Into the maw of oblivion (Samantha)

As soon as Eliah and Samantha's eyes locked with each other, he pulled her close to him with a hand in her back and kiss her in the lips. It was a passionet, yet loving and innocent kiss. Then he said, as the car was already moving away from them.
"My Queen, we much to talk about, per haps we can talk about dinner later?"

He turned around holding with his leather glove Samantha's hand, may be to safe her the disconforting cold of the grave.

There was no servitude in the house, Eliah himself helped Samantha with her coat and purse while they were heading to the library where all the psycology session had taken place. Eliah went to the couch were Margaret had laid to chat with Roger The Shrink and sat, palming the sit next to him.
"My Queen, I'm sorry that I lie to you. There's so much I want to tell you about me, who and what I'm, to reveal all my secrets and let you in."

He pulls the letter out of his pocket
"I will start from the questions in your letter..."

...given me a chance to be part of your life...Will you give me the chance to love you back? Not as the old Sam, or as a memory of a woman you have loved and lost, but something new.

"Mine is not life my Queen, I exist, yes but yet I'm nothing in the world of the living. The glints you capture yesterday during dinner, my cold hands, my pale cheeks and whole seeming is what it seems to be, I'm dead. My heart doesn't pound any longer." and he pulled her hand to his chest.

She stood still with her hand over his silk shirt feeling the contours of his chest, it was unhumanly cold and no heart beat at all.

Eliah stood still and simply said.
"I'm here my Queen. There is no trick. Touch the wound" he said referencing the bible myth.

..and see for yourself that I, nevertheless, walk among the living." he opened her shirt for her to diagnose him as she saw fit.

To Samantha old memories from the ER came suddenly, crushing images of a man staked through the heart with a big stake. She revived the images but as Roger had taught her, no emotions whatsoever, just the reference to something similar in her past.

Eliah laid back in the couch with his shirt still open and Sam's hand over his chest.
"This is call Vampirism. I don't know all details about your kidnapping and the horrid events in that warehouse of nightmare. What I can tell is that vampires are as different from one to another, as regular mortal humans are to eachother.

There are vampires thousands of years old. I've only been aroun for a couple of hundreds, so I've no idea of how everything became to be. What matters is now, you and me and the decisions you're being confronted with." he said.

"At my age I've love and lost a thousand times, families and friends, few are still with me in immortality. Like my grandmother Adelaidah, she's over two hundred years old and yet she is alive, not a vampire. You can choose that, to become my servant in exchange for immortality and power beyond human reach, or you can join me in death, to lose everyone and everything, being cut off the world as you know it and be by my side forever." he paused and taking her hand he continued.

"You can also leave if that's what you want, it will be like we've never met at all and you can continue with your new life, a better life with the things I gave you and my blessing."

Eliah took her hand and said wth determined tone in his voice.
"Yet that occurs immortality will be always yours. We're not alone, you'll never been alone like I've never been after hundreds of years.

I can promise you eternal love, I'm certain when I say this, our bound will never break. We will alway be one to the other if you choose immortality.

If you can't swear your eternal love for me is better for you to leave now with my blessing. I promise you that when you go out that door, you won't even remember I exist, or any of this." he said with fear in his voice, regreat if that came to happend.

"Stay here my Queen and decide or leave and forget about me. Immortality as my servant but yet alive to rejoin with your family for as long as they last or as my wife forever." he stood up and left the couch.

As he was going to the door he said. "Tomorrow night I'll come back for your decision."

Eliah stopped at the door and turned around to say.
"Then you have decided for immortality. My Queen.

Now think, are you willing to give up your life for me? To be an outcast of the living and yet walk among them? I assure you, my offer isn't untainted of a curse. You'll be cursed by God himself but we can be equals, or save your soul for redemption and become my immortal servant.

Tomorrow my dear. I'll come for your answer." and dramaticly he closes the door.

The rest of the day was just like being locked in a cage. The hours felt like days and she learned to hate the sun as it seemed to never go down. At night time, exactly at 9pm the bell clock started to claim the hour with nine bells. The door opened again and Eliah arrived.
"Do you have a decision my Queen?"

Eliah smiled and let his fangs show to Samantha, she took a step back as he came to her menacingly. His gaze was predatorial, his fangs long as fingers and sharp as knives, resplandecente to the moon light coming from the window. It was truly the visage of death.

He took Samantha in his arms, one hand over her hips, another grabbing her hair with iron grip. Eliah continued walking dragging Samantha with her toes sliding over the wooden floor until both got to the desk where tens of books were piled as result of Samantha's investigation.

Samantha's hips were locked by against the desk and Eliah's hand swept all books away to the floor. While with the hand controlling her hair he threw Samantha over the desk, forcing her to lay over it. His predatorial gazed locks with her terrified eyes as he raises his other hand to his mouth to wound his veins open letting the blood flow from it into Samantha's mouth.

The taste was undescribable, it definitely tasted sweet and its texture was thick and viscid. As the blood was drifting inside her throat her senses went wild, light became overwhelming and sound of her own heart started to pound harder and harder until it was the only sound he could hear. The taste became overwhelming, filling her whole body with a sensation excruciating and ecstatic at the same time.

Instictly she grabbed his arm with both hand and took her mouth to lick and suck the open wound as she got addicted to vampire blood. Her lustful eyes and her smile hidding behind Eliah's arm expressed what her mouth could not.

Suddenly Eliah removed his hand from her mouth and turned Samantha over, laying over her flank as he rapidly nailed his fanges in her throat, reaching the carotid artery, his fangs penetrated Samantha's skin and her nervous system overcharged sending pleasure signals through her whole body . Her hands clutching, grabbing the desk his powerful grip, making thorns chip out and rip little pieces of the wooden block beneath her. Pronouncing a silent moan, she felt as her kicks and turns were sporadecly, weakning, her heart beats were slowing down, air more difficult to breath.

Her survival instinct took over too late, tunnel vision was the second sympton of the unavoidable death. Soon she won't be hearing or feeling anything as blackness engulfed her conciousness into oblivion.

* DEATH ONLY DEATH *