Three Black Roses

Chapter one

The virgin blood, it is the most magnificent nectar in the world. Its enchanting sweet taste can be compared to nothing in the world, arousing and yet soothing to my burning heart, awakening the fantasies inside my head that I normally keep locked up. Drinking one's blood is not only for the nourishment of my body, I feast on their soul. Each drop makes me an associate in their sins, a witness to their crimes, a permanent partner in their impurities. As their bodies drain out of vital liquid, their souls purify, as if they were born yesterday. Mine, on the other hand, becomes more polluted, more smeared.

That is why I prefer virgins, after children, they have the most purified soul. I enjoy the depth of their blood, its livelihood, as if the smallest drop is full of joy, hopes and dreams for future. Of course, the joy doubles if I drink them while I take their body, then as I gulp down their delicious juice, I violate their innocence, making their clean soul contaminated with pleasure of wanting my sinful existence inside of them. Those perfect untouched bodies would go lifeless satisfying my darkest desires, taking a very small amount of my sins with them to the grave.

But this is not why I want Leyla. She is going to be my bride, her virtuous existence will blend with mine, cleansing my black soul. As she takes each black rose from me, I take over a portion of her mind and body until the third rose which will bring her here, to my chamber, as my mate.

Here, lying in my coffin, deep in my sleep, I dream of her in the party and try to recap every little detail of tonight's events. My dreams are always lucid, I have a total control over everything, so maybe I should do things to her that in reality I could not do. Not yet at least. I have not tasted her, but other than that, I let all my other senses to feast on that delicate creature. My eyes watched her every move, her small features, her curvy body, the way she moved as she danced. I let my ears to listen to the sound of her voice, enjoying her Northern English accent. My nose was filled with her smell, a mild warm and sweet scent, just like how I was imagining she would taste. And I touched her, for the slightest second, I do not think she even noticed but I caressed her arm, just giving myself a taste of what is coming to me.

She is perfect, in every way. I see her in my dream again, with her pale green dress that hugged her body perfectly, sitting in a corner as I try to get as close to her as possible. I do not want her to see me but she will certainly feel my presence. But there is someone else, a human who is asking my maiden for a dance. I watch as she puts her hand in his and leaves for the dance floor, making me boil in fury and anger. I will not stay and watch as his hands touch my beloved, so despite my initial decision, I am going to call and reveal myself to her. I know that Leyla belongs to me and the limit that I am prepared to go to in order to have her rightfully in my arms is infinity. Oh yes, I will deceive, threat and kill if necessary.

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Leyla stepped outside the carriage, full of excitement and thrill. The sound of music was caressing her ears and despite the freezing weather that was enunciating a snowy night, she could not wait to take her fur coat off and join the dance inside. She impatiently stood as her sister, Annie gracefully walked inside first and followed her to the bright and crowded hallway.

The magnificent Alwin mansion looked lively and beautiful under the influence of tall candle lights, wall lamps and variety of flowers that was sat in every corner. Maids were running around, helping the guests with their coats and showing them to the ballroom. Leyla's eyes wondered for a moment to the top of the majestic marble stairway that was leading to second floor. There was a small candle on every step, its glow mirrored by the shiny stone of the stairs and added to the beauty of the atmosphere.

As the two sisters entered the ballroom, their present did not go unnoticed. After all, Annie was a heart stopper, her beauty and grace accompanied by her father's title would make her the centre of attention in any party. Their hostess, Lady Alwin rushed to welcome them.