tagErotic HorrorAmber Eyes Ch. 02

Amber Eyes Ch. 02


I recall exactly when I realized what she was. I was in a stupor all that summer: dozing fitfully in the heat of the day and spending my nights in a frenzy of desire. She would appear no earlier than dusk each evening, almost the very moment the last golden rays faded from the brick building across the street from me. I learned to wait for her, bare legs dangling off the fire escape for the moment she'd be there, like magic, waiting on the street for me to invite her in.

I was foggy-headed around her, barely aware of my own thoughts and actions, completely under her spell. When she left me I'd ache for her; I'd lay on my bed, just a creaky mattress on the floor, tossing and turning, my head filled with images of her, memories of the smell of her, the feel of her under my hands and lips.

If it wasn't for that power she had over me, I'm sure I would have connected the dots sooner. The wooziness, the tender little marks she'd leave on my neck, the way she'd turn voracious during my monthly moon, burying her face between my legs with a deep and feral hunger — all of these were signs I could have recognized if only I'd been in my right mind.

I must have painted fourty portraits of her that summer. I rendered her in oils most often, chiaroscuro portraits dark with the shadow I must have sensed from her, but I also sketched her in oil pastels, in gouache, and several times with dark, soft drawing pencils whose charcoal marks would end up all over her porcelain skin after we made love. Before Lucine, I'd always worked from photographs, but never once in all those nights did I think to try to capture her with my camera. It may have been a dead giveaway if I had.

Instead, I needed to use my hands to create her likeness. It was the only way I could possess her.

In every other way, she possessed me.

Every night that summer was hot, but one night in particular, the air was electric. When she arrived below my window, the street was nearly empty — unusual for my part of town on a summer night — but the pedestrians had fled the oppressive weight of the air, and as Lucine murmured "Hello, Olivia," I heard a rumble of thunder roll its warning.

By the time I got downstairs to open the door for her, the first fat drops of rain were hitting the sidewalk, glistening in the light of the street lamps as they hissed to life. "I love thunderstorms," she said with her catlike smile, and passed through my doorway to run her delicate fingers over my sternum. "Don't you?"

She had her clothes off almost before I'd closed the door, a loose black dress pooling at her feet. I never knew with Lucine whether she wanted me to paint her or whether she wanted to make love; it could be either, it could be both. I had learned to wait on her pleasure.

As thunder broke again outside, still distant, she beckoned to me with a crooked finger.

I moved to her and stood in front of her, and she cupped my face in her beautiful, perfect hands. Then she moved her hands up to my hair, loosening it from the messy pile I kept it in until it fell down around my shoulders. She stroked my cheek, ran her thumbs over my throat, my collarbone, twisted the buttons of my shirt between her thumb and forefinger to release them. I wore one of my many oversized men's shirts, stained with paint, with nothing underneath; she pushed it off my shoulders and it fell to the floor.

I shivered as my chest was exposed, and she leaned forward to press her breasts against mine, smaller than hers, her firm nipples brushing against my skin.

Next she trailed her hands over me, cupping my breasts, thumbing my nipples. Down to my ribs; she traced her fingernails against them, sending more shivers up my back. She took an excruciatingly long time with each motion, paying special attention to each part of my body until I was vibrating — thrumming with need for her. Another peal of thunder sounded outside, louder than before, and this time she shivered. In one quick motion she pulled down at my waistband until I was naked to match her, and I kicked my clothes away and fell to my knees before her.

"So eager, young one," she scolded me as I pressed my face into the juncture of her thighs, breathing her in. Her scent — spices and musk — extended here too, and I kissed her softly, again and again, until she started to open for me. She moaned her approval then, and I pressed my tongue against her, tasting her, sliding my tongue along the length of her slit and gathering the warmth of her juices. As I lapped at her, thunder boomed, so close now. The glass of my window rattled in its panes.

Her hand tightened on the back of my head and she pulled me away from her. I panted with desire, and begged her: "Please..."

She tilted my head up with her hand on my chin and looked at me, chiding me gently. "Not yet. Come with me."

She pulled away from me and walked toward my open window, a full-length old wooden frame that opened out on to the fire escape I awaited her on each evening. Reluctantly, I raised myself up from my knees and followed her. Lightning flashed outside and for a split second she was silhouetted, her naked form against the brightness of the sky, framed by the open window. The air outside was practically steaming.

The street was deserted; I noted this as she led me out onto the old iron fire escape, both of us naked, the sky dark and the rain falling hard. It hit our bodies, drops sliding down our bare skin, the water cooler than the hot air. Thunder sounded again and the whole fire escape rattled. While I held on for dear life, she laughed aloud, throwing her head back, rain hitting her face, her throat, her breasts.

She kissed me then, pouncing on me like an animal, her teeth sharp against my lip, drawing blood that mixed with the rain running down my face. When her fingers found my sex I was more than ready for her, and she plunged inside of me. She drove into me as the sky flashed and shook, her fingers pressing deep inside of me, and she pumped her wrist almost in time with the thunder. Every time thunder sounded, her frenzy seemed to increase in intensity; the fire escape shook and rattled as she pushed hard into me in the stormy night. Her fingertips curved against my deepest spot and I felt the heat build inside of me.

She growled then, an animalistic sound. When lightning flashed again it lit her up, and I stared into the face of a monster, her yellow eyes suddenly frightening with intensity. I'd never seen Lucine lose control like this — the hunger in her face was absolutely bestial — but somehow I wasn't scared. In any case, I was frozen, powerless to stop her with my orgasm so close.

As the crescendo built, she moved faster, inhumanly fast, fucking me hard and hitting my deepest spots with each stroke. "Yes, come for me," she moaned at me, and as the wave of my orgasm crashed over me, she latched on to my neck with her teeth and started to drain me.

I remember shuddering and going limp as she pulled her fingers out of me, sagging against the side of the building as she fed on me. It wasn't until I realized she might be killing me that I understood what she'd done to me before. She'd been playing with her food, taking little bites out of me here and there to build up the anticipation for herself. This, now, was real. I faded in and out of consciousness, barely aware of the storm shaking the building around me, feeling only a deep connection to Lucine alongside the absolute certainty I wouldn't live to see morning. Somehow I didn't mind; giving myself to her seemed only natural.

I woke two days later, desperately thirsty and weak, on my mattress on the floor of my apartment. I was confused and wool-headed, unsure what had happened, until I found her note.


Thank you. I'm sorry.


It didn't say much, but I knew as soon as I read it that the spell had been broken. Whatever she'd done to me was over. I'd spent my summer in love with a vampire, and while I'd like to think I'd lived to tell the tale, I knew no-one would ever believe me if I tried.

It took me weeks to recover, in the end. My health was shaky for too long; I spent most of my time sleeping, but several times over that first week an order of food, pre-paid, arrived at my door. It was always salty and sugary and left me feeling much improved.

She'd taken several of the portraits I'd painted of her, including that one from the first night, when she'd posed nude for me and had awoken a dark desire in me. When, soon after she left, a respected gallery called me inquiring about a series of portraits of a preternatural amber-eyed beauty, I saw her hand in it and wished I could thank her. I made several lucrative sales at that first solo opening and in all honesty, it launched my career.

Even after Lucine's glamour had worn off, I still looked for her on the street, still hoped to see her again. She'd left no way for me to contact her, and no clues, but I didn't stop trying. I'd never been with a woman before her, but after her I was ruined. I sought out only the dark-haired and smooth-skinned, and became known as a lover of beautiful women. I painted some of them, but most of them were simply unsatisfying to me after Lucine.

I still painted her, from memory, and somehow the details of her in my mind never got fuzzy. I remembered the exact shape of her lips, her almond eyes, the catlike yellow colour of them so disarming. I remembered the pink flower that was her sex, the shape of her folds, and how they felt beneath my hand, slippery and wet.

Many years later, my agent organized a retrospective, and I featured years of my portraits of Lucine. A gallery full of paintings of her representing two decades of work and artistic growth, the "Amber Eyes" opening was promoted in all the best magazines. The invite list was long and exclusive, featuring some of the city's biggest collectors and VIPs, as well as my girlfriend du jour, a twenty-five year old dark haired beauty who was my newest attempt at recapturing the magic of Lucine.

You can imagine how surprised I was when the real thing showed up — but that's a story for another time.

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