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.....The old castle creaked and moaned and slowly began
to come to life as the first rays of the sun’s warm light
fell upon it. Fires were stoked in the kitchens, maids
began the day’s dusting, and it was a new day. Quietly,
a maid arranged fresh cut flowers into a large crystal
vase turning them this way, and then that way until
they were just perfect. With a smile of satisfaction she
picked up the arrangement and entered the library, closing
the heavy wooden door and locking it from within.
She stepped to the staircase and slipped her fingers
into a row of books. In a few seconds she heard a soft
“click” and a panel of the bookcase slid silently to the
side revealing a small room. She picked up a candle
from the bookcase and lighting it stepped into the room.
The panel slid closed and for a moment she lost her
Breath as she was plunged into darkness. The candle flickered to life and cast it’s glow upon the walls, now revealing a set of stone steps leading sharply downward. Holding the candle high, she carefully made her way down the winding staircase. At last the bottom. She stood completely still at the foot of the staircase as one by one dozens of candles began to flame all around the room. Leander. It unnerved her to know that even though she could not see him, he lay somewhere close. Listening. Waiting for her to gently set the vase down and make her way back up the staircase. Setting the arrangement on the table before her, the Maid turned to leave and froze as she came face To face with Leander himself. She trembled as he fixed her with his probing gaze. Dropping into a deep curtsey, she whispered “Good Morning”. He took her hands into his, as she began to rise, and gently pulled her to him. Obediently, she moved her hair aside and offered him a view of her neck. Leander stared at the maid before him as she trembled and waited for his bite. He could see the pulse throbbing at the base of her neck. He slowly leaned over her until his breath moved across her skin just above her pulse. The maid melted into Leander as he held her still….and waited. When he made no further move toward her, she looked up into his face. “Go”, he whispered. Needing no further urging the maid fled up the staircase and into the safety of the library. Leander stood and listened to her footsteps as they hurried into far away parts of the castle. With a wave of his fingers, a panel in the floor opened in the center of the room. A weary Leander stepped into his bed and lay down to his day’s rest. His thoughts were on the maid and the hundreds of times he had drank from her. But not lately. These last days he had been haunted with thoughts of Regina Dawson. How could one woman take over his thoughts so completely? He hadn’t felt these feelings in centuries….for a reason. His eyes closed and his mind drifted back to the events of the night. Back to Lady Dawson. He could still see hunger in her eyes as she reached up to pull him close. Desire and longing filled him all over again. He could still feel the sharp points of her tiny teeth as she tried to sink them into the skin of his chest….He still saw the wild look in her eyes as he pulled her back, denying her his blood, his life. He could still taste the salt of her tears as he held her close……. Feeling drowsy, he fought to stay with his thoughts, fought to see the Lady Dawson in his mind. Even as his senses were on fire the day’s sleep crept up slowly, folding it’s darkness over the now still Leander like a soft blanket and oblivious to the daylight’s warm events above him, safe in the dark, Leander at last slept. |