.lovelysweet.

"You once said I was as close to perfection as to be indistinguishable from it.." she said in a hushed tone. Her back was to him, her eyes fixed on the still, dark water beyond the decaying garden and mausoleum. She could sense him, sense his warmth, his humanity, so enticing... she closed her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. Her pale skin nearly glowed in the moonlight. She knew he was staring at her, his eyes had not left her form since he arrived. His image was burned into her mind such that she never needed to see him really.. all she had to do was think of his deep dark skin, his broad shoulders, smooth wide lips, deep brown eyes, and her mind would call him forth, a perfect rendering of desire. He took a step forward, one hand reaching out. She spun around, her preternatural speed stopping him in his tracks. "don't", was all she said. One simple word, heavy with warning. Her eyes glowed, and her fangs bared just over her slightly parted lips. ...