Neon Master

7

They carried out their respective tasks until midnight came.

Lucas walked up behind Annabel, putting his arms around her and whispering in her ear, "Ready to go home?"

She smiled wide, "Yes, Lucas."

He kissed her on the temple before moving away, "Come. We're going to my place this time."

They left without another word, Annabel simply accepting without protest that they'd go to his home for a change. They walked down the street, and she had a pressing question, "Do you always walk?"

He nodded, blowing out a puff of smoke, "Always."

She put her arms around herself and nodded.

They came to a good sized house, one that looked different from its neighbors. There were gargoyles guarding the driveway, in which was a bright orange sports car. The house was ornate, a deep pink, embellished with silver trim. It looked completely out of the ordinary, but not too much for a wealthy man in LA.

Walking inside she looked around. It was lush, chic with dark purple walls and a lime green ceiling. It looked just as gaudy as the outside, but unknown to her it was simply because Lucas was tired of his dull existence. He needed things lively and a bit flamboyant.

He left her in the living room as he went to fetch some packaged blood he kept for emergencies. It tasted awful, but he hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours. He watered it down, pouring it into a wine glass, then he poured Annabel a glass of wine. A perfect cover. He returned to find her wandering around the room, checking out his decor. What she saw was an array of old time looking relics and vampiric paintings. She stopped to stare at one as Lucas handed her the glass of wine. She took a sip, wondering if it was a confirmation of her suspicion. She still had no idea how he had appeared before her the other night.

"Bouguereau," he stated in regard to the painting, something that didn't at all match his house theme. But it was a beautiful depiction of a man biting another. She wondered if he related.

They drank and spoke of work, Annabel agreeing with his previous statement that she'd enjoy it. Lucas told her about the client he'd had that day, about how she was an exceptional bitch, having not given him a lick of respect. She shook her head, telling him that he deserved all the respect that could be given. She really was so precious, such a good girl.

With their drink gone he took her hand, leading her up the stairs. Her body pulsed with excitement, wondering what he had in store for her this time. His room was just as extravagant, a large bed with a turquoise duvet the main feature.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered.

She stood there for a moment, unsure of how to do so without looking dull, like she had just gotten home from a long day of work and she was coming home to her husband of fifteen years. Luckily all she was wearing was a dress and a pair of heels. She looked him in the eyes with a sultry stare as she slipped out of the heels, then she peeled her dress straps down one at a time, shimmying out of the dress in a playful way. Then she removed her bra and pushed off her panties. He smirked, seemingly amused, "Put your heels back on."

She blushed, but she did as she was told. He looked her up and down, really taking her in this time. The way she looked in his dim lighting was divine.

He went to her and pulled her into a deep kiss before whispering against her lips, "Get on the bed."

She went to the bed, the plush duvet comfortable. He went to a dresser, pulling out an exceptionally long piece of rope. He had used it many a time to hang himself, a way to feel close to death. He no longer needed that feeling, as long as he had her. He went to the bed, "On your knees."

When she got on her knees he climbed up with her, wordlessly hooking the rope beneath her breasts and wrapping it around the ribcage, crossing it back around, then he looped it, bringing the ends up between her breasts and around her neck, crossing it back over again, then he criss-crossed the rope, putting both ends beneath her armpits and brought them back around to tie it across her chest. It formed a pentagram upon her chest; then he moved behind her, taking her arms and tying them behind her back.

She stayed stock still as he worked. It felt binding, and that was the point. She had never looked much into rope bondage, but this was simple enough, nothing too extreme; she quite liked the way it looked. And so did he as he came back around to look at her.

He dipped his head down to latch onto her breast, a hand coming up to squeeze it. She flushed, not having had such attention on that area. She released a low moan deep within her throat. Then in a flash he was bending her over, undoing his zipper, and without warning he plunged into her. He pounded into her, a stark contrast to the last time, fucking her as opposed to making love. Her pussy ached, she had never been fucked before, and it made her cry out until she was screaming in pleasure. It wasn't long before he came and he spoke, "You beautiful creature."

He pulled out, putting his cock back in its confines. He quickly untied her bondage. She collapsed.

He tossed the rope aside and laid down beside her, taking her into his arms, then without thought he confessed, "I love you, Annabel."

Her heart swelled, she had been waiting to hear it. She brought an arm around him, holding onto him more securely, "I love you too, Lucas. I want to stay with you forever."

Forever with her, he thought, how remarkable that would be.

She was tired, but something kept her awake, the unrelenting thought that he was indeed something other than human. She bit her lip, unsure if she should bring it up again, but she couldn't hold back. Embarrassed, she spoke quietly, "If you're a vampire... can you turn me?"

His insides coiled with trepidation, still concerned that she knew, but it was true that he wanted her fully. To completely make her his. He stroked her hair, contemplating. Then he replied, "Can you handle the sting of my bite?"

A wave of uncertainty overcame her, she didn't have the highest pain tolerance. But she really did want it. She was so in love with him and the thought was exciting. Eternity with the most handsome, romantic man she knew. How fun it would be. "I can't say I can, but please. I want you forever."

"Very well," he relented. He sat up, turning to face her, "You're going to see me as I truly am."

She nodded, "I'm ready."

Before her eyes he opened his mouth wide, his teeth elongating into sharp points. Her eyes went wide, she had been skeptical, thinking maybe he was just playing along, but now she knew. He was a vampire. She calmed, her expression softening once again, "You're beautiful."

He stroked her hair again, gentle and caring. Then he took her chin and turned her head. He brought his head down and first teased at her neck, scraping his fangs along the skin. She shuddered, holding her breath and bracing herself for pain. Then, without any chance for backing out, he pierced her. She made a pained sound, her body going rigid. It hurt like hell, felt strange beyond words. She couldn't have fathomed how intense it would feel. He drank from her, savoring the sickly sweet taste. Then he pulled away, her blood on his lips, glistening darkly in the dim light. She found it oddly alluring. But she felt faint.

He could see her paling, knowing she was about to go unconscious, so he urgently bit open his wrist, holding it to her mouth, "Hurry, drink."

She wearily lifted her mouth to his wrist, tasting for the first time blood that wasn't her own. It was intoxicating. But she could only stomach so much.

He pulled his wrist away just as it was healing, "You're mine, Annabel. For eternity."