time the overpowering urge unknown to me until that very moment.

His expression softening a bit witnessing the fight within me upon realizing what exactly this curse entailed.

His eyes breaking contact with mine as he spoke.

“You will receive nourishment shortly”

His fingers lighting on my face, his words now softer and a bit caring, throwing me completely off guard.

“You will not try to escape, it seems you have a unique opportunity by happening upon my estate, I suggest you take advantage of it”

Without another word spoken, he vanished.

Moments later a guard entered, his sword rested in its sheath at his side.

He first releases the binds to my ankles, his fingers gliding freely over the soft hide covering my legs.

His grip tight about my waist as he released my wrists, keeping me from collapsing onto the floor.

His grip tight about my waist as he whispered his intention.

“I’ve never had an angel before”

His embrace not lightening as I was lowered.

Wasting no time he released himself from his trousers.

Knowing I must take control of the situation, I forced the words from my lips.

“Let me ride you” my voice soft and breathy.

Watching him carefully as he lay onto the floor beside me.

Arising to a full stand, straddling him, glancing down into his gray eyes.

I could feel the hunger welling up in the pit of my stomach nearly to the point of madness.

My eyes not leaving his as I slowly lowered my body to him, feeling his stiffness push lightly to the cloth of my pants.

My fingers lighting on his shoulders as I leaned forward, long damp curls cascading over his face as I whispered into his ear.

“Votre moment est venu”

(Your time has come)

My heart pounding hard in my chest as my fingers wrapped about his wrists.

A low guttural growl echoed thru the small cell as I ripped at his warm flesh.

The soft gurgle in his throat as the blood rushed into it.

My first kill being a learning experience.

Knowing instantly I had bitten to deeply, my eyes pooled with tears feeling his struggle for air as he began to loose consciousness drowning in his own blood.

Caught helplessly between the hunger urging me and what little remained of my human essence.

His taste thick against my tongue, mind reeling from the heat of it as I took it in.

It burned like liquid fire as it coursed slowly thru my veins.

Feeling the rush of strength from the crimson for the first time, I pulled away gasping for breath.

A sudden rattle of the wooden door startling me.

There he stood eyes fixed on the scene before him.

I arose quickly;my stance that of a warrior set for battle, feeding off the heat from the kill, my newfound strength radiating from every pore.

“Now is not the time for fear of me, have I not provided for you?” he asked, as he slipped the blot form the door.

Realizing he had locked the guard inside so escape hadn’t been possible, I calmed slowly.

He entered a knowing, almost gentle expression coming to his usually cold features.

Our eyes breaking contact as they moved to the lifeless body of the guard before me, I was sickened by the warm glow it had given my cold immortality but unable to deny the calming it had offered.

He extended his hand to me as our eyes met once more.

My fingers lighting against his palm, feeling the warmth of his flesh closing about mine as I stepped over what would be the firs of a long chain if death in exchange for life… my own.

I was lead from the small cell down a narrow corridor, the cool breeze of the evening sending a chill over me.

“This will be your room” he exclaimed. As his hand grasped the copper handle of the door.

Pushing the door inward, he motioned me in. letting my hand fall free of his as I eased into the large room.

Not believing what I saw.

“I’ts so beautiful” is all I could muster as I glanced about the room.

The stone floor warm against my feet welcoming me to my new surroundings.

My eyes scanned the room slowly taking in every detail it had to offer, from the tapestries hanging on the walls, to the large four poster bed against the wall near a large fireplace.

He made his way across the room to an archway, motioning me onward. I fallowed without fear.

His face gentle as he turned to me, backing away slightly

His fingers grasped a hemp rope hanging just beside him.

I glanced upward out of instinct my eyes closing as the warmth of the water spilled over my head.

He stepped forward, his fingers light against my face as he washed the kill from my lips and chin.

The water as it pooled at my feet tinted red.

Again he tugged at the rope sending another burst of warmth over me, his fingers slipping from my face down over my shoulder.

“Finish bathing, you will be expected to attend the feast with the rest of us tonight” a slightl smile coming to the edges of his lips as he spoke.

Freeing myself of the soiled shrit and trousers as he made his departure letting them fall to the wet stone at my feet.

A smile came to my lips at seeing the array of scented oils that had been provided, arranged neatly on a small shelf beside the rope.

Choosing one of soft lavender after all evidence of the kill had been washed from me.

Wrapping a large linen towel about my now clean oil scented body as I slipped back into the main room.

A gown of white silk lay across the foot of the bed.

Letting the towel fall to the floor, I reached for the gown, stepping into it carefully pulling it p past my hips, adjusting its neckline as the thin cloth came to rest on my shoulders, its hem light against the tops of my bare feet.

The neckline pounging nearly to my navel in a soft drape between my breasts, the softness of it gently caressing my curves as I bent to grasp the holding loop just under the long trains end.

A light tap on the door of my room breaking the silent of the moment.

Her voice was soft and kind as she urged me to ready myself for the night’s festivities she pushed the door inward peeking just past the tick wooden edge.

She smiled seeing that I had already slipped into the gown.

“It’s lovely on you” she whispered as she neared.

Her fingers running thru my wet hair lightly, separating the long curls.

I followed as she led me through the garden its path leading us to what appeared to be a ball room.

I stopped just shy of the open doors billowing red curtains, suddenly fearful, I wasn’t even able to call up from memory, the last iem I was in the company of a fairly large group.

She smiled softly seeing the concern come over me.

“It will be fine, I promise” her voice somewhat calming, but the fear still hovering in the recesses of my mind at what could possibly transpier.

We entered only moments before the feast was set to begin.

The soft tones of the players hung lightly in the evening air giving a claming effect as I glanced about the large room, searching.

My eyes catching with his as the soft ringing of a bell indicated dinner would now be served.

Thankful for where I am, but still dreading what form of charred beast I would be expected to choke down.

I was seated between and older gentleman and a girl child.

The child insisting “You see she is an angel” her voice so sweet as her small fingers stroked the paleness of my shoulder.

I had assumed the Count would have made some kind of reference to my form to his guests upon springing me upon them.

But it was obvious by his smile he preferred the shock value.

The wine was offered as the staff prepared to present the meal.

My hand lighted atop my empty goblet as the server neared.

His voice soft against my ear as he spoke

“the Count has provided a special bouqet for you Miss”

Removing my hand, a slight tilt of my head at his comment.

I leaned nearer the server whispering softly

“I wish to know the Counts birth name please”

He smiled at the question,

“Mikhail Alitair Uziel, Madame” he responded.

My eyes fixed on the goblet as he poured, the unmistakable scent drifting over me catching me completely off guard.

Glancing over the goblets rim at our host as it touched to my lips.

My breath deepening ever so slightly as I felt the warmth of the liquid flow onto my tongue.

Unable to keep from wondering who it was he had sacrificed on my behalf, just to keep up appearances for those at the gathering.

The feast went without incident which I was thankful for.

And as it has always been, the gentlemen resided to the trophy room for brandy while the ladies were left to fend for themselves.

I took no interest in the small talk amoung them it being a bit beyond my realm of understanding, having been raised in a average household myself in life, the rich went on and on about nothing that seemed important in the least.

I decided to venture out into the garden instead. The night air cold but somehow inviting compared to the stuffiness of the room I had left behind.

As I slipped past the large fountian in the center of the garden I took notice of a rose maze to the far left of the property.

Unable to keep myelf from entering, deturnined in finding my way through it.

Torches had been lit, giving a soft glow of light at its entrance and had been scattered through out, giving just enough light to barely make out the bends of the path.

I had made at least a dozen turns when I came upon a middle aged man blocking the path before me.

“May I pass please good Sir?”

His smile widening as I neared.

“You will be a fine prize indeed” he hissed.

Backing away from him as he spoke, my gown catches on the thorny branches behind me.

“Pardon me Sir?” my voice elevating at the implication of the statement.

His fingers tightening on the sword at his side.

“You heard me, and make no mistake I intend to be the prize holder” his words cold and unfeeling.

“Mikhail is taking great pride in your uniqueness and he will indeed make out quite nicely from the purchaser.”

Anger welled up inside me at him finding my predicament amusing.

“Why not just fly away?” he hissed. His fingers gliding over the blades sheath.

My heart pounding hard in my chest realizing Mikail’s betrayal.

I stormed my way past, the thorns ripping at the softness of the gown as I fled aimlessly thru the maze.

His laughter heavy in my ears as I left him behind.

The sight of Mikail as I escaped the maze makning tears well in my eyes.

Knowing in my soul what the bastard had said was true.

For the first time I took to flight, a rush of air washed over him as I made my escape. Tears escaping my eyes as I touched the sky, my fingers ripping at the silk on my shoulders, setting free the gown of deceit.

Glancing back only once to watch it light on the ground at his feet, never to set my eyes on him again.

Realization

As the book was closed her eyes met with his.

“What does an old wives tail have to do with me Steffen?”

A large envelope was taken from his suits jacket. His voice was soft nearly a whisper as it was passed to her.

“It is very important that you try to keep an open mind on what you are about to see Angelica”

The envelope taken hesitantly and opened, from within it the parchment was unfolded and glanced at.

The blood rushed from her face as she read the family tree sketched out upon it, her words stammered, forcefully pushed from her throat.

“According to this the man married to my mother was a… a… vampire?”

He simply nodded.

“But that’s impossible, wouldn’t that make me…?”

She dare not speak the word again.

He smiled as he spoke.

“Let me explain, yes it’s true if he were your father”

A look of shock came over her delicate features, but she did not interrupt.

“Your mother had an affair with a gentleman by the name of Victor Alberton which produced you, Gregory was heartbroken when certain facts were discovered about the man, and in a fit of rage Gregory killed your mother.”

“Victor vanished without a trace leaving Gregory to fend for the child.”

She took a deep breath before speaking.

“And my Aunt and Gregory?”

He grimaced slightly.

“Your Aunt was killed for fear she knew too much, a letter had been found in her home from your mother telling of Gregory and your birth father. As for Gregory he couldn’t bear what he had done, I was called upon to aid in his suicide.

Her eyes returned to the parchment before her and as his eyes followed hers to his place on the document he realized she understood.

Her hands began to tremble as her eyes reluctantly rose to find his.

His eyes like black satin, his voice trying to be claming.

“Shhhhhhhhh I know, it’s a lot to learn in so short a time”

Her voice weak.

“How old were you when….”

He smiled.

“When I was made? Twenty one the same age you are tonight”

The parchment and envelope was passed back to him with a trembling hand, her head swam, if you could call it that, floundered would be a more suitable word.

His voice broke through the silent, but his lips failed to move.

“I will always be with you Angelica, I always have, ours is meant to be if only you let me protect and keep you”

The idea of the man before her being a vampire was totally out of her grasp of understanding, true enough his flesh was cold to the touch and he was quite pale, but that doesn’t make someone a blood drinker right?

She had been instantly attracted to him the moment he had entered the study. The fact the attraction did not fade in light of the information given had her wondering suddenly about her own sanity.

With the secret told he felt it only just she should be taken wherever she felt the most comfortable, quite a bit had been tossed onto her plate so to speak.

It did surprise him she chose to stay there at the Inn for the night. Was she so starved for a past the one offered would be accepted so eagerly?, It seemed so.

She was escorted upstairs to the sleeping chambers and one was picked by her, he smiled at the choice but said nothing and assured her he would be just down stairs if she needed him.

As she snuggled in for the night the flickering flames of the fire Steffen was kind enough to build cast dancing shadows on the faded walls of Jacqueline’s chamber.

The very coverlet that caressed her cold immortal body centuries prior wrapped about me like a cocoon solidifying a past.

He stayed below as promised while she slept, he had been there many many times himself after it came to his attention the history in it. As with all else that had been discovered it too was purchased joining the steadly growing web expanding his world.

The parchment was opened and spread atop the dusty table before him, his cold fingers tracing over the branches as inky orbs took in each name.

The whereabouts of each carefully tracked over the passing of time.

Jacqueline LePlume nested away in Washington State with Tera MacRyan and Luis Enyoka.

Sean Talbert resided in Los Vegas now, which seemed only fitting considering his past.

Steffen had made the choice to stay near the oldest recorded dwelling of the family’s history. It angered him that Jacqueline refused to speak of her past and as far as he could tell it would remain such.

Her maker unknown to anyone, nothing was ever said other than he was gone.

To assume him dead would be foolish, to push Jacqueline for more information would be even more so.

His eyes drifted upward as Angelica entered dream state, and he was tempted to move nearer should she become frightened, but the urge was resisted and he waited, waited for what he wasn’t sure… a whimper?… a scream?

But nothing came, her peaceful state astounded him, her mind drifting on the information she had been gifted, neither fear or regret could be read anywhere.

Content in the fact all was well, he laid down himself, his eyes drifted closed but sleep would evade him as it has sense his second birth.

He listened to her breath as it filled and escaped her lungs. To her heart as it pumped the fluid of life through her veins.

No he had no desire to kill or make her perhaps one day the latter would change only time would tell.

He loves her with everything he is or will ever be, the past linking them was weak at best, no tie honestly aside from a shared name.

He was calm, his thoughts quiet for a time when her mind stirred him from its peace.

His image swirled through her resting mind. Did she truly see him as her mind depicted?

True enough it was he within her arms in her minds eye, his lips but a breath away from her forehead as they embraced.

The gold within her eyes catching the flicker of flames behind him as they rose to meet with his, her body so very warm as she pushed nearer closing the space between them.

The quickening of her pulse as her hands came to rest upon his chest, her heals leaving the cold stone of the floor, her fingers spraying wide as her lips barely brushed to his own.

Her thoughts ripped him from his relaxed position and sent him bolting from the Inn to seek out prey, promising himself not to return until she awoke.

She woke at first light; the sun had yet to touch the sky. The gown she had worn the night prior lay across the foot of the bed, it had been shed for a bed dress found in a chest near the window.

Her bare feet silent upon the cool stone of the steps as she made her way back down to the tavern.

She was unaware he entered her eyes on the flames before her as she fed the fire trying to ward off the chill of the room.

He stood silently watching her; the waves of auburn had been set free to cascade down her back, the wispy tips reaching just below her hips. The bed dress did little in hiding the silhouette of shapely legs and…

He cleared his throat before speaking gaining her attention.

“You should dress, I’m sure your boss will be worried about you, perhaps we should go”

She turned slowly to face him.

“He has already been called; I assured him all is just fine”

She glanced down at the bed dress worn and smiled.

“Give me a moment to change”

He watched as she vanished up the steps and called for the driver.

A smile crept to his lips as she descended the steps but a few moments later, the inner shell of the dress worn, its coverlet draped over her arm. Her feet were bare, the heals dangling from her fingertips.

He escorted her to the car and the departed.

She honestly didn’t wish to slip from the back seat when they pulled in front of the hotel.

He smiled at her hesitation before urging her to get something to eat and assured her he would call on her soon.

Nearly the instant she entered her room the phone rang, even though she had called. The reciever plucked up reluctantly.

“Hello?”

She rolled her eyes as she flopped on the bed.

“I told you I’m fine”

“No, we didn’t speak about the Majestic”

“Yes, I’m quite aware I was missing all night, didn’t you get my message?”

“You did, ok then you’re over reacting, look it was a long night, I’ll call you when I have something for you”

“Oh please! Your dime covered the trip over; I’m out of my own pocket now”

“Hey, hey no! I’d rather it this way this is a delicate situation much more involved than we ever dreamed”

“Look just trust me, I know what I’m doing”

“I have go, will call you soon…bye!”

A slender finger reset the phone and the front desk called.

“Yes good morning, this is Miss. Talbert no calls to my room please unless it’s Mr. Cambridge, thank you so much”

The phone settled back to its cradle, she thought about what Steffen had said about eating, but the desire to do so wasn’t there.

Instead a nice long bath would be taken in an attempt to makes some sort of sense out the night before.

The gown was shed and cast onto the foot of the bed as she made her way to the lavish bathroom.

A touch of Gardenia oil was added to the flow of water as the oversized claw foot tub filled.

Its scent as it joined the heated water brought a smile to her lips and she quickly lowered herself into the warmth of it.

Her eyes closed as the comfort surrounded her, so many questions she wanted to ask, none of which involved the Majestic Theater.

Everything that had been brought to light swirled through her mind like a gentle storm with a promise of rain to her parched heart.

She felt complete for the first time in her twenty one years.

Her body relaxed completely and her thoughts began to calm, she drifted between awareness and the temptation of sleep when the phone rang.

She leaped from the tub and darted to the phone not bothering to wrap anything around her dripping body, her heart aflutter.

Breathe Angel just breathe she reminded herself as it was answered on the third ring, her voice soft and breathy as she spoke.

“Hello?”

Her smile widened as his voice caressed her ear.

“Good morning Steffen”

She felt the heat of a blush rise as he spoke.

“Oh is it?’

She glanced at the bedside clock to confirm the time, she stammered slightly.

“I must have fallen asleep”

A gentle bite was given the soft swell of her lower lip as his wish of her was spoken.

“Alright an hour, see you then”

Why did this man affect her so?

She fought the warming in her belly as she tore through her closet for something to wear, deciding on a strapless flowery cotton dress.

The day was to be warm or so he had said.

The dress was slipped on and a comfortable pair of sandals chosen.

As her toes walked their way into them a pair of large gold hoop earrings was slipped into the delicate lobes of her ears.

Her hair. What to do with her hair? She decided down would be best, her head tossed forward and a large tooth comb ran through the wet curls quickly.

The comb tossed onto the bed before her hair was wadded in her hands to bring the curls back to life.

Flipping her head upward swiftly sending long curls to caress her back as she made her way to the door.

As she entered the lobby from the lift his car was seen arriving.

David emerged and rounded the car to open the door for her, her request to sit in front with him to him by surprise.

“I suppose so Angelica if you like”

“Thank you David I’m not used to being hauled around like someone of importance”

He simply smiled and opened the front passenger door and closed it behind her.

As the pulled away from the curb she glanced at him wondering.

A smile curled to his lips just before he spoke.

“Yes, I was born for the second time twelve years ago, an act of kindness by Steffen to a dieing man.”

She glanced out the window as she spoke.

“That’s annoying you know, but thank you”

He chuckled softly.

“Well you did want to know”

She smiled.

“Yes, yes I did”

It quickly became a game of sorts between them during the drive.

He grinned.

“No, he isn’t involved with anyone”

“Yes, he finds you attractive”

His eyes widened, fingers grasped the steering wheel tighter his voice cracking slightly as he spoke.

“Angelica you shouldn’t think of such things, it’s not wise or possible”

“He wasn’t there when you woke at the Inn was he” it was more a statement than a question.

She glanced at him and answered aloud.

“No, he returned shortly afterward”

He smiled.

“Your dreams must have been quite vivid Angelica”

The heat of a heavy blush was felt as he spoke only one word whispered.

“Oh”

She smiled as her gaze moved back to the pacific to their right.

“And did my dreams anger him?”

He shook his head slightly.

“No they didn’t anger him, let me explain some things you need to be mindful of”

She listened intently.

“Try to imagine how it would feel if you were horridly parched and you could hear a babbling brook but were unable to access it”

Her brows tugged together slightly as he continued.

“That is how he feels when near you, your beating heart, the steady pulse through your veins, those things difficult all on their own, but combined with your dream of him…”

He hesitated before continuing, choosing his words carefully not wishing to frighten her.

“He showed great restraint in leaving; he could have given in to the desire if it were anyone but you”

Her head canted slightly in puzzlement.

“If it weren’t me?”

He nodded.

“He sees you as family, true not in blood as they say, but in name”

He hesitated once again before speaking.

“You resemble his late wife in a way”

He glanced to her as she did him.

“It’s your eyes”

As the pulled to the restaurant he smiled.

“Not to worry I will say nothing of our conversation if you extend me the same courtesy”

She nodded as Steffen neared the door to open it for her.

His smile was radiant as her hand lighted atop his offered one; she didn’t even flinch as the warmth of hers caressed the chill of his.

She emerged and glanced at the building with a little raise of brow.

He chuckled outwardly.

“Not all is as it seems my dear Angelica”

He escorted her through the large oak ornate doors into a small entryway.

A thick red velvet drape was pulled back to give her entry by a man dressed in a black hooded cloak.

Her eyes widened as she entered, her voice soft as she spoke.

“Is this your intent for the Majestic?”

He smiled.

“Exactly my intent”

His eyes closed as he felt her pulse quicken, his words calmly spoken.

“Have you ever been to a place such as this?”

Her body trembled at the question posed; she couldn’t lie he would know instantly.

Her thoughts flashing to a place visited last year.

Her voice was soft barely louder than a whisper.

“Yes”

His eyes opened as she spoke the truth, his inky orbs catching with the blue of her own.

“What dark desires do you harbor my sweet Angelica”

Her face flushed slightly as she searched for words, her mind instantly returning to the Club visited in San Francisco. Not a word was spoken between them as he touched her mind.

A single cold finger pushed to her lips as she attempted to speak quieting her, knowing her mind would speak what her lips would fail to.

“Show me”

As they settled on a large couch to the left of the entry she broke the silents.

“I have not always been so secretive Steffen, it’s a learned trait over the years, and my desires have a price, a high one it seems.”

He smiled.

“It’s now as it has always been, people fear what they do not understand”

She glanced into his eyes, his narrowing slightly.

“You are afraid to show me”

She wanted to keep nothing from him.

“I know why you left the Inn”

He smiled and shook his head.

“David”

She nodded.

“Please don’t be angry with him, he obviously felt I should know and I did push for the information a bit”

“I’m not angry Angelica, your dreams caught me quite off guard, until that night I, hadn’t looked deeply into your subcausios, and if I am to be honest”

He chuckled.

“You dream quite loudly”

The blush was pronounced as she hid her face against his chest.

“I’m sorry”

She relaxed and curled up aside him, her sandals cast off as she brought her legs upward tucking them to her left. The warmth of her body not uncomfortable for him simply different.

Long cold fingers toyed with her hair gently.

“Show me Angelica”

She closed her eyes as she curled tighter to the cool of his body, her left hand rested against his silk clad chiseled chest, a deep breath was taken the exhale slow as her thoughts began to focus.

Through her mind he could feel the cool of the night air raise goose bumps on her flesh as she walked toward the Clubs entry in San Francisco.

She looked heavenly, the sheer black of the dress form fitting but not obscenely so, the shimmering black stones woven through the delicate cloth barely covered her ripe full breasts and narrowed to a winding path over each hip melding into a blooming flower hiding her sex beneath.

His eyes roamed freely taking in every inch of her feminine form, the lace of the black panties accentuating the firm globes of pale ass flesh beneath the sheer cloth of the dress.

The sound of her dress caressing the silk stocking cladthighs seems so very loud within his mind as it continued to touch hers. His breath catching slightly as her eyes drifted upward to watch two women suspended above in a large cage. The simple act of her tongue brushing over her lush lips as a blush came to her delicate features made him stir aside her.

She broke his touch of her mind abruptly.

His breath returned and he spoke to her openly.

“Show me Angelica, don’t assume me so very weak to the pleasures of the flesh, I could not have survived so very long if that was the case believe me.”

She moved against him to relax completely letting her head rest atop the stone of his chiseled thigh.

His fingers found themselves woven in the silky locks of her dark hair, combing absently through them as her thoughts began to focus once again, her lids closed hiding those beautiful eyes from him certain she wouldn’t be able to think of the night in question if their eyes met.

Her attention drawn to a gentleman near the end of the bar, he was hauntingly attractive.

In a frail human way, he interjected.

Stefan chuckled softly as he glanced down at her beautiful face a little frown tugged at her lips.

“I’m sorry it’s your memory I won’t interject again I promise”

His promise sounded sincere.

She really couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips. Without thought she touched his mind for the first time. His eyes widened and his chest swelled with a deep intake of breath as she spoke without the movement of lips.

“I would appreciate that, thank you”

He was truly shocked and with his centuries he honestly didn’t believe it possible to do so any longer. True he knew some humans were gifted with telepathic powers but until that moment her ability had been carefully guarded.

He spoke aloud.

“Are there any other secrets I should be aware of?”

A little grin tugged at her lips.

“Quite a few actually, but you won’t let me finish a complete thought”

His brow raised slightly.

“I promised I wouldn’t interject again, your skirting dangerously close to brat status and don’t think for a moment I’m unable to deal appropately with that issue my dearest Angelica”

An image was shot into her mind instantly.

Her lashes fluttered as she clearly saw herself draped across his muscular thighs, her dress tugged up to her slender waist, the only protection guarding her from the peppering of his hand, the thin cotton panties she currently wore.

Her pulse raced, and the heat of a blush touched her face as their eyes met.

He smiled, his words taunting.

“I’m scenting more than shock or fear in you, desire perhaps? Yet another secret carefully guarded?”

His words making the blush deepen confirming them to be truly spoken.

She bolted upright to setting and turned slightly to face him.

“I have to return home Steffen, to Missouri”

His face became like stone instantly.

She continued.

“Please let me explain, I’ve had this trip abroad planned for nearly a year and…..”

His features softened.

“You owe me not explanations Angelica, but I must say that was a very clever way to change the subject, so when must you depart?”

Her pulse slowed.

“Day after tomorrow, the noon flight”

He sighed softly.

“That’s so very soon; it gives me so little time to discover these intriguing secrets of yours”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, the urge to stick her tongue out at him so strong her lips twitched.

An evil grin spread over his lips.

“Tempting fate are you?”

She didn’t respond and simply rose gracefully from the couch to roam about, her bare feet silent against the plush carpet covering the floor.

His eyes followed but he didn’t rise, allowing her to drift through the play space alone without his massive form reeking havoc on her already aroused state.

He could feel the desire in her well up as she slid her fingers over a few pieces of bondage furniture scattered throughout the dimly lit room.

Her mind drifted to her conversation with David, Steffen saw her as family how could she dare to have these thoughts, feelings of desire for him.

His eyes met with hers the instant she turned to cross the distance between them. What he spoke to her mind was nothing less than a plea for understanding.

“Yes, it’s true you have and always will be a part of our wide reaching family, make no mistake about that, but you hold no binds to us so to speak, your will is your own, you share an ancient name by way of circumstance nothing more.”

As she settled aside him the gentle caress of her warm fingers against the cool of his forearm sparked a need of intimacy he had all but forgotten over the passing of time.

He had left himself dangerously open to her without even realizing it; their time together brought him great happiness, a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in so very long. He cursed himself inwardly for being so careless.

She felt his body tense aside her, the gentle cant of her head sent dark locks cascading over her right shoulder an innocent look of puzzlement came to her face.

She knew she shouldn’t ask but she simply had no choice in the matter, this man was like no other she had ever met.

Not that she had met many men mind you; she had been sheltered to the point of madness when she was in her teens.

But something about him made her ache, need his touch, his love.

Her lips parted to speak but she hesitated as their eyes locked.

His face so hauntingly handsome, his eyes like deep pools threatening to drown her should she dare to hold his gaze longer than a few moments time and his body…

She shivered and quickly pushed the thought away.

He smiled, he had been so very stealthy in the entering of her mind not wishing her to know he was within her, his voice startled her slightly when he spoke aloud.

“Ask your question Angelica”

A touch of anger flashed in her eyes, her jaw clenched.

“You and David need to learn manners, what are you always in my head now?”

He chuckled softly.

“No, not always I do have business to run; besides your thoughts are even louder than your dreams… ask your question please”

Her eyes widened as her arms crossed over her breasts.

“You know the question without me speaking it”

His eyes drifted over her slowly before returning to her face, his voice calm unlike her own.

“Yes Angelica, I ache for you as well"