Slick like Oil

Slick like oil, over surfaces of a fragile human mind. His dark eyes and sandy hair wavered over pasty flesh that mimicked those of a human. His objectives were different than the opposite sex underneath him. Both fighting and striving for some obstinate goal that would change the course that the future took. They knew each other well in the past were she hung on his sugar coated words until truth broke over the horizon and her anger flowed like a bitter tonic over a simple cup. But now he stood after watching her lay down on cool sheets of white cotton to fight against the biting heat of the Byzantine Empire. Nude like the sky it’s self and freed of any restricting blankets it was easy for any one to jump in to her window and look at her milky body only marred by that birthmark of a star under her breast. It was divine, how she roused him so. It wasn’t her body but how she acted towards him and the path she took. Words could of sufficed and she would of followed him to the ends of the world but truth reared it’s ugly head saving her in the nick of time before anything worse was going to happen. Blue eyes and red hair were forever stuck in his mind like an annoying song of the past. She was far form annoying but more the less amusing. Greed was apart of his make up wanting her for himself and no one else even if that meant her partner ‘father’ Nightroad and the insufferable little vampire brat named Ion. She could not help but to move kicking away the sheets now being vulnerable to anything from bug bites to enemies that wandered in to their opponent’s bedrooms at night. Her dreams filled with fantasy where the world was a calmer more beautiful place, possibly something in the past where humans were the predominant race until the vampires spread like wild fire with their violence. Not all of the vampires were horrible creatures a lot of them were like humans trying to lead clean lives, each with their own personality. Ester used to horde them in to a large group and predestined before meeting them that all Methuselah were killers. After her adventures with the AX agent and the Methuselah count she started to learn and accept others for who they were and only judge them on their previous and current actions. The red head enjoyed staying in the Byzantine Empire for it’s warmth and the way of life the citizens lead daily, also to stay close with Ion would might have been more than just a friend. Dietrich noticed that leisurely and found his pursuit of self fulfillment over shadowed by jealousy and greed. The jealousy directed to the young count of the empire and his greed for the small female that used to follow him like a lamb. Soon information was gathered on her whereabouts, whether it was form her royal guards in Albion or other workers of the Vatican. Collecting information was easy; the people were easily fooled and tricked as Dietrich watched his prey in subtle interest. In the past when he told her he liked her a lot, it was the bitter truth. He didn’t lie that night as he ruined her life and fantasy, shattering it like a porcelain doll falling form a high shelf. They were of the opposing side now, and of course the opposing sex. Every time he reached down into his inky pants to quell the swell of his testosterone and hormones he thought of Ester.


But now he was tired of fantasizing of having her underneath his rotating hips. Or him smothering her rosebud mouth with his slender lips. All which would end in him biting her slender neck and lapping up garnet red blood marking her for life. Each bite of a Methuselah was different almost like a fingerprint. His fangs and the type of hole he would puncture would be like his signature; this was also how to claim life mates and such that. Dietrich could of just made her dance like a puppet to his every whims but he liked the challenge it would add spice to his life, as he would perform a courtship on this female. When one thought of courtship, their minds could wander to how animals would do it. Oh no vampires were different than humans when it came to choosing a mate or something of that distinction. He could woo her with beautiful flowers and dates that could last month’s even years. But he decided to take a direct approach, by writing letters that were never written back and sending jewelry that most women would gush over. It didn’t seem like she gush over any of it. He looked up from her sleeping form to the dresser at the far wall. There sat a simple box for housing jewelry, Dietrich could not help but to walk to it to see if his gifts were in there. All of them were it would seem besides a few of the rings and one necklace he sent. Eyes quickly narrowed and his head snapped back to her. A simple chain that he sent her looped around her slender neck and two of the rings he sent on her slender fingers. Ester was a queen now and had access to many types of jewelry or clothing to her whims. No doubt she gained many suitors who were turned down with out batting an eyelash. It humored him slightly she kept his gifts close at hand same with the ones given to her by Ion and Abel. But it was a little touching that she wore his gifts than her other two friends. ‘ I bet they questioned who she got all this from’ He mused to his inner thoughts as sloping legs brought him back to her bed side. A hand reached out fingering a lock of her blood red hair, a smile danced upon his slender lips as she sighed deeply in her sleep. It was easy to infiltrate her little abode; most of the guards were half awake any ways so it was easier to stealthily move past them in their ridiculous armor. Slowly he began to strip away his Rosen Kruetz attire, feeling the nip of the heat on his flesh as the inky jacket with all its medals and white shirt were removed. Gloves were folded neatly as were his jacket and white shirt, topless showing a movement of muscles under smooth flesh. A light treasure trail leading down in to his formal pants could fit him in to the category of male. Boots slipped off his feet along with his pants that were unclasped from the belt around his waist. Now on the chair near by were a melee of clothing from folded shirt and fancy jacket to pants and socks as belts looped over the chair back easily. Boots were positioned on the floor next to his things, as Dietrich stood almost naked if not for his underpants.

Ester shifted and groaned, dreams plaguing her some were good and some were horrible. This one was a mixture of both bad and good. Good at in feelings and the people bad as in politics and stress from her secret. She kept all the letters and jewelry that Dietrich sent her and even wore some of it. She didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not, keeping the thought he would never come to see her face to face after all the problems he has caused her and the Vatican. Now here he was standing of her bed with the face of a cunning predator watching it’s sleeping prey. Some of the letters he sent were long and flowery while others were erotic and long, all were extremely detailed in what he was doing, how he felt and why he wanted her. Often his letters would ask her questions while others described what he wanted to do to her if she accepted his courtship. She would blush finding her self slightly aroused form those letters that held content of erotica, but always she was to afraid to reply back either way reply or not reply she attracted him to her. The heat felt so binding; her legs kicked away coverlets and sheets with some struggle. Her body slowly adjusted to the air that hit her body, perking up her nipples only slightly. There was a niggling feeling in the back of her mind before she lain down for slumber that there was some one watching her every move. Clothing was stripped form her and hung up in the wardrobe, not even where a silken teddy to bed to hide her lush curves. Now that she was nude and glowing underneath the enemy’s eyes. No he was not the enemy maybe there was something more possibly a love interest in the sandy brown haired male who stalked her dreams.