Burning Lust of a Frightening Dark Lover Ch. 00

Year 2/12/2523

It's pitch black. No stars shined as I stood on the balcony of Williams new home. Of course it's gorgeous. All of the homes he takes are.

'Nothing but the best,' he always says.

William.

I loath him as much as I love him. He is my captor, my creator. My friend, my enemie, my savior, my destruction. My pleasure, my pain. My life and my death.

William knows all to well of my feeling towards him, I make myself more then clear. Why hide how I feel ex specially since I know he can easily read my mind. Because he forged a bond between us.

As I feel him coming towards me, I yearn for his masculine touch even as the sweet sent of Vanilla an cookies perfume assaults my senses. I already know he's been with another and he'll play it off by saying "I'm only using her for her blood" but we both know it isn't true, Not only do I smell Vanilla an cookies but I smell her feminine scent still lingering on him.

Why don't I cheat on him? Why don't I find another, you may ask. Well Ive tryed more then once and William always kills them. Lives lost. I couldn't bear any more innocent men dieing because of me.

I've tryed to exscape him so many times that I've lost count. William always finds me, partly because we're linked to one another and because he's always been good at finding the things that he desires.

William moves my hair lightly over my shoulder while he snakes the other arm around my waist and surrounds me in his warmth and though I try to hold it in I shiver at his touch. Just as his warmth pleasures me the pain of how another woman's scent envelopes me too. It burns my nostrils and I push him away.

"Leave me," I say barely above a whisper. I turn an walk back through the white balcony double doors.

William is quick. He shuts the balcony doors and places an arm around my chest and the other back around my waist.

"Never," he breaths against the shell of my ear and again an involuntary shiver makes its self known.

Hating my treacherous body for wanting this man after he's been with another. I'm strong enough to break his grip and once I do I whirl on him. "Go back to the whore you've been preoccupied with", I spat at him.

My out burst only gets me a hearty laugh from him.

"Fuck you," I hiss at him. I head towards the bedroom door preparing to slam it and lock him out.

All of a sudden I find myself pressed hard against the wall beside the door of my destination. William is pinning me with his body an still I avoid his breath taking face, knowing that could be my un-doing because it's one of my weaknesses.

"Watch that little mouth of yours Krista," he warns but it's my turn to laugh, mine is without humor.

This man or monster, which ever you prefer has taken me from my family and friends. He tortured and then turned me into a creature of the night against my will. And then has stalked me for the remainder of my life. Williams told me numerous times as Ive begged him to just kill me that he would never release me from his grasp. William tortured me physically, mentally and emotionally. The man has scarred me for life in every way possible. There's nothing he can do to me anymore that I could not handle. I've become immune to the physical pain now an I'm almost emotionally numb now and the mental games he plays have become second nature to me. Apart of life. My life.

"William," I purred. "Let me go so I can go fuck a real man". Yes, I know how to play the game almost as good as him. Besides, why should I care that I'm intentionally pissing him off, he's been pissing me off for five hundred odd years. I no longer have the ability to give a fuck. Each century I become more an more bold.

My heart froze over a long time ago and my soul grows further into the black abyss, so close to vanishing into the darkness. I'm also on the verge of losing my humanity, I know it's what William wants. For me to become just as sick an demonic, maniac, physco killer as himself. My humanity is the one thing I struggle to hold on to, I won't give him what he wants. To be his perfect blood thirsty companion.

I've even tryed to kill him, once or twice. Obviously I failed on both accounts. The first time was before he turned me and the other was after he turned me.

William wraps his thick colossal fingers around my neck. "Don't laugh at me."

I managed to shake my head a little because of the grip he had on my throat. "I hate you William James FrankPattrick," I snarled.

The comment unfazed him. "You love me Krista Jahna FrankPattrick," he says and trys to touch his lips to mine. Another weakness of mine are his kisses. I tuck my lips in my mouth.

And 'Hell to the no,' we're not married! I would never marry him but he claims me... body, heart an soul.

Exasperated I say again. "Just leave me alone."

William sighs. "Look at me Kris."

I don't.

"Look at me," he commands again and again I refuse.

This time William touches inside my head and inflicts a small amount of pain so ide have no choice but to look at him. It feels like an electric shock to the brain,the pain maybe small but it still stings like a son of a bitch, I grab both sides of my head and silently wail as I crank my head all the way back an glare up into a pair of rusted wood color eyes with pure hate an rage.

William is what I call perfection. He stands at 6'5, with a body like a young Mark walberge. He's got thin, long peach colored lips. Strong thick nose, chiseled jaw, strong cheekbones and thick, unruly chocolate brown hair and he's a olive, Ivory mix skin complexion.

Never in my life have I ever been attracted to an caucasian male before. Well not until William of course.

William's thick, long finger stroked my cheek. "I love you Krista...," I interrupted with a scoff.

"Yes William, you surely prove it by the pain you cause me. Oh an let's not forget by the woman you constantly whore around with every where we go." I tryed to shove him away with all the strength I had. "I've had enough of your torture. I wish to leave."

Of course those soft, firm peachy colored lips frowned at me. He stalks towards the edge of the bed where I fled to but I quickly scattered to the head of the bed.

"Just let me go!" I shouted at him desperately.

Silently he just stares at me for a few moments though it felt like longer.

William purged his lips. "Krista, you know I can't."

This is in fact a bold face lie! I know he can but that he selfishly doesn't want to. I've been a prisoner of him for far too long. I want to leave him and if he gave me a choice I would in a heart beat but I would never want to be free of him. You see it's easy to say 'ide leave' but to actually stay away from the only person you've been with for five hundred odd years is much more difficult than it sounds. William is all I've ever known really and he knows it. But at least I know I can really count on him when it matters. William is also very possessive. I'm the first and only person who he's ever turned.

Long ago I asked him why me? I was terrified and only nineteen when he decided he would take me, it was back in the year two thousand ten.

I was walking home from the store where I bought some snacks just down the street and around the corner from my house. I barely left the house, at least not on foot but I was craven something sweet so I just went for it.

My family moved alot. Every year we'd be packing up and moving on. I couldn't keep friends that way but I had one that I remained close an in contacted with, but of course he lived awhile away. I had a older brother named Kristen and my mother and fathers names were Devon an Dija. We were a regular middle class family.

There was nothing special about me at least not that I noticed. That day I wore regular dark jeans and a black t-shirt and black an white Nikkis. I wore my freshly dyed black hair down and covered my natural dark brown eyes with Ever green contacts.

My cheek bones are high, I got small dimples, little rosy pink pouty lips, thick nose and kind of big eyes. My complexion is a mix between Ivory and a Honey beige. I'm one hundred and twelve pounds an five foot two, so I cant even say I'm model tall or that I had killer curves.

Nope nothing at all special about me. Yes, I'm pretty, I knew this but that's it. No special beauty. No genius.

What was it that he wanted from this average black girl? Well I'm not fully black but I don't know the other ethnic part of me. On my birth certificate it said that I was African American. So that's all I claim.

The answer or rather question William gave me was "What is it I wouldn't want?"

Yep, that's all I've got. That is the only thing I've gotten from the man who Ive spent decades with. He's given me no real answer and probably never ever will. Or why he just hasn't killed me or at least won't leave me and no I refuse to believe that he 'loves me' when a social path doesn't even know the meaning. Guys like that just don't love or at least not the kind of love I want.

His definition of love is toxic. It's a decease that eats away at every thing good you have inside of you until your bleeding and raw from the excruciating depth of pain that, that so called loved one has caused you. It just eats away at you until there is nothing else left to destroy and then it leaves you to rot in your own decay!

"Yes, William you truly can. Just move out the way and I'll walk out the door and you'd never see me again," I said. Knowing it's a lie but It backed fired though, because of his next words.

"That is preciously why I can not let you go. At least one of the reasons, my dark lover." His smile was feral and then he lunged at me but I already expected that move. I leaped easily an gracefully across the other side of the king sized canopy bed with matching dark gold coverlets.

I back tracked. "Then I'll check in from time to time." Or maybe century to century or decade to decade, I wanted to say. I decided to keep that part in my own thoughts.

"Liar," he growled. "I know you well." He tapped two fingers against the side of his head and then pointed those two fingers at my head.

Over the centuries I learned how to block him so I knew he wasn't really reading me right now but more insinuating that he's seen how my mind works so he does really know me better than anyone ever will including myself. Besides if he really tryed to pry inside I could feel a prick against my skull.

"Give me a chance." I said breathlessly as I hopped away at another lunge he made.

William snarled in frustration and I have to admit it gave me some satisfaction that the big man was being jostled alittle. "I just can't Kris." He lunged again. Almost succeeding in grabbing my wrist but again I was quick to escape. I knew from experience that he would catch me an soon, he always did. William was one of those people that when they became angry they became quicker, skilled an more precised.

Deadly.