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A Vampire's Enchanting Kiss Part 1
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As the willows danced in the wind, a soft breeze
blew through Victoria's hair. Knelt down at her
father's tombstone, her tears fell to the newly
laid earth as she clenched a fist full of soil.
Soft whispers swarmed around her. Frightened she
stood up, and looked around, her knuckles white
as she tightened her grip on the soil of her father's
grave. “Daddy?” Victoria asked through
broken cries.
She was her Daddy's little girl, even at twenty-four,
she was still his little girl. He was the only family
she had left, and they were inseparable. An unfortunate
hear attack had claimed the life of her father,
much too soon. Their bond was unbreakable, no man
could ever measure up to the one who now lay in
front of her.
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Victoria stepped closer to his marbled tombstone,
“Loving Father” engraved, and spread
the dirt from her fists, across the top. Another
whisper carried past her. Was it the wind, or was
she loosing her mind? She kissed her hand and laid
it upon her fathers name, and walked away.
Dusk had claimed the sky as the sun had settled.
Victoria, with her head low, walked through a maze
of graves, aimless and with no direction. Guided
by the wind and the whispers that quietly stirred
within her, she found herself at a mausoleum. A
large, white mausoleum stood before her. Ivy entangled
within itself had covered the walls. A high pitched
squeak disrupted the silence as the wind had pushed
one of the metal doors slightly open.
Curious, Victoria slowly moved towards the door.
She extended her arm toward the door, her hand shook,
as another whisper blew past her, “Victoria.”
She quickly with drew her hand, and her breath quickened.
She wondered if she should enter, due to being in
a graveyard which held a certain eerieness about
it.
The urge was hard to ignore. She pushed the metal
door open to the mausoleum, and stepped inside.
She followed the steps down into the darkness, as
her all her fears surfaced. Gliding her fingers
along the wall to guider her, Victoria's fear slightly
parted as she took in a floral scent. “Flowers
in this dusty grave?” she thought to herself.
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She came to the base of the steps, and stepped
into a small patch of light where there was a single
red rose lay upon a short marble pillar. Taking
the flower into her hands, she squeezed it as she
breathed in the aroma. “Oww.” She quietly
exclaimed and looked down on her bleeding hand.
The thorns to rose pierced her fair skin.
“Victoria.” The once imagined whisper
was now a close rumbling tone.
“Whose there?” Victoria asked through
a shaky voice, with the rose still in hand.
“Do not be frightened.” A beautiful
man emerged from behind a corner pillar.
“Who—Who are you?” She stammered,
as she grazed upon his beauty. Perfect pale skin,
complemented by flowing brown locks, took her breath
away.
“Names are not important Victoria. The question
you should be asking is how that I know of yours.”
His voice was just as beautiful as he was. Disarmed
by his beauty, she could not move.
“I am Louis. May I inquire as to why you have
come here?”
“It was as if I was drawn here.” Victoria
replied and her fears quickly subsided. “I
could ask you the same.”
Louis removed his bold green eyes from her gaze
and shifted them down to a stone coffin, and motioned
his hand to the same direction. Victoria slowly
removed her eyes from him and shifted them down
to the the stone coffin, which read “Here
Lies Louis Conor”
With her mind racing, she stepped backwards until
she was stopped by the wall. The blood stained rose
had fallen from her hands. Lois progressed towards
her. " That is right, Victoria, that is mine."
Without even a slightest blur of movement, Louis
was now face to face with Victoria. She closed her
eyes and turned her head away as he caressed her
long golden hair. "Do you know what I am?"
He whispered in her ear.
Victoria pressed her body farther into the wall
as if she was trying to meld into it. She wasn't
sure if she was suppose to be repulsed by his touch,
or if she was suppose to fall ever-so wanting into
his hands. Louis gently cupped her chin, and moved
her head to face him. " I am a Vampire, and
you cannot resist me."
She gazed into his glimmering green eyes and was
captivated. She fell under his enchanting spell,
she was his.
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