Tending The Darkness

Chapter 5

Cameron's perspective;

I dream of her neck, she is offering it to me in submission. I trace my fingers down her long spine. She is in a long black satin dress. Her back is showing. My fingers trace small circle on her back. I smell her golden hair. I smell arousal and a type of comfort I want to get to know. She tilts her head back in pleasure. Her lips slightly parted. My fingers finds her jaw, they trace it until they are under her chin. I tilt her head towards mine, my lips readying for a kiss. Then suddenly she sprouts large black wings and she flies away from me. My hands grab at her and come up empty like I was grabbing at a mirage in the desert.

I wake up in longing. My oh my she is evading me. So close am I to having her. My hands tremble in anicpation. Soon I will meet this temptress. Soon our united Darkness will block out the sun.
I check the time. Its early in the morning. I get out of bed and take a shower. I think of her. I feel the attraction. I know she will want me. I know this in my heart. How will I tell her. Small talk? An honest proposal? I could ask her to dinner with me. Yes, I will take her to dinner and then seduce and claim her as mine. My heart screams at me. Seduce? Seduce? She is not a common thrill seeker. She is like me. How would I court myself. I often wonder what separates me from the Darkness. Is it inside of me or am I alike to it naturally? I suppose I will find out.

There aren't many dark ones in the spectrum of things. Very few of us need to exist in order to express its desire. The amount of damage we do outweighs the amount of good the Light can do. I have ruined my fair share of women. I have sabotaged good relationships with my appeal. I have wasted women away that have wanted me. I do this because their love is not true. It cannot be. I closed my heart to all but myself. I distanced myself from the people in my life. I crave closeness. The possibility of this has clouded my vision so much, that my plan of pursuit was non-existent.
How will I win her. What if she feels nothing for me. But that does not explain the way that I feel
Like I said, my heart yearns for her.

Valerie's perspective;

Every hour he is closer. I am soaking in a hot bath. Bubbles brimming, sipping on a glass of champagne. The air around me is suffocating. I breath the hot air through my nose. I must look sexy tonight.

After towel drying I go to my closet. I choose a black lace bra and black lace panties. I put on a black garter belt that attatch to my stockings. I pair these with black stiletto heels. I choose a black polo necked dress with long sleeves. It is short enough to have appeal and classy enough to show grace. I pair this with a burgundy lipstick and brush my hair until it forms romantic curls.

I take a sip of champagne. I am nervous for the first time in a very long time. I make my way downstairs and my family is seated in the lounge drinking wine and cocktails. I help myself to a cosmopolitan. My mother smiles and asks me, " Are you excited to make your first dark friend?" I didnt know what to expect from him so a hesitated to answer. Finally with a thundering heart I reply, " A little bit nervous. If I like him I will definitely make and effort to hang out with him a bit more. What is it like meeting someone like you?". Alice smiles at my question. "Its just a thing Valerie, its like you have this whole attitude in common but there is still a lot more to a person than that which claims them. You might have different tastes passions and hobbies. But you will both be drawn to the sin of the world. " ahh sinful sex, I wonder what that would be like. My mother sniggers at my reaction.

The doorbell rings. Dutchy goes to meet our new guest. The intensity elevates upwards. I compose myself with great difficulty. He is taller than I thought he would be and incredibly handsome. There was a cold prettiness to his features. But his eyes were incredibly masculin. I sensed he like art, and when I took a step forward to greet him, I smelt him. He smelt like the colour emerald green and sunshine. His eyes traveled up my body and then to my face. I extended my hand and he kissed it. " Good to make your acquaintance Princess Valerie. " I smile, "And yours, Prince Cameron." He smiles back, the vibe between us almost naughty. And I could practically taste the sexual tension.

We take our place at the dinner table, he is seated next to me. My brother pours some wine and as I take a sip I feel Cameron's eyes on my face. Almost hungrily assessing my opinion of the wine. He takes a sip of his own wine. I glance at him. I feel if I look too long it would give me away. That doesn't stop him though, he is looking blatantly at me. My family notices but they don't say anything or even act as though it is unusual.

The chef serves the soup and we start eating. Cameron seems to have a healthy appetite. A big turn on. Dutchy begins to enquire about Endless Heights. Cameron answers his questions and occasionally looks at me while he speaks. No one has ever taken this kind of interest before. Its kind of nice. I begin to feel all warm on the inside. Gooey and stuff.

The second course is served. I take another glass of wine. The fillet is cooked to perfection and some steak juice runs down my chin. Cameron notices and tentatively reaches out and wipes in off. I become shy and my cheeks flush red. Cameron laughs. My family watching our interaction curiously. My mom smiles, my brother continues eating and my sister half heartedly laughs with him. This man knows I want to fuck him. I see it in his eyes. I wait for the brush off but it never comes. Maybe he wants me back. He licks his bottom lip and then turns back to his food.

Eat lover eat! I don't really know where that came from. I did have those feeling about. Omg his eyes are laughing. Can he read my mind? Why are you laughing! Why are you laughing! His eyes meet mine and he winks. The chef serves the tirimisu and i barely finish mine I'm so full. When dinner is over. Dutchy offers Cameron a cigar and a scotch in the smoking room. There is a small bar there and plush leather seats. It also homes most of our books. I ask Dutchy if I can join them for a cigarette. He complies and offers me some dessert wine. I accept. The three of us in the cigar room was stifling. Just one person away from being alone with Cameron. He seemed to think the same thing. Because when Dutchy finished his whisky Cameron hovered. Dutchy stood up and stretched. "I'll leave you to alone to get acquainted." He says. Cameron curtly nods. My heart does a cartwheel.

"Have you ever met someone else that tended the darkness?" Cameron asks me. "No, you are my first." He smiles, "and so far, how do I seem to you?" I drop my gaze hesitantly. He leans forward. " like you can read my mind... " i say. He huffs and replies in an ernest whisper, almost exhausted, " it is because I care what you think, my sweet Valerie. "

He gently leans more forward and touches a strand of hair near my face. " I want to take you to dinner tomorrow night. Please join me. I would love to get to know you better."  practically purring I answered. "Yes, I would like that." He smiles at me again and I smile back. His eyes I wonder down my body, and I let them. I am focussed on his expression, the creative side I guessed at, held a slight eccentricity there. And his lips look soft, highly kissable. I imagine kissing him and his gaze shoots up, his expression intense. We stare into eachothers souls. His hand slowly makes its way to my knee and settles rather comfortably there. I begin to smile, the naughtiness between us is still there.

I want to kiss him. And it feels like he knows. His grip on my knee slightly tightens and my insides feel knotted. " I best be leaving now Valerie. It was divine meeting you. I will pick you up tomorrow night." I smile at him and walk with him to the front door. He says goodbye to the rest of the family. He gently takes my hand and kisses it again. I peek though the stain glass window next to the front door and see him get into his back car. It suits him.