. . . He swept her off her feet . . .
The first time she saw him she was in love. In love with his looks at least, she did not know what was really there to love. It was simple. He glanced her way, his dark eyes of jade catching hers, a smile creeping upon his lips. She was breathless, completely and utterly. He walked over to her and offered his hand. “Do you want to dance?” She heard him say. She could do nothing but nod, not trusting her voice to be steady.
She took his hand and he led her onto the dance floor, spinning her ‘round and ‘round. She could not stop. Even had she wanted to, she knew she would be unable to. She was in heaven. She had never enjoyed something like this ever, the simple pleasure of dancing with a handsome stranger. That this handsome stranger had chosen her is what made it so much more enjoyable. They danced the night away, never stopping until the last notes faded from the musicians’ instruments, faded from their mind.
. . . He took her away from this land . . .
“Come with me,” he whispered. It was seductive, the curve of his lips as he smiled inviting to her, his hand held out expectantly. All she had to do was take his hand . . .
Her hand found his and she was lost. Lost in his eyes, lost in his power. She was in his hands. He led her away, out of the sparkling halls where the night was almost lost just to dance. He opened the carriage door and let her step inside. Perfumes hung heavy in the air, flower petals cushioning the seat and floor. He sat down beside her and took her hand in his.
And he kissed her. He kissed her ear, he kissed her cheek, he kissed her lips. She was lost and he was her only chance of being found.
. . .He brought her to a place of fantasy . . .
He led her to his house, grand and magnificent. It was like a castle itself. He walked up the stone stairs, through the grand doors. He walked her through the halls lined in pictures and tapestries and lamps. He knew it so well, leading her straight to a door. He opened it up and let her step within the bedroom. Red silk covered the bed, a fireplace was burning to keep the room warm, a table was set with glasses empty and a pitcher of liquid to quench their thirst. But she did not see.
They were like two deprived of all necessities and now they had found it. They had found each other.
. . . He promised her the world . . .
He whispered so softly as he kissed her, he whispered as her arms tangled around his neck. He spoke of treasures, he spoke of money, he spoke of power. All of this, he said, could be hers. He promised to give her anything in the world she wanted, all she needed was to say the word.
And she asked for him.
He breathed out and unveiled both of them.
. . . He gave her a dream . . .
He taught her to love that night. He taught her what it meant to desire someone, what it was like to have passion. He taught her what it meant to feel complete. He left her wanting more.
She asked for more, she asked for him and he grew haughty. He was so handsome and looked so dangerous. He could give her no more. It was time for him to get what he wanted.
. . . He made her pay the price . . .
She screamed as he held her down, as he so gently and easily turned her head to the side. He bowed his head and dug his teeth into her neck. She struggled. They always struggled. He drank her blood. He took her life. She grew still and pale, she became colder by every second.
“You are free,” he whispered in her ear. And he taught her what it felt like to loose everything you ever had.