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Dreams and Dragons

Novel By: MahVash

This story has it all, Vampires, Dragons, Faerie Queens, and magic. Lisbeth has been visited in her dreams by the vampire Aidan Ollpheist. Living for years in the arms of her dream lover. Is he real? Is he just a figment of her imagination? Follow her story with Gideon Talbot, who after a brief encounter with the lovely Lisbeth,becomes obsessed with a woman who could move him with just a look. Gideon learns her story after he finds her lost journal. Her words drawing him deeper into her dreams and nightmares. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Nov 29, 2012    Reads: 324    Comments: 0    Likes: 4   

Chapter Six -

He came to me last night, it had been weeks since I had felt him last. His pull on me has grown so strong, I know now when he will seek me long before I close my eyes to sleep. The feeling coming over me in a wave so strong I would just wait with baited breath until I could close my eyes and drift into his world.

One night, he held me for a long time without saying a word, he was shaken so deeply.

I tried singing to him soft sweet lyrics, with his head in my lap my hands mindlessly playing with is hair, but then tension would not leave his body.

'Please tell me, what is wrong.'

'Nothing for you to worry about, little bird.' He said staring at nothing.

'Something has happened; please let me in. I will try not to worry, if that makes you feel better, but honestly, who can you confide in if not me?' I should know better than to push him, but I wanted him to trust me.

'I have enemies. They defeated me once, leaving me with nothing, barley existing and caught in a frozen state unable to move or break free, left to rot. I was almost dead the when you first found me, without you to sustain me, child, I would have died'

A picture of him flashed thru my mind at that moment, of the first time I dreamt of him. He was so old then. His body was thin and skeleton like. I should have been afraid of him, with his paper-thin skin and his suit hanging loosely from his body. I felt his loneliness as a reflection of my own so I never feared him.

'How were you able find me?'

'Do you remember what you were doing the day I first came to you?'

I had to think hard, it seemed lifetimes ago. 'I remember I had gotten lost with my brother. We had been exploring, and had gone farther from our home then ever before. We came upon this abandoned property; our curiosity got the best of us and just had to find a way in We finally found a lower part of the wall and climbed over. The property seemed such a sad abandoned place, so old and so isolated. Bobby acted so brave when we came to the building, but I knew he was afraid. '

'But you were not were you?' He smiled and kissing my head running his hand down my arm.

'No. I was intrigued. Something about the place seemed so lost and alone. I could feel it's pain as if it was a person or an injured animal. Bobby dared me to go in. I had to accept, I remember feeling so drawn to the place, like I was meant to be there. I found a broken window, and just as I had managed to climb in, an old man came running and yelling at us threatening to call the police. So I climbed back out. Bobby and I ran as fast as we could.'

'Do you remember anything else? Think hard my dear.' He challenged

'I thinkā€¦' the images finally broking thru, I said, 'Yes, I cut myself as I came in the room. I fell thru the window and landed on the glass. It took forever for that cut to heal, I think I still have the scar.' I lifted my leg to find the curved scar next to my knee. He leaned forward and kissed my knee, running his tongue along the scar, sending the familiar electricity running thru my skin.

'That, my love, is how I found you. I was held captive in that home, sealed beneath the floor. Your blood woke me from my stasis bringing me to you as my only hope for life.'

How could I not have seen it? At the time I had grown so use to his face and feel of his body, I had fogoten that he was not always so young and strong as our time together passed on.

'It took me years of feeding from you in order to find the strength to break free of that hell. It is only a matter of time before my enemies discover I have returned.'

For the first time I realized he might not just stop appearing to me of his own will, but could be torn from me as well.

I pulled myself on top of him, removed my gown, and guided myself on to him. I had never taken the liberty to initiate sex with him, but my fear led me to believe I would never have him again. I cried as I drove him into me, moving my hips, wanting to bring him solace more than my need for release. My hands pushed on his chest as I worked myself into a frantic rhythm, my head rocking back in pleasure and cries leaving me in loud moans of suffering and passion. My sadness soon turned to a heated passion as angered filled me. 'Tell me you will not leave. Tell me I am yours and only yours.' I pleaded as my nails dug into him.

He pulled himself up, knotting my hair with his fist and drove deep inside of me, bringing me to a full shuddering end, 'You are MINE' he growled pulling me down to him and sinking his fangs into my breast, sucking the life from me, a new wave exploding around us. It is nights like this that bring me to my knees in the sun, praying and pleading with whatever God there is to bring him to me in more then just dreams.


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