A Vampire's Game
The room was silent as I stood in the centre, eyes closed. I couldn't hear him but I knew he was there, I felt it with my whole being. I shivered as he got closer. He always seemed to do this, it was his favourite game. He wouldn't even say hello to me until he'd had his fun. Most people would say it wasn't much of a relationship but I didn't care; everyone has there ways of doing things, this is ours.
"Marquis?" I whispered, my hands coming up to my goosebump-covered arms. I felt him get closer.
"What is it, my darling?" his voice was taunting, right next to my ear causing me to shiver. "Aren't you having fun, Silver?"
I nodded, knowing I was deep down inside. "I just want to see you. Can I see you?"
I felt his ice cold hands on my arms, trailing up and down them. His chin rested on my shoulder as he blew lightly in my ear.
"But isn't it fun? Knowing I can see you but you can't see me?" Marquis breathed in my ear.
"It is but I still want to see you. Is it such a crime not to see your loves face?" I asked, playing along with his game.
I heard him give a fake sigh before answering, "Fine, but only when I say so."
I nodded and waited impatiently for his new idea. His hands dragged from my arms to my waist, dragging my hips from there to meet his. I gasped quietly at the contact and leant into his chest.
Marquis ran his fingers through the strands of my dark red hair slowly, taking his time. I wasn't sure whether it was for his pleasure or for my frustration; either way I think it did both. He kissed the top of my head; one of his hands staying firmly in their place on my waist, the other stroking my cheek gently, soothingly. I leant into his hand and ran my hands up his chest, searching for his jet black unruly hair that I'd loved since I'd met him.
He didn't stop me.
I felt Marquis' head lean down, until I could feel his unneeded breath on my lips. His icy hand ran over my eyelids before his lips were at my ear again.
"Open your eyes, Silver." He muttered the order so quietly that I could barely hear it. Blinking, I did was I was told and was met with the sight of the God before me: his dark hair was more messy than usually – although that was probably my fault – and his dark eyes were rimmed with gold, telling me that he'd already fed. He smiled at me, his head cocked to the side as he studied me. He was wearing the usual – a black work shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and the buttons undone so his well-sculpted chest could be seen, and his black jeans that hung loosely off his hips – and it made me catch my breath.
I grinned up at him, excitedly causing his smile to widened – but only slightly – and he pressed a kiss to my lips. It was short and sweet and, like all the kisses he gives me, it showed his love for me.
"You look beautiful. It makes your perfectly green eyes stand out, much more." He praised me, eyeing my get-up. It was one of my older sister's creations that I'd promised to where and I guess I looked okay in it but I wouldn't say beautiful. It was a knee-length midnight black dress that was held together by thin straps behind my neck.
I blushed in response and looked down. He lifted my chin up, causing my eyes to met his. They held me in a strong hypnotising bond that I couldn't brake away from.
"What do you doubt your beauty?" Marquis asked, his hand stroking my cheek again.
"Perhaps it's because I'm next to you." I told him, causing him to look at me doubtfully.
"That doesn't answer my question." He stated.
"Yes it does. How can I be beautiful when I'm next to you?" I asked, my eyes still locked with his.
"Quite easily, I can tell you." Marquis muttered, before kissing me again, this time more powerful and forceful. I quickly responded and it quickly became a fight for dominance – at which he won, as usual. This was one of those kisses where you swear you can see fireworks, like in the movies, no matter how cheesy that sounds.
I soon became light-headed and, as if he already knew, Marquis pulled away, panting. I giggled slightly causing him to give me a confused look.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked.
"Why are you panting? You don't even have to breathe!" I asked, still giggling.
Marquis looked sheepish. "Sorry, I forgot I'm not in front of people. Besides, don't you find it slightly reassuring when you actually can see me breathe?"
I nodded bashfully, biting my lip. "Yeah, it keeps me from wanting to call an ambulance, every time I'm with you."
Marquis chuckled, but his laugh didn't reach his eyes; they still held pain. I had to feel sympathy for him, no matter how much I'd rather hit in for the idea. He seems to think that he's a monster: it wasn't his fault; he didn't choose to be what he was.
A Vampire.
I ran my fingertips under his eyes. "Marquis, stop doubting yourself. You're not a monster or a freak. You're Marquis, the vampire that I love."
He gave me a tight-lipped smile and kissed me gently on my forehead. Marquis brushed some strands of hair away from my face as he whispered, "I love you, Silver Riddle, my beautiful intelligent – highly stupid – human."
"And I love you, Marquis Nicoletti, my handsome perfect highly stupid vampire."