A fit of hunger seized him, a seizure swelling in his chest. He was
forced to pause mid-sentence, his writing utensil poised before the board
unmoving. It was happening far too often of late; he would need to feed
more lavishly in the near future. The routine he had adopted had done
little to satisfy and even less to suffice his needs. He closed his eyes,
willing the constricting pains away. He inhaled a slow, hissing breath and
released it softly, eyes opening, but the hunger had him in its terrible
jaws and he knew he could not conclude what he had begun.
With a sigh of resignation, he replaced the cap on the dry erase pen
and set it back in its metal tray. He turned to face the audience's
inquiring eyes behind him.
"I am afraid I cannot complete the lecture notes this evening. Class
There were exclamations of glee as well as a few groans and much
stretching of sore muscles as a fair half of the students rose from their
seats and made for the double doors in the back of the chamber. A happy
chatter ran through the room with them. The college professor sighed and
settled himself tiredly in his high-backed leather chair, fingers steepled
in a familiar motion of meditation. It was a simple 'mind over matter'. He
would have order; he would regain control at any cost. The feeling fled his
being, though still not entirely, but it would be enough; for the moment.
His eyes reopened to gaze over a handful of students who were
leisurely strolling out, for they had no plans to attend to this evening
and were content to remain behind in the hall.
Among the students that had stayed, one in particular had always
managed to steal his attentions and stir an exotic emotion from deep within
him. She was unique amid the balance of his students; a distinctive sort of
style which she alone seemed to pronounce. She held the air and demeanor of
one twice her age but detained the grace and beauty of one half it.
Auburn hair spiraled down in tight curls to frame an elegant, almond-
shaped face; fierce green eyes lit with the brilliance of intelligence and
youth. She was above the height of an average woman, but still not quite
tall enough to rival him. And yet, for all of her mind and beauty, she was
a rather shy individual; for all her kindness and good nature, he could
sense a dark aura within her; an aura which enticed him. She had no idea of
the effect she had on him. All of her alluring charms passing undetectably
through him. She created a current of energy which left a hazy swirl of the
lightest and darkest shades of color in his mind's eye. Her milky
complexion left a tepid fervor of perspiration on his brow, even though he
could feel no heat nor chill. She made him feel alive.
His eyes traveled over her, taking all of her in, relishing in the
thrill that crept up his spine. His stare rose fear within him. Perhaps he
had allowed his carefully premeditated precision stray too far into his
interest. He hardly dared to look; apprehensive that a mere touch would
shatter the delightful enchantment he had lain for himself. But for all his
rigid control, he could not stay his roving eye.
Her choice of attire this evening accented her lithe body and he
could feel the recurring emotion stir in him again, raising the hairs on
the back on his neck. She was dressed entirely in a black, lace gown; her
hair which was usually bound behind her head fell free to the extent of her
shoulder blades. She had also chosen to adorn a few trinkets and even a
light mask of cosmetic's, gently enhancing the beauty which was already
present. She intrigued him. It appeared she had taken a profound interest
in him as well as her gaze met his and held it. She smiled warmly at him
and he found he longed to return the endearment but found he could not.
As the last of the students left, she remained behind. He drew a
sharp breath-they were to be alone together. This was at once a joyous
happenstance but it also presented a dangerous circumstance. He felt great
ecstasy in her presence, but feared he would be unable to control dining on
the rich draft of life-blood which ran through her veins.
She approached him and he could sense the pulse of her heartbeat
quicken slightly. Then it was in truth; she held an interest in him and it
was not unwelcome.
He smiled up at her, leaning back nonchalantly in his chair; the
pleasant sound of creaking leather rose above them as an amiable advocate
"May I ask of the occasion?" He gestured at her attire and she
glanced over herself unconsciously. Her smile became saddened.
"Ah well, it is the anniversary of my father's passing." Her soft,
medium toned voice like that of the patter of rain on glass fell sweetly
into his ears. The intonation sent a pleasant sensation to prickle the fine
hairs on the back of his neck. It took a brief moment for him to comprehend
"I am sorry to hear that." And he truly felt a remorse for her like
he never had for any other human being. She nodded silently, accepting his
sentiments. She drew a breath, her eyes falling uncharacteristically to the
floor and her hands clasping shyly behind her back, and he knew an inquiry
was close as hand. Her striking eyes traveled over him and he soon knew the
question as well and he was already inventing an excuse.
"I could not help but wonder if you are all right," an anxious
undertone laced her voice, "it seems you are dismissing classes earlier and
more often than not of late."
He sighed an affirmative, running his hand through short ebony hair
which had begun to streak with grey; a betrayal of his true age. "I have
found it difficult to focus."
As he said it, another convulsion of hunger seized him. He sat up
quickly, gripping the arms of his chair with clawed hands. A panic rose in
his breast as quickly as the hunger had risen in his body. He fought it
viciously; deigning that he may delay his hunger and not lose his poise
before the young woman. Just before he thought all control had been lost,
the fit subsided and he slumped back into his chair, his composure
returning with agonizingly slow languor. Her eyes flickered over him
quickly, heart fluttering. Excitement welled in him at the young heart that
beat with innocence and life, until another apprehension dawned on him.
This young woman was perhaps the most perceptive and insightful he had ever
met in his years of life. She could puzzle out an equation at such a
velocity that he, himself, had difficulty keeping in step with her
"Something is the matter." She spoke. Fear had crept into her voice.
Alarm for her welfare or for his wellbeing? "Will you not tell me?"
He settled in his chair with uncomfortable grace, sighing and closing
his eyes as he went.
"I am afraid I cannot."
Her eyes pierced through his gaze in near indignant challenge; as if
the gaze would crack him of his nerve and he would concede to her whims.
When no obvious nor subtle indication of the intended rupture came, she
resigned to another subject of conversation. She turned her gaze to look
elsewhere as she bit her lower lip.
"Perhaps we could, that is, you and I visit a café and chat over a cup
of tea?" Her heart quickened at the intimation and his hunger leapt within
him again uncontrollably-twisting, maddening, contortions of inhuman
necessity. He strived desperately to banish the gnawing awareness but it
was not to be perturbed so easily. He stood quickly, chair falling over
with a shocking crash as it collided with the floor; his finger-nails
growing in length as he clawed at the desk to remain in command. It was a
futile battle. A single ant would have had more success in battling a
goliath beetle, than he with his hunger.
"Saebrielle, please go." A note of plead had entered his voice and he
spited himself for it. The young woman took a hesitant step away from the
bureau. He had frightened her, he knew, but she was not to be turned aside
so easily. The action provoked a sudden determination within her, he could
sense it undeniably, and it rose to contour her features as she stood firm
on her defiance. She crossed her arms before her, pencil-thin eyebrows
slanting into a frown.
"No. I.I have been concerned for you Professor Vanesh, and I am not
leaving until you tell me what is the matter."
Vanesh made an audible hiss through clenched teeth.
"You foolish girl, this is no time for your cheek. I am trying to
protect you-" he struggled with another eruption of the searing sensation;
he could feel his canines elongating in his mouth, the eye teeth
unsheathing from their uncomfortably snug homes. His irises became that of
vermillion; a red so dark it was nearly indiscernible to the black of his
"Protect me from what?" her voice betrayed a twinge of fear and she
gasped suddenly, frozen in place like a deer in the headlights. Her eyes
went wide as he faced her, but she could do naught but that. She had not
been granted even so much as the scream which had become caught in her
throat. He smiled, exposing the horrific fangs which should have only been
that of horror fictions, and his remarkably vivid eyes openly ravished her
"Protect you from myself, I am afraid." He chuckled pleasantly. "But
now I see that I have your full attention, I would not mind a feasting. It
has been so long since my last." He closed the gap between them and
appeared before her within the instant. "You have long managed to hold my
interest, my dear." He began to pace around her like a predator teasing its
prey for its own cruel amusement. "But now I feel I cannot control this
need." he reached out and brushed a lock of hair which had strayed to her
face and tucked it gently behind her ear. The action revealed the column of
white skin of her neck. The same hand traveled down her cheek, over her
neck, around the curve of her breast, and came at last to rest of her
slender waist. As he did so, Vanesh circled behind her, raising his other
hand and drawing the sharp nails across her neck. Oh, not pressing quite
firm enough to draw blood, much as he wanted it. The caress rose dimples
all across her skin and she exhaled a shuddering breath, relenting to close
her terrified eyes for an instant. He could feel them genuflecting beneath
their lids; her horror furnishing a pleasing tang of sweet premonition in
his mouth. She tilted, attempting in a frivolous escape; his will sent her
careening right back.
It surprised him how well she resisted him. Never quite enough to
escape his crushing will entirely, but the strength of her spirit vainly
trying to overthrow his power enthralled him. The aura he had sensed from
her since the start of the semester must be something special indeed to
defy an undead. She never ceased to fascinate him. An overwhelming
temptation for her rose in him like a suffocating fever.
"Saebrielle" he sighed huskily onto her neck, arising another wave of
dimples on her skin. He deftly inhaled the fragrance from her hair, mixing
in stark contrast but curiously fragrant aroma, with her fear. Her lips
parted to ease her labored breath; each shallow pant passing more quickly
than the last as he drew her body tightly against his in need to suppress
this yearning ambiance. Fear had claimed her, as he his hunger.
He firmly took hold of the base of her skull and tilted her head to
one side. His lips parted as he gently kissed the wildly beating pulse in
her neck. He would savor this moment for eons to come. His lips curled
back, fangs poised to strike when her voice fell softly from her exposed
"Please," she sobbed, "don't do this."
A solitary tear slid down her cheek. He paused in his strike, lips
falling back into place. How could she possibly speak? He had had complete
control over her ever since he had stood from his chair. No. No one would
deny him of her, all the others of his kin had wives; he had been left
alone for far too long. She was to become his intended.
A pang of sorrow seared through his dead heart; he had never given her
the choice, just as he had never been given the choice of this life;
enslaved to serve the overlord. His thoughts dwindled to that of primeval
hatred of the existence that had been forced upon him and his attentions
fell upon the woman who stood with her shoulder-blades against his torso,
her back arching in resistance to him; straining to be free. She did not
realize it, he thought, he was going to give her a most rare gift: to live
as an immortal, he with her, and she with him; for ever and an eternity.
They would love each other-until true death do they part.
"You will be mine and nothing is to stop me." He hissed scathingly,
fangs striking out and singing home in Saebrielle's neck. A cry of pain
filled the air, but Vanesh's ears were closed to everything except the beat
of Saebrielle's heart. Her wildly beating heart had spilled more than he
could consume and a portion of the crimson liquid streamed down her neck
and onto her chest to stain her black gown. The beat faltered and slowed as
she moaned and slumped against him, collapsing from the grasp of life and
into the open arms of death. Her weight was nothing to him and he held her
firmly to him with supernatural strength. This was the most deadly portion
of the affair; he had to summon her from death, back into her body but
resisting life insomuch that she could be unbound from both of the
He entered death, searching hurriedly for her spirit among the
millions that floated listlessly in the nothingness. She would be closest
to the gateway to life; his red-eyes flickered over the souls until he had
found hers at last. With a tremendous effort, he defied the longing
tendrils of death and propelled himself through the oblivion until he
reached her spirit. He swiftly cut a small shard from the spirit with
sharpened claws where a heart would have been found on a spirit, but it
bucked with the action. The motion surprised him; this was a most peculiar
reaction for a spirit-form. It parted what may have been a supposed mouth
and shrieked a soundless scream. He hastily thrust the spirit from himself
and retreated with the prize. The spirit itself, would be left to wither in
death until Saebrielle had completely passed into the gates; but he would
not allow that to happen for many, many a century to come.
Vanesh reentered life, tenderly placing the shard in her dead heart
with his will. In the next moments that it took for her to become undead,
he surveyed his bride whom he held in his arms as if they were frozen in
the dip of the tango; her head thrust back as if in bliss and he leaning
languidly over her. She was so very beautiful, even in her death. A jolt of
pleasure surged through him at the knowledge that she was forever his and
She inhaled suddenly, gasping the air, fighting for life; her breasts
rising steadily with the motion. She exhaled, her eyes opening. Saebrielle
gazed up at him with piercing crystal blue eyes. Her lips parted with a
shudder of chill which spilled over him and rendered him immobile.
Elongated eye teeth peeked out of her lips as she moved silkily from his
grasp and clasped his hand in both of hers, kissing it gently.
"My lord." She hissed; her voice deep in her throat, a musical
resonance in his ears. Vanesh closed his eyes and tilted forward, capturing
both of her lips within his own. She returned the kiss with a ferocity he
would never have deemed her capable of. He could not get enough of her, he
wanted her now; he would take her this instant! Vanesh forced Saebrielle
backward until a wall stood behind her. He pressed her against the cold
stone, grinding his hips fiercely into hers. A soft whine emitted from her
throat. His lips slid from the corner of her mouth and down her cheek to
slip finally onto the spilled blood of her neck; the sweet nectar which had
quelled his hunger and bound Saebrielle eternally to him.
An exclamation of pleasure escaped her mouth as he nipped the skin
beneath her elegantly curved collarbone.
"Sweetest perfection." he murmured, breath fanning over her skin. She
chortled softly. "What is it, my love?" Vanesh inquired, barely able to
draw away from her tantalizing skin to gaze into her hauntingly luminous
eyes. A delicate smile curled the edges of her lips.
"I have died on the same day as my father." She shook her head softly.
Vanesh was, for the first time in his years of life as an undead, unsure of
how to respond to such an observation. "How ironic." She sighed and drew
close to him, placing an open-mouthed kiss on his jaw. She could feel him
tremble in anticipation, but perhaps she would toy with him a little-
Vanesh, however, would not allow her. His irresistible will tugged at her
and forced her to mimic her first kiss to him. He chuckled, a pleasant
rumble in his throat.
A/N: I suppose I have always been a romantic about vampires (a girl
can dream;) and I could not resist writing something about them, but I
didn't want it in a usual setting or a time long past. So why not a college
setting? It's new, it's not cliché, and it's just as sensual (I hope!).
Never underestimate the power of the darker side of man.
At any rate, I hope everyone likes!