Loves Forbidden Touch (A Supernatural Story)

Chapter 1

He had stolen her from her father's home that much he was for sure. A beauty she was, far more elegant than any female he had encountered before. He looked down to her as he carried her away into the night, wanting more from her than he could ever have. It was silly of him to think of her in such an erotic way, but the feelings inside wouldn't go away. He groaned, nearly slapping himself as he slipped into the shadows and into the abandoned house outside of town. This spelt trouble and he knew it.

He entered the large room and laid her on the bed he'd made for her. He felt that she had to be comfortable, in order to be reasonable with him. He shook his head, wanting to slap himself for even attempting this. He was being stupid, this was wrong in so many ways.

He went about the room, lighting the candle in which he'd placed earlier, filling the room with a soft glow. Moonlight shone through the door, lazily covering the girl as she lay on the bed sleeping. Soon she would awake, wanting to know why she was here.

He stepped back into the shadows, kneeling to the ground, watching her as her chest rose and fell. He wanted to touch her, play with her but he had to keep his wits. If she died, he would surely do so as well, and that my friends were never going to happen. He stared about the room; it had gone darker since he left his thoughts. The flicker of candlelight was the only light that was seen. He rose and threw open the French doors to let in the cold October air. He loved the cold air, even though he couldn't feel it. He knew what it felt like.

The curtains that graced the windows touched him, waving in the light breeze. He pulled them away as he looked out into the darkness, seeing nothing more than a vast array of decrepit trees. He sighed, turning his attention back to the girl on the bed. It stood in the middle of the bare room, covered in black velvet. The girl was more than a girl, a teen from what he could tell. She slept peacefully and undisturbed, for now. She was dressed in a white silk nightgown that barely reached her knees. Her long blond hair cascaded around her, covering her like a blanket. She wasn't the first he'd brought here, the room smelled of death, a lingering effect of the last body that had been here.

Back in the shadows he stood dressed in black; creeping along the tiled floor to stand by her. He traced his finger up to her bare arm, noticing the flawlessness in her porcelain skin. A smile crept to his lips, fangs barely visible to the naked eye. He could smell the blood in her, his hunger more visible than ever.

He stroked her soft skin as the scent of lavender crept to his nose. The girl moaned in her sleep, slightly pulling away from his touch. He withdrew his hand and walked around the bed, lying down next to her. He pulled her small body against his own hard one, holding her in place with a single arm. He nuzzled into her neck as he licked her flesh, wanting nothing more than to taste the blood that ran in her veins.

She awoke from her slumber and pulled away, tearing out of bed and staring back at the man she hardly knew. Terror was in her eyes; she didn't understand why she was here. He knew that this was wrong, but the ecstasy he felt for her was far too strong. He leapt from the bed and grabbed her by the waist, pushing her back against the wall and holding her there. She looked up to his pale face, seeking out answers left unsaid. She shuddered then from his touch.

She whimpered, pulling away as he bent down and placed a kiss on her lips. She tried to pull away but the heat inside her melted as he laced his fingers with her own. He felt her loosen up, giving into the unusual sensation. He pulled away for a moment, peering down to her childish face, wanting to do more, yet restraining himself. She bit her lip and drew blood; he bent down and licked it clean with his tongue. The taste of metal touched his lips, the sweet nectar of life coursing his veins. He stepped away abruptly and motioned for her to take a seat on the bed. She ran to the bed, jumping onto it and pulling the covers around her. She was scared; he knew that from the fear in her eyes.