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Title: Rebirth
Author: Toto
Fandom: Original characters. Vampire smut.
Rating: NC-17-strong sexual cont
Feedback: Oh yes please
Disclaimer: Any resemblances to any real person, living or dead, is purely accidental. I own these characters.

********REBIRTH***********

~”Listen to them: the children of the night. What sweet music they make!”
– Vlad Dracula, “Bram Stoker’s Dracula”

I attempt to wriggle my fingers as the pins and needles shoot through them, due to laying on them for several hours now. I lazily rock back and forth on my side, one leg dangling over the side of the bed, my toes keeping time to the music wafting over to me as if it has a life of its own. I blink and a single tear leaves it’s tickling track down my cheek. My eyes seem mesmerized by the curtains as they flutter on the gentle breeze, making lazy patterns as they waft in and out of the open window. The air is hot and sultry and the only light in the room from the full moon shining in. I lick my lips, moaning as I adjust my body, flicking my sleepy fingers.

I shove the sheet from my body and curse as they instantly entangle themselves in my legs. I wipe away another stray tear and force the deep feeling of desolation from my soul. I hate him, simple as that. I sit up and kick the sheets clear of the bed, feeling somewhat better. I pull my knees up to my chest and let the tears come freely, total abandon. I love him, simple as that. I drop my thighs apart and revel in the warm air as it teases my skin and covers me in goosebumps. I smile as my mind wanders to happier times….before….before his transition. He and I, the super couple, the forever couple. Right!

Is it truly a transition and why couldn’t he take me with him? I rise up off the bed and make my way to the open window, pulling, no yanking aside the curtains. I inhale deeply and the heavy scent of gardenia hits me. I jut my head from the window, holding my arms out to my sides and then I fully extend them, leaning ever more from the safety of the window. I close my eyes, allowing the breeze and the heady floral scent to carry me away. I seem to feel my body being lifted up, up into the brightly lit night. A small smile plays across my lips as I feel his strong arms encircle my body, lifting me and carrying me far, far away from this life.

I cry out as my hips smack the window ledge and suddenly I’m back into this reality. I mumble a few obscenities and stand back inside the room, nipples erect and feet tingling. I asked…no, begged him to take me with him. Is it better to live this death life without him or to die and live the life of the undead? I shrug my shoulders and run my fingers over my nipples, tweaking each one as my fingers dance over my belly. I inhale sharply, imagining his touch, his fire. My lips become a straight line on my face as I drop my fingers ever further to the V between my thighs. I begin to sway, dancing with myself, the music lifting my soul and I hear his sweet voice, wafting on the hot breeze.

I dance in circles, hips swaying, breasts moving to and fro, thighs spreading and closing, fingers running over my own body. My mantra bursts forth from my lips over and over….”Come to me, my love….come to me…my love.” I recite it again and again as I make my way back to the bed. I drop my head in my hands and weep for lost love.

The wind changes, the curtains billowing into the room, air becoming cooler. I stare at the window and see nothing. I close my eyes, allowing the new air to wash over my sweaty skin, lying down flat on the bed, spreading my thighs and smiling as the fingers of sweet air encircle my wet folds. “Come to me….my love. I implore you.” I arch my back and dip my fingers into my body as far as I can. “My love, I am lost.” My eyes snap open as the air changes yet again and I feel a shifting, an electricity on the wind. He is here.

“My love, do not cry. I am here.” His voice, deep, sexy, raspy and full of lust. I look up into those deep brown eyes and reach for him. He smiles and begins to drop his clothes as he makes his way to me. “I’m sorry, love, but I will never leave you ever again.” I lick my lips as my eyes feast upon his beautiful body. His deep caramel skin, rippling chest and belly muscles, the thick full lips. He stands above me, his strong arms take my hands in his and he kisses each one, before mounting me. I kiss his nearly bald head as he dips it to my breast, suckling each nipple, flicking with his tongue.

“Love me, my sweet.” I command him and he growls, a deep, animalistic sound. He nudges at my thighs and I obey, spreading them, allowing him better access. He doesn’t enter me right away, instead he teases me with kisses, nips and licks, making his way down my belly and to my now very attentive nub. His lips encircle it and bring me to near insanity. My wetness grows as does my desire as he finally brings me the sweet release I need. “Take me with you…please.”

“Not yet, love.” With my climax waning, only then does he move up my body, me bucking my hips up to greet his. He growls again as he enters me, slow at first and then picking up the tempo, he begins to bang into me. I grasp his massive arms and hold on, wrapping my legs around his hips, forcing him deeper into me.

“Now, baby, now.” I find myself wishing it to be soon. He grunts with each forceful thrust into me, pumping into me hard and fast. Finally reaching his climax, he growls one more time and as his passion overtakes him, he sinks his teeth into my chest. I emit a low yelp as the pain turns to pleasure and we meld our souls together, forever, in a dance of death and rebirth. We shall truly be together forever now, walking only in the deep night, playing while others sleep, making love with complete abandon. We now have an eternity to hold each other and to love each other.

~The End~Toto~

“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
~Sarah Williams~

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