Isobel, a dark romantic tale

----- Chapter 6 -----

 

 

 

 

Isobel sat on the bed staring at Byron. Her mind was racing to a thousand different directions. Her life would never be the same again. She tried to recollect the events that led to that day. The first time she saw him under his tree. The two weeks of the intense dreams she had. Her desperate attempts to find something, anything for him. Then she tried to take his picture, his walk towards her, his eyes. He was looking at her with those beautiful eyes that pierced right through her, she felt like he was looking into her soul, into her brain. She felt that she couldn’t hold anything back, even if she wanted to. Then she heard his voice, the deepest, most erotic voice she had ever heard. Then she made him laugh, she saw him again. He kissed her and that was the end of the story. She belonged to him after that kiss. She wanted nothing else than to be around him. She would do anything to be with him. He had protected her. He had protected her friend. He had saved their lives. He would revenge her friend’s attackers. She felt so protected with him. She never took her eyes away from him. He was standing just a few feet away from her, right in front of the fireplace. He was just looking at the fire. His shadow was trembling on the opposite wall. His eyes were glowing in the dark. He was calm as always. She couldn’t see a single muscle moving. He was standing with his legs slightly apart and his hands behind his back, clasped together. She never thought it possible, but she was falling more in love with him as time passed. She wanted him more with every glance at him. She needed him more with every thought of him. She wanted to be with him forever. But could she? Did he want that? She had to find out. She would ask him.

 

“Think before you do that” he said catching her off guard. He had read her mind. “He can read my mind too?” she thought to herself.

 

“Yes” he replied.

 

“I want to be with you Byron, you are the man of my dreams. You are the one I’ve been hoping to find all my life. You are more than I’ve ever expected to find in someone. I can not bear the thought of losing you someday. I know I’m not like you. But…” she didn’t finish her sentence. She stood up and walked towards him. He turned to face her.

 

“I want to be like you.” She meant every word she said. She had never wanted anything more than this. Byron knew that. He could see that in her eyes. He brushed her right cheek with his hand. His eyes softened and a sad smile appeared in his face.

 

“You are not like me. You cannot be like me.”

 

“But what if you bite me? Clio said it’s like in the movies, right? So, if you bite my neck I’ll become a vampire too.” She wanted that. She wanted Byron to bite her and make her one of his kind.

 

“It’s not the same. We are not going to be the same.” He saw a question forming in her mind and stopped her before it reached her lips. “If this happens, you’ll turn into a vampire like Clio, like the rest. I am not like the rest.”

 

Then it hit her. He was different. He could see the light, Clio couldn’t do that. He was free to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, Clio couldn’t do that. None of the rest could do that. They would only be together behind closed doors. They would only walk together in the night. He would turn her into a creature of the night. But he would still be a creature without limitations, just like she was now. So he really didn’t have to bite her to be together.

 

“But how long will this last Byron?” She felt a knot forming in her stomach. “I don’t have as much time as you have in life. I am just a mortal.” It had never occurred to her what a powerful word that was. Being a mortal is never a problem when you’re surrounded by other mortals. It’s only when you meet an immortal that you understand your time on this earth is limited. It’s only when you find the one you want to spent an eternity with that you fully understand the significance of time.

 

“Don’t you want us to be together?” she asked him while tears were forming in her eyes.

 

“I’ve walked this earth for a long time Isobel. I’ve seen a lot of things. I’ve met a lot of people. I’ve seen a lot of suffering and death. I’ve caused a lot of both.” 

 

“Life is filled with pain and death. I am sure you had your reasons for doing whatever you have done. But you’ve also seen joy. I want to be with you for as long as I can. Why don’t you want me to? Why do you want to take this away from me?” A tear run down her face and Byron wiped it with his thumb.

 

“You cannot understand the immense changes that will happen to you now. Your life as you know it will end. You will never see the daylight again, without getting killed by it. You will never see your family or friends again. You will literally disappear from the face of this earth.” He stopped talking for a few seconds, letting his words sink into her.

 

“Do you see my point?” He asked her after a while.

 

“But we shall be together. That’s all I ever wanted since the day I met you.” She answered. “We shall be together for an eternity.”

 

“Eternity is a nice thought until you realise you’ll spend it alone.” He said with a five centuries old wisdom and sadness. “You’ll see all that you love fade and die while you’re left behind to count your wounds.”

 

“You’re the one I love. You’re the one I cherish the most in my life. I don’t care about the sun. I don’t have a family; I was brought by an aunt that I never cared for neither did she. The only friend I had before I met you is sitting in the next room with Clio and I’m not going to lose her”.

 

Byron didn’t say anything to that. He knew she was telling him the truth. This wasn’t an innocent teenage crush over an actor. This was genuine love and he was actually happy she was experiencing it. He was happy he was seeing another person being some much in love with someone else. It was always the only thing that kept him going all that time. It was the only thing that kept him protecting the innocent from as much harm as he could. It was why he was making all this talk to Isobel. He tried to remember the times he had fallen in love. He remembered their faces, their smiles, their laughter, their happiness when they were living together. He remembered then the disappointment when they realised he couldn’t give them a child, the looks and whispers of everyone when they saw that he wasn’t getting older, the terror in their eyes every time he decided to tell them the truth. Most of the times he would end up chased with torches and wooden sticks.

 

“Talk to me Byron” she almost pleaded him. “What are you thinking? I wish I could read your mind too.” She said with a sad voice.

 

“People will always be the same. People will never understand you. People will always be afraid of you. That’s what my parents and the elders kept teaching me. That’s what I faced in my life.” He paused just for a few seconds and gave her his warmest smile. He brushed her cheeks and kissed her.

 

“But you are different. Maybe this wasn’t just a dream. Maybe you really are the one.” Just as he said that, he took her in his arms and kissed her again.

 

When they broke the kiss, some minutes later, Isobel was literally floating in the air. She couldn’t remember if she had ever been that happy in her life. “I love you” she thought knowing he could read her mind. “That means more to me that you will ever understand” she heard a voice in her mind. She looked at him with questioningly. “I don’t have to open my lips for you to hear my voice” he said again. The thought of the inability to keep something from him crossed her mind.

“This is not something I do on purpose Isobel. You have the right to think whatever you want. But sometimes it’s better for me to know something before it’s been said. It protects me. It’s my defence against people. You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t have to fear anything from you. Your mind is yours.”

 

“No Byron, my mind’s yours. Everything I have and everything I am are yours to have and to hold.” She kissed him and took a step back. She took his right hand in hers and fell to one knee. She kissed it and lowered her head. “I am yours my Lord. I wish to become one of you. I want to be considered your kin. I place myself at your mercy and your disposal to do as you wish.” Byron smiled slightly amused.

 

“You have seen too many movies Isobel. I do not wish you to become my slave. I want you to be at my side.” He touched her chin and raised her head. He smiled at her and her face lit.

 

“So you’re going to bite me?” she asked him.

 

“Yes I will. When I find the right time to do so.” He answered making her feel like a child waiting to open its present.

 

“So there is nothing more to do for me than sit back and wait, is there?” she said looking at him with a way that sounded more like an invitation than a question.

 

“I do have one or two ideas if you interested” he answered with a grin much like hers.

 

Isobel took a few steps back and sat on the bed. She brushed her hands again on the leather sheets enjoying the feeling. She took her eyes from him, just for a couple of seconds and looked around. She turned to him again smiling. “Well, I am waiting” she said. Byron moved forward with slow steps. He stood in front of her and put his right index finger under her chin raising her head. He leaned towards her and brought his lips very close to hers. She got lost in his scent, in his eyes, in his aura and tried to kiss him. Just before their lips touched he moved back. She had her eyes closed still, waiting to be kissed.

 

“Be careful what you wish for, you might get it.” He said and moved to the cupboard. She opened her eyes and watched him. He took a bottle, two glasses and went back to her. His eyes never left hers. He was looking straight in her soul and she let him. She had nothing to hide. She didn’t want anything to hide from him. He poured a dark red liquid in the glasses and handed her one. She looked at the bottle. Its shape seemed familiar. She took a sip and she remembered.  

 

“Sandman” she said smiling and took the bottle from his hand. “Didn’t expect anything else than a bottle with a cloaked man on the label”. He smiled and kissed her. She tasted the sweet taste of the Port on his lips. “I like it so much I could drink the whole bottle” she said.

 

“Then by all means do so” he said and emptied his glass with one motion. “I have to go downstairs for a while to sort some things out and I’ll be right back.” She smiled at him making an understanding notion and poured some more wine in her glass. He kissed her, put his glass on the fireplace and then left the room.

 

She drank the second glass, then the third and then the fourth. She couldn’t figure out if Byron was taking too long or she was drinking really fast. She was so nervous that each glass didn’t last two minutes, without needing refill. After some time she realised she had emptied half of the bottle. She wasn’t drunk yet but she definitely had a buzz in her head. She emptied her glass for the last time and decided to stop. She didn’t want to get drunk and ruin what was probably going to be a great night. So, she put her glass on the floor and leaned backwards, resting her body on her elbows. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back and enjoyed the sweet taste of the Port that was dominating her mouth. “At least until I taste something else” she thought and smiled to herself. She wanted to surprise him. She had to do something to make him want her more. She knew she wanted to make love to her; he was just playing with her. And he was doing a good job too because she couldn’t hold on anymore.

 

She opened her eyes and looked around. She stood up and walked to the closet. Isobel was not sure if she should open it. The thought of it being full of private things did occur to her, but her curiosity won. She opened it and laughed at her decision. Apart from a few bottles and glasses, the closet was pretty much empty. Just when she was ready to close it again, she noticed a drawer at the bottom of it. She tried to find out its content but it was locked. At that point she heard the door open and turned to see who it was. Two very beautiful girls entered the room with small but decisive steps. The fact that they were naked didn’t strike to Isobel as much as it could in another place and another time but she looked in awe at their faces. They couldn’t be more than 16 years old. Their faces were so exotic and fairy-like that she couldn’t stop starring. The fact that they were smiling made them even more beautiful. They were Asian and as they drew closer she noticed their eyes. Those almond shaped eyes that’s so typical for their race. They couldn’t be less beautiful than the rest of their body but when she looked into them she realised that the two girls had seen a lot. She was starting to understand the difference between a mortal and a vampire. She knew she was right when the girl on the left opened her little mouth to speak.

 

“Good evening my Lady” she said and both bowed their heads just a little bit. “We came to help you prepare” she said and moved towards her.

 

“Ah, wait a minute there. You came to prepare me for what? Who send you?” The girls looked at her with a smile and a little giggle escaped their lips.

 

“Come my lady, don’t waste your time with questions you already know the answers” replied the other girl.

 

The darkness of the room kept the two girls from seeing the blush in Isobel cheeks when she understood what she had asked them. They reached her and dropped to the floor to take her boots off. Then one girl went behind her and unzipped the leather top while the girl in front of her did the same thing to the leather trousers. Now she was standing in front of them with only her thong. The girl behind her took the collar off while the other one removed her last garment. Now she was just as naked as the two girls.

 

“You have a very beautiful body my Lady. Its going to be a pleasurable process” said the girl in front of Isobel while she planted a small kiss below her navel. She stood up and taking a hand each led her to back of the room, slightly confusing her.

 

“Where are you taking me? She asked a few seconds before the girl on her right pulled a curtain Isobel had never realised it was there all along. She saw a bathtub big enough for five people made of black marble. The walls had torches already burning, just like the rest, towels on a shelf, many small bottles and a small closed box on the left. The girl on her right turned the taps on and steaming water started filling the tub. The girls took some of the bottles and poured their contents in too. When it was half full she took Isobel’s hand and led her inside. The water was hot but not a bit unpleasant. A girl sat behind Isobel and the other one to the far end.

 

“Relax my Lady and let us take care of you” she heard the girl behind her say while she was massaging her shoulders. Isobel closed her eyes and let herself to their very capable hands. She enjoyed the shoulder massage while the girl in front of her did the same to her legs. The scented oils had reached her nose making her more relaxed. After a few minutes the girl behind her stopped the massage and put shampoo in Isobel’s hair. Various aromas hit her nose and she was certain she could smell cream, coconut and maybe honey. She loved the combination, but she liked even more what was happening under water. The girl in front of her was shaving her legs. It was like she could see under all the water and the soap and it felt great. After a couple of minutes she had finished and she started massaging her legs again.

 

The girl behind her didn’t just wash her hair; she was also massaging her head. Isobel could nothing else but short humming noises. The scents, the hot water, their expert hands were making her feel unbelievable. She was lost in a trance that had no intention of getting out. Even more so, when she was feeling hands coming up her legs and down her chest. She let her head fell backwards. Isobel opened her legs more and the girl in front of her moved closer. Two pairs of very delicate and experienced hands were playing with her body. Her moans were getting louder by now. The girls were focused in her pussy and the nipples. Isobel didn’t stand a chance against them and after a few minutes the first orgasm made her body shiver. But the girls didn’t stop there. They kissed, bit, licked and used their fingers in the same rhythm as before bringing a helpless Isobel to another orgasm.

 

When after a while she opened her eyes again, she was still in a slight trance. She smiled at them and closed her eyes purring like a cat after a good meal. The girls smiled at each other, content for their success, but they hadn’t finished and they told her so.

 

“Please my Lady, don’t fall asleep” she said the girl behind her. “You are not ready yet.” saying that the girl in front of her pulled the plug for the bath tub to get empty. Then, the girl behind her stood up helping Isobel to do the same, while the other girl remained in a kneeling position. Isobel felt water coming from above her. The girl standing behind her washed the shampoo away from her hair while the other one did the same thing for her body and her legs. When they were finished they grabbed towels and wiped her body. When that was done too, they helped her get out of the bathtub.

 

The girl behind her opened the box on the wall and took out a neatly folded piece of cloth. The girls took it in their hands and unfolded it, revealing a gorgeous black silk cloak. They helped her wear it and then both of them got in front of her to do the three buttons. They put the hood over her head and it covered her head in such a degree that she could only see her feet. The last thing about the cloak was a cord in the neck that was tied in a small knot. The girls put a hand on each side and led Isobel back to the fireplace. They kissed Isobel on the lips and then kneeled to kiss her hands.

 

“Farewell my Lady” they said in one voice and they left her standing in the room dazed and confused.

 

She was still trying to understand what had happened before when she felt a hand on her back. It startled her and began to move her head but she regret it and remained still instead. The hand kept going up and down her back, making a small pass above her ass. Isobel’s heart was racing again. The fabric didn’t do much to cover her up and she was sure her erect nipples were quite visible. The cloak was so fine and thin that it was like she didn’t had it on at all. She felt two hands now on her shoulders, massaging a little bit, then playing with the cord of the cloak and finally undoing the knot. He got close to her body and she was filling him now, his chest touching her back, his penis touching her ass. The hands moved to her chess, caressing and fondling her breasts. Her nipples were an easy target and after a while they were having their share in caressing, even pinching, something that made Isobel hold her breath whenever it happened.

 

After a couple of minutes she felt the hands unbuttoning the cloak. The hands got inside it and touched her skin. She knew. She knew that touch. She craved for that touch for so long. His left hand went to her neck and his right between her legs. She gasped at the feeling of his fingers entering her for the first time. He kissed her neck and shivers run through her spine. His fingers found her clit and she started moaning. He pushed her body backwards to feel his penis. She moved her body in the same rhythm as his fingers. Byron kept increasing his speed and she tried to keep up with him. She was getting close to another orgasm and it hit her the minute he pinched her left nipple. She moaned and moaned and her body trembled for a few more minutes but she didn’t move. He was holding close to him. When she had relaxed, he brought his hands to her shoulders and took the cloak off. She turned around and looked straight in his eyes. She kissed him with all the passion she had. He touched her hair, her back, he caressed her gorgeous ass. She threw her arms around his neck and when after a minute she broke the kiss she took half a step back. She looked at him once more with eyes full of lust. She took his hands in hers and kissed them gently.

 

“May I my Lord?” she asked him and he smiled.

 

“You may do as you please my lady” he said and she knelt in front of him.

 

On her way down, she kissed his pierced nipples, his stomach and then his thighs. She spread her legs for stability and clasped her hands behind her back. She kissed him lightly on the base oh his dick and then moved slowly to the tip and went back again. She moved her head lower and kissed him again. She stuck her tongue out and tapped him. She was playing with him and they were both enjoying it. She licked his balls and then sucked them too. He was getting erect so she knew she was doing a good job. But she wanted to feel him inside her so she opened her mouth and pushed forward. She remained still and played with her tongue. She licked him inside her mouth. She took her tongue out and licked him like that even though it was more difficult with him inside her. She was feeling him getting erect in her mouth and she loved it. She moved her head back and forth slowly at first and then she picked up the pace. He was too big for her and she couldn’t deepthroat him all the way as she wanted, but she kept trying. Her gag reflexes didn’t take a long time to appear and after a minute she pulled her head away from him, trying to catch her breath while coughing. His hands caressed her cheeks and that brought her comfort immediately. She put him in her mouth again and she used her tongue, teasing him on the tip of his dick. He kept stroking her hair but after a while he was the one that took the initiative. He grabbed her head and pushed forward surprising her. She tried not to resist him at first so he managed to get half his length inside her mouth. She was getting used to it by now and she wasn’t gagging anymore. He began moving faster and going deeper and she tried to keep up with him. After a while she unclasped her hands and placed them on his ankles, caressing his feet. When she started gagging again she pinched his legs and he withdrew himself, letting her catch her breath.

 

“Stand up Isobel” he said and she did. He looked at her and kissed her. He put her arms around his neck and lifted her body as easily as he could lift a baby. She put her legs around his waist and he let her body descent slowly. The moment his dick touched her pussy lips, she let a moan slip through her lips. He let her body on his dick and she clanged to him tighter. His erect member was stretching her pussy and all she could do was tremble at the sensations and moan. After about a minute he was inside her completely and he walked towards a wall. The moment her back touched the wall he began moving up and down. She was moaning a lot louder now and she was sure that someone could hear her from outside the room but she didn’t care one bit. She was making love to the man she loved more than anything in the world. And she was feeling great too.

 

“Take me to bed” she said to him with an almost pleading voice and he did. He let her body touch slowly the sheets and then continued from where he had stopped. Isobel was sweating and breathing fast. She had a lot of trouble trying to keep with his pace, even though she was just lying on bed. At some point Byron stopped and took his dick out of her. She opened her eyes and looked at him pleadingly. He smiled and got back inside. He kept kissing her while she kept stroking his hair and scratching his back with her nails. They were both moaning and their rhythm had increased. Isobel was getting closer to yet another orgasm but so was Byron.

 

“Isobel look at me” he said and she obliged. “Do you really want me to..?” she didn’t let him finish his sentence and stopped him with a kiss. She looked at him and smiled.

 

“Dark as night,
Red as blood,
Sweet as flowers on a grave.
To me this is your hair,
your lips, your scent.
My prince of darkness,
Ruler of night, I worship thee.
I don't want to live in day,
I've seen no light and I'm here to stay
with you I rule hand by hand, side by side.
In the darkness we lurk, in the night we wither.
So ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
if it shall be the night is a must” ⁽⁴⁾

 

She finished the poem and then kissed him again. He smiled in such a way she knew she had just made him happy. She kissed him again.

 

“Take me any way you want for I am yours my Lord” she said and closed her eyes.

 

Byron withdrew himself from Isobel and putting his hands on her waist made her face down. He slipped a pillow under her stomach and entered her again. She moved her hands upwards and spread her legs more. Byron kept pounding while he was fondling her breasts. She was moaning and almost crying from pleasure. He put his teeth on her neck and just stayed there. He felt her body tremble uncontrollably. He raised his body slowly leaving trails on her back with his nails. He grabbed her waist and kept thrusting harder. Isobel couldn’t hold on anymore and came for yet another time, only this time she screamed throughout her orgasm. Byron took his dick out of her pussy and placed it on the entrance of her anus. That caught her off guard but she did nothing to stop him. He tried to enter her but her body reacted by instinct and pulled away from him. He put some force on her waist pinning her down and he tried again. This time she had no chance against him. She had lubricated him enough so he didn’t have to try hard to put the tip inside her. When she relaxed her body, he took his time moving inch by inch deeper and before she could even realise it, Byron was all the way in. She didn’t feel so much discomfort. It was the opposite. She was feeling pain but also pleasure. Especially when he started moving in and out of her she really loved it. She was feeling every inch of him, every vain on his dick was stretching her body making her feel even more pleasure. Byron was really pounding and she was sure he was about to come too. And he did. Only it wasn’t quite how she had imagined it.

 

He put his right hand on her pussy fingering her clit while using his left hand on her nipples. He kissed her neck and then opened his mouth. His pace was so fast that Isobel could not keep up with him and she just stayed there letting her body be rocked back and fourth by him. She felt his teeth on her neck again and the same shivers run through her body. Byron was about to come and she knew that. Her hands grabbed the sheets as his final thrusts were even stronger. Her moans got louder only this time they were not the only ones. Byron came inside her ass at the moment she felt his sperm touching her bowels she came again. Both their bodies trembled and after they had finished they remained still. Byron saw tears running down Isobel’s cheeks and kissed them. He lied beside her and brought her on top of him. He could see the face of total happiness and he knew that this couldn’t be wrong. He put his left hand through her hair and kissed her for a minute. Then he moved her head slightly up and to the left so that her neck was right in front of him.

 

Isobel was still in a trance. But this was a different trance and he knew that. He saw the veins in her neck and his heart started pounding harder. It had been so long since the last time he had done that. He could feel the veins pulsing. He could see the blood running. He opened his mouth and rested his teeth on her neck. Isobel was still in the trance, she was a creature paralyzed by a superior species. Byron knew that and took his time. He pressed his teeth and bit through her skin, through her flesh and tasted blood again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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