Ephany's Embrace

Silently, he pulled back her long red locks and removed the black choker from her neck, allowing it to fall into her lap. He softly brushed her smooth skin with his fangs, barely touching her to send a shiver down her spine. She rested her head back on his strong shoulder feeling very safe there in his arms. He would not bite her without consent, this she understood. Gazing up into his dark green eyes she whispered, "I am ready, my love, to be made one with you."

With his mind he spoke silently to her... I know. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs. With a wave of his hand he threw the covers from the bed. At her request he set her gently to the floor where she undressed, willingly, preparing for the ritual. With eyes wide and full of passion he gazed upon her. She was unsure why he hesitated, perhaps fear of hurting her or perhaps he just wanted to savor every minute of the bonding ritual.

Gracefully, he lifted her again and laid her upon the bed. She watched impatiently as he undressed and lay down beside her. Softly, teasingly, he placed kisses up and down her skin. Her senses were heightened with anticipation. Every second seemed an eternity. She longed with every breath in her body to be made one with this man to whom she had given her heart.

He kissed her neck, wrapped his hand in her hair, just before fangs pierced skin. Passion washed out all else... then her world went black.

He cut his chest just above his heart for her to drink from, allowing the first few drops to fall into her open mouth. The taste of his blood brought her mind reeling back to him. Greedily, eagerly she drank his blood. Her strength returned quickly as she took his life force into her already dying body. She dug her nails into his back, forcing him closer to her. She would have drained it all had he not pulled away then. Licking her lips, she lay back and looked into his eyes, smiling. She felt satisfied... completed.

The intensity of the pain caught her by surprise. A scream escaped her lips as her stomach cramped into knots. He watched over her and explained that her physical body was dying, changing. Taking a deep breath, she told him that she understood. She lay back on the bed and forced her mind to relax. She would not fight the pain she felt, but embrace it. Her body screamed, yet her lips did not move other than to smile an unholy grin. With every muscle that cramped and every spasm of pain that racked her body, she reminded herself it was the dues to be paid for the choice she had made. Therefore, she would choose to enjoy and savor the pain. She took her dark gift to a dark place within her and embraced every bit of it, even took some perverse pleasure from it.

When he felt the pain within her fade he wrapped her up into his arms and whispered, “I love you, my Ephany.” With her mind she silently replied… I know.