Be kind please. Okay Here it goes. omg I cant believe Im doing this. *Wilhelm watches the red-headed beauty as she passes under the sickly yellow lights of the sodium vapor lampposts. Her stiletto heels clacking a staccato on the concrete of the sidewalk. The skirt of her hunter green silk dress flowed like water around her legs. The top to her perfectly rounded ass hugged her curves. She was exquisite. The perfect specimen of woman. Her green eyes stared straight ahead. She exude confidence and femininity. She clutched the collar of her black woolen pea coat to her throat. He was leaning against the rough red brick wall outside of the tavern. Their eyes met briefly as she passed in front of him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply when her scent flowed behind her. It was a heady mixture of vanilla and pure woman. He could smell and hear her blood racing through her veins.* *When she was a few yards past him, he pushed off the wall and started to follow her. He made no sound as he trailed behind her. He knew where she was going. He had been following her for a few weeks now. He was certain that this was the one. The one that could be his and only his. She did not have any family, but an old decrepit foster parent that she didnt keep in contact. She had no real friends, no one that she went home to, not even a pet. A small smile twitched quickly on his lips. She would be his. He licked his fangs in anticipation of her rich, sweet blood. He has come to her before to help her transformation only taking a little at a time as not to kill her. He wanted her to be his.* *When she climbed the stairs to the brownstone townhouse, he stopped at the corner. He watched as the lights were flicked on, then off as she made her way around her home. When the final light snapped off, he moved forward. He looked around at the empty street. Wilhelm stopped in front of the townhouse. Her bedroom window shut tight against the freezing January air. He reached out and found her half-asleep mind with his.* *Marisol felt her eyes droop. It had been a long day of dealing with juvenile delinquents. This batch seemed particularly defiant. Everything she asked them to do, they questioned. She was sick of her job and tired of dealing with the rough boys. When she fell into a deep sleep, her dream man came to her. She heard him before she saw him. His rich deep soothing voice a balm to her senses. She smiled in her sleep when she bade him to her again. He was masculine without being a brute, His cool hands set fire to her alabaster skin. His dark hair flowed around him like a silken cape down to the middle of his back The muscles of his broad chest and back rippled when he picked her up. He cradled her against his rock hard chest and sat with her on the chaise-lounge. Her hands ran down to his stomach and settled there. She gazed into his eyes the color of melted milk chocolate.* Wil, you came back. I was hoping you would. I missed you this week. Have you finished your business in Austria? Reutte? is that right? Maybe next time I can go with you. I have always wanted to visit Austria. The castles and the history there. *She runs her delicate, slender fingers down to the waistband of his leather pants.* Please, take me with you the next time you go. *Wil smiled down to her, making sure to keep his razor sharp fangs expertly hidden from her. The dream he has created for her is working well. He knows that if in her awake state, she would never accept him. But here? She is in love with him.* But of course, my Love. I would like to take you away from here. Just the two of us. We could live like a King and Queen there. You will never want for anything and live forever with me. Marisol, do you want me forever? Will you be my Bride? *Marisols heart leapt at the thought of being with him forever. Her blood ran furiously throughout her body. The mere thought of being with this man forever took her breath away.* Yes, Wil. I want to be your Bride. Forever by your side. Please, make me yours. *Will kissed her passionately. She sighed against his lips as her brushed her hair from her neck. He trailed kisses from her lips to the back of er ear. He nipped and sucked at her soft skin. She tilted her neck to the side to give him what he desired most. He scraped his fangs across the tender flesh of her neck. He held her close to him as he sank his fangs deep into her. He rocked her and moaned as she fell into a state of absolute bliss. He drank deeply. He sweet thick blood running down his throat. More than he has ever taken form her. Her essence bursts from his stomach raging throughout his body. Her blood burning him, searing him from the inside out. He lifts his head from her and screams. He falls from the chair onto the floor.* Noooo No!! It cant be! You cant be! Marisol!! Help me!! *Marisol sits up and looks at her dream man. A smirk spreads across her face. She knew what he was when he first came to her. Angels always know evil. She watches as his face contorts and shrivels like an apple on a hot August day. His body writhes and rolls across the pine hardwood floor. He stops and his body seizes. His hands turn to claws, his legs and arms shrink and constrict tightly to his body. His skin takes on a deathly greyish tint before he crumbles into dust. Marisol rises from the chair and walks to the closet. She takes out the vacuum cleaner, plugs it in and turns it on. She laughs as the machine sucks up the grey and blackened ash. It is all that is left of Wilhelm. She shakes her head.* Never try to put one over on an Angel. When will they ever learn? *Marisol takes the canister from the machine and steps on the pedal of the brushed metal garbage can. The bag in the can is almost full. Almost full of the same grey and black ash that she is dumping in.*
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