a hospital. At least there, her friends would know she was okay.”
Angelisa, Miranda thought to herself! She must be going nuts!
“Look, I’m going out for a minute.” Lucius said as he gave that look of knowing to Zechariah. Lucius was affected by Miranda’s presence just as Zechariah had been, but he was not as steady in his control. He needed sustenance and he needed it now.
“Fine. You go. I’ll sit here.”
With that, Lucius left. Zechariah was now alone with Miranda in his and Lucius’ library. At least, that’s what Miranda assumed considering books filled the ceiling-high shelves that lined every wall in the room.
“So, madam. Won’t you tell me a little about yourself?” Zechariah sat next to Miranda on the black leather couch and propped his right ankle on his left knee.
Miranda thought this whole thing was odd, but she went with it. Something about this man intrigued her, and in a very pleasant way. Ever since she laid her eyes on him that first night in the club, she felt drawn to him. Yet, she refused to get close. Now, she had the opportunity and after all, he did save her life. But, from what?
“Well, I have a question first.”
Zechariah was a little apprehensive, but obliged her.
“What happened to me?”
Images of attacking the man called ‘Mike’ flashed in his mind, stirring up his hunger. Still, no harm would come to her as long as he was around. “The man you call ‘Mike’ was waiting for you after you closed at your work. Lucius and I had just left, but we weren’t far. I noticed him loitering about, so I made Lucius stay behind with me. I had a bad feeling about his presence.” He looked down at the floor. “I am sorry I did not get there faster.”
Miranda began to feel something more for her knight in shining armor, but she was reserved. She had to be. Every man she had ever had any kind of feelings for had hurt her. “It was not your fault. I’m glad you intervened when you did. I don’t know what would have happened…” Her voice trailed off as she thought about what Mike’s intentions most likely were. He had always been trying to get her and/or Angelisa to sleep with him. He didn’t seem to comprehend the word ‘no’.
“I’m sorry if I offended you.” Zechariah said. “I didn’t mean to.” He placed his hand on her knee and looked deep into her eyes. It was in that instant that the connection he felt to her strengthened. He felt his fangs elongate inside his mouth as his desire for her grew along with the desire in his manhood. He couldn’t possibly make a move on her now. She was just attacked and nearly raped. He looked away, closing his eyes, to gain control.
She placed her hands on his knee as the tips of her fingers brushed lightly on the inside of his thigh, driving his desire for her to uncontrollable heights. He returned his gaze back to hers and stared deep into her soul.
“I-I have a confession to make.” he said to her softly. Miranda could not seem to do more than stare at him. His eyes were so captivating. She was lost inside of him.
“I remained close to your work that night because I was hoping to approach you.” he said sheepishly.
She closed her eyes and took in his scent for the first time. He smelled like a fresh, moonlit night alongside a river bank, oak, and earth. As her eyes drifted open, his face loomed in front of hers.
A million thoughts raced through her mind,
Angelisa, Miranda thought to herself! She must be going nuts!
“Look, I’m going out for a minute.” Lucius said as he gave that look of knowing to Zechariah. Lucius was affected by Miranda’s presence just as Zechariah had been, but he was not as steady in his control. He needed sustenance and he needed it now.
“Fine. You go. I’ll sit here.”
With that, Lucius left. Zechariah was now alone with Miranda in his and Lucius’ library. At least, that’s what Miranda assumed considering books filled the ceiling-high shelves that lined every wall in the room.
“So, madam. Won’t you tell me a little about yourself?” Zechariah sat next to Miranda on the black leather couch and propped his right ankle on his left knee.
Miranda thought this whole thing was odd, but she went with it. Something about this man intrigued her, and in a very pleasant way. Ever since she laid her eyes on him that first night in the club, she felt drawn to him. Yet, she refused to get close. Now, she had the opportunity and after all, he did save her life. But, from what?
“Well, I have a question first.”
Zechariah was a little apprehensive, but obliged her.
“What happened to me?”
Images of attacking the man called ‘Mike’ flashed in his mind, stirring up his hunger. Still, no harm would come to her as long as he was around. “The man you call ‘Mike’ was waiting for you after you closed at your work. Lucius and I had just left, but we weren’t far. I noticed him loitering about, so I made Lucius stay behind with me. I had a bad feeling about his presence.” He looked down at the floor. “I am sorry I did not get there faster.”
Miranda began to feel something more for her knight in shining armor, but she was reserved. She had to be. Every man she had ever had any kind of feelings for had hurt her. “It was not your fault. I’m glad you intervened when you did. I don’t know what would have happened…” Her voice trailed off as she thought about what Mike’s intentions most likely were. He had always been trying to get her and/or Angelisa to sleep with him. He didn’t seem to comprehend the word ‘no’.
“I’m sorry if I offended you.” Zechariah said. “I didn’t mean to.” He placed his hand on her knee and looked deep into her eyes. It was in that instant that the connection he felt to her strengthened. He felt his fangs elongate inside his mouth as his desire for her grew along with the desire in his manhood. He couldn’t possibly make a move on her now. She was just attacked and nearly raped. He looked away, closing his eyes, to gain control.
She placed her hands on his knee as the tips of her fingers brushed lightly on the inside of his thigh, driving his desire for her to uncontrollable heights. He returned his gaze back to hers and stared deep into her soul.
“I-I have a confession to make.” he said to her softly. Miranda could not seem to do more than stare at him. His eyes were so captivating. She was lost inside of him.
“I remained close to your work that night because I was hoping to approach you.” he said sheepishly.
She closed her eyes and took in his scent for the first time. He smelled like a fresh, moonlit night alongside a river bank, oak, and earth. As her eyes drifted open, his face loomed in front of hers.
A million thoughts raced through her mind,
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