Chapter 2 pt.2


The sudden urge to know all, to be revealed all, almost overpowered her, but she sensed that if she moved she'd break the spell, causing Lane to move away, and that was the last thing she wanted. She watched breathlessly as Lane pulled back slightly, taken aback by her request. She watched the slow dawning of comprehension on the beautiful face, and smiled inwardly as her hand was released. Her eyes followed Lane's hand as it moved from her own to rest her fingertips lightly on the arm of her sunglasses. Then her hand dropped to her side. Disappointment settled into the pit of Kiera's stomach, causing her to feel slightly sick.

"You take them off..." Lane whispered, before leaning into gently brush her lips against Kiera's own, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing once again through her body. She groaned softly, momentarily forgetting what she'd requested. The hand released made it's way into the thick jet black of Lane's hair, taking in the texture of the silk as her tongue explored the newly revealed fangs, loving the way they caught against her skin in such a painless manner.

The cold of the metal brushed against her face, bringing her slowly back down to reality. Sighing softly at having to break the kiss once again, she pulled backward, feeling her whole body cry out toward Lane, not wanting to end the kiss. She moved her hand, releasing Lane's hair to rest the palm of her hand against her cheek, smiling slightly as Lane turned into it, gasping as she felt the tip of the other woman's tongue brush lightly against the sensitive skin. Lane laughed softly, and Kiera fell in love with the sound. Slowly she moved her hand away, hooking her fingertips around the arm of the glasses, and moved them away from Lane's face, pulling them down and off before setting them lightly on the table in the entry hall.

Lane's eyes were closed. Kiera's smile widened as a thought on how to get the woman to open her eyes drifted through her mind. She brushed light kisses across Lane's lips, laughing softly as a smile began to curl upon them. She traced her jawline with light kisses, nipping lightly at her earlobe. Her smile grew even wider at Lane's gasp, but when she looked up, her eyes were still closed.

A little put off, Kierra leaned back slightly, resting her head on Lane's shoulder. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind and she bit down on Lane's neck, hard. She could hear Lane's gasp and feel her entire body tense in response. She pulled away and once again her breath was stolen away by the sight before her.

Lane's eyes were almost crimson in color, with lines of grey, like lightening bolts, shot throughout. They were amazingly terrifying, stunningly beautiful, and infinitely sad, all at the same time. Kiera couldn't seem to figure out why, but Lane didn't even give her a chance to try.

Suddenly her waist was encircled in a steel grip, lifting her up and pressing her hard against the door. Her legs automatically wrapping themselves around Lane's waist to help support herself, and Lane's mouth was everywhere. Kiera could feel her fangs scraping lightly against the sensitive skin of her throat as Lane pressed violently wonderful kisses everywhere, over and over again. She moaned softly, raking her nails across the back of Lane's neck, and she responded by making the kisses even more forceful. Kiera arched her body into the kisses, grabbing at every inch of clothing she could reach, trying to pull it out of the way. She needed to feel Lane's skin on her own, though she couldn't explain why this need was so strong. She'd never felt this way before, let alone toward a virtual stranger.

As if complying with Kiera's unspoken requests, Lane pulled back slightly, allowing Kiera to regain her footing. She kept hold of Lane to keep herself from collapsing to the ground, knowing her knees were too weak to support herself. Lane smiled, her eyes glowing brightly, the grey more prominent as each moment passed. Kiera watched as Lane glanced down, her hand resting lightly on the tie to Kiera's robe. Kiera, having regained some semblance of her composure, smirked back, knowing full well what the other woman was asking her to do.

Slowly she pushed the hand away, feeling immense satisfaction at the question eyebrow that was raised. She walked toward the woman, guiding her backwards to the living room, and the couch. Pushing her down onto it, she stepped back, out of arms reach, and stood there, her hips cocked slightly to the side, her head tilted. She let her own hand rest where Lane's had been, on the tie of her robe. She was growing wetter and wetter, seeing the barely restrained desire coursing through her soon to be lover's body. She wanted to be tortured, ravished, torn, bled... But first she wanted to tease.

Slowly she turned, reaching over to flip the switch on the radio. Immediately the apartment was filled with the sounds of her favorite song. Her hips began to sway to the beat, and she heard the change in Lane's breathing, smiling at the effect she already seemed to have over her. Slowly she began to dance, letting the rhythm of the music flow through her, letting the beat carry her away. She closed her eyes, moving her hands along her body, caressing herself lightly through her robe in all the places she knew Lane would ravish soon enough, and with her back to the girl seated on the couch, she undid the robe, letting it hang open, away from her.

She bit her lip to hold back a laugh when she heard the soft groan come from the woman behind her. Letting the robe fall slowly to the floor as the beat of the music ended, she stood, facing away from her, completely naked. She could feel her hair brushing lightly against her over sensitive skin.

-Shit... Still can't finish... Too fuckin' tired... Lame...-

Fanged Films

From the Library

As the 20th century evolved, rational man turned to science to explain mythology that had pervaded for thousands of years. How could a man be mistaken for a vampire? How could someone appear to have been the victim of a vampire attack? Science, in time, came back with answers that may surprise you.Anemia
A million fancies strike you when you hear the name: Nosferatu!N O S F E R A T Udoes not die!What do you expect of the first showing of this great work?Aren't you afraid? - Men must die. But legend has it that a vampire, Nosferatu, 'der Untote' (the Undead), lives on men's blood! You want to see a symphony of horror? You may expect more. Be careful. Nosferatu is not just fun, not something to be taken lightly. Once more: beware.- Publicity for Nosferatu in the German magazine Buhne und Film, 1922  

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