"A Dangerous Affair" January 02, 2001 (start date) By: Umali umalific@hotmail.com Prologue… ** England 1890. The moon was in its full rein and now the sound of silence filtered through the historic streets of England. Peace and quiet slumbered states took the cities people to their beds, hopelessly praying that they all would awaken the next morning, unharmed and untouched. A few roamed the city and only the brave could stay sane. Quite ignored were the many deadly situations that have been re-occuring for a good five years time. Mystifying agents and police were deaths that have eluded their minds. Upon solving any murders that have proclaimed the town, punctures were found multiple times at the neck of the corps or at times mainly women by their wrist or their breast. A frightening conclusion, of only the nocturnal creatures of the night were believe to be the culprit of such serial killing. Nocturnal creatures that would be at the core of ones nightmares or such horrific novels, describing and bidding the lifestyles of a vampire. At the sound of the nine o'clock mark, doors and windows were properly locked. Those that believe laid many garlic buds around their home and guarding their doorway with holy relics. Incessently maddening the towns people did their evenings ritual with the exception of one. In the higher part of town, a lovely and enchanting young woman stepped out on her balcony. Unfrightend nor fear lined her beautiful features as she beckoning her lover to return. Seizing the moment, the fair maiden wearing of only the sheerest material stood in the midst of her balcony. The goldest of thread waved in the nights air as she stood invitingly. Restless the maiden returned to her room leaving her balcony doors wide open for his unknown entrance. Candles were strewn and bright lights were denyingly forbidden. Only the soft luminiscent glow was allowed to light her room. Humming to her favorite tune she comb the strays out of her silky hair then settled herself on her down comforted oversized bed. Across town and at the heart of the country side, a large but yet quaint castle stood. Ancient and historic the walls of the castle stated its gruesome past. It's history had everything but joyous past. The somewhat renovated castle was a torture facility, where the outlaws or unpaying people were tortured or even murdered. The stones that hold up were still and remain tainted with blood from centuries time. Even as horrid and sinister this place had been, it was only of mere amusement for the people who now reside in them. Dinner was being lavishly served at the castle and amongst that large table sat five men talking aimlessly about their evenings adventures or would be plans. "So where are you two off to tonight?" asked the white hair man to his light blond hair companion. "I was invited to dance the night away at Sir. Anthony house." He arched his brow. "Many ladies I assume?" "Indeed. Would any of you like to join me? Perhaps dessert will be waiting" the man joked. "I will" said the three with the exception of one handsomely poised man. Sitting at the end sat a man of high assurance. High cheekbones sculptured the mans splendid face. Lips full and well lined added more mystique to his eyes. Even with at the darkest of night, the mans eyes were never excluded. They were perceptive and very alluring to ones prey. The dark steel lapis blue still held its gleam. The man was of mere perfection if it wasn't for his blood thirst hunger. Many women eluded themselves on his godly features, aching for kisses and evening affairs with the enigmatic man. With his hunger how could he resist such innocent pleasures. With all pleasures the women intended little did they know, that this man liked to play with his prey. His interest in these women were no more than cold hunger. "How about you Darien?" asked the white haired man breaking his thoughts. "I think Ill leave all the women to you gentlemen this evening" he said as the clock struck ten. Drinking his red wine he wiped his mouth clean of any tasteful residue that might linger. He would not and dare not let his love taste his evenings prey. He stood, motioning to leave. "Darien, where are you off to this evening?" "That my friend is none of your concern" he arched his brow. His friends knew very well of his evening affair with a mortal and wondered how long will he subdue himself in such situation. As they watch him leave they sighed and then returned to their plans. Darien flew in the night air so gracefully. Gliding through the night sky his mind raced and his make-believe heart ached to see his mortal maiden. He had not seen her in days and tonight his need for her was more than he can bare. The balcony was seen clearly through the evening star. Open and very inviting to anyone who dares but no-one with the likes of his kind would dare to enter this room without his consent. For this room this house was clearly only his to enter and his to claim. Others that have tried to pursue her have seen the face that evil thrives on. Their death was never a pretty sight, for this coveted prize was only his and anyone who dares to touch would fatally see their end. Landing graciously on the balcony grounds he entered the room ever so quietly. Glowing the room smelt of wild flowers, erotically infiltrating his wild senses. Removing his coat he modestly locked the doors to the only other entrance in her room. Slowly he strolled over to her bedside, his eyes a deep glaze as hunger swept in. Lucky for her, his hunger was not for her blood but for her love. Her figure and outline teased him through the sheer material that hung over her bed lightly. Slowly with one sweeping movement he moved the sheets allowing himself full view of his beautiful nymph. Indeed she was a blessing to everyones eyes. Please stay tune for Chapter 1&2………….. I dedicate this chapter to Tashia, a little birdie told me that you like vampires and since I had my intentions on writing one…heres one for you.. hope you like it. Email me at umalific@hotmail.com for any comments.