Petrus came to me long ago, on a night when I'd lost all hope at the age of sixteen. Little did I know, he'd been with me long before that, watching and guiding me, if you will. He was, is somewhat of an angel, a dark guardian angel. My dark, angel, and a vampire.
Since my teenage years, I see him often in my dreams. Many times when paying close attention during daylight hours I can almost hear his voice, but it is a very faint whisper. Sometimes, I feel him in the wind, caressing my skin. For years during the night, he's invaded my dreams, helping himself to my body and blood.
Every morning I awake, I always know he visited me. Each morning disappointment shrouds my soul like a black veil because just as I awake, he deserts me. I should loathe him, but alas I cannot. There is a reason why he never confronts me in his physical form.
Tonight I'm restless. My stomach churns in anticipation of what's to come. At last, I know we will soon meet, flesh to flesh, not just in my dreams. Something deep inside told me I was ready to receive him on this night; mind, body, and soul. There would be nothing stopping him laying claim to me.
Intense emotions plow through me like a windstorm, because I can't explain why one minute I feel fear, and the next, happiness. Have I suddenly lost my mind after all these years? Now at the age of thirty, I'm experiencing the long lost emotions I thought were lost when I was sixteen.
A chill hovers over me, penetrating my soul, forcing me to shiver. Finally, I realize Petrus will arrive to free me from all earthly ties. After all, who would miss me? No one in the family will ever mourn my absence, so I have nothing to lose once he severs the chains that bind.
Something; perhaps it was he who had lured me onto the balcony of my bedroom. It was a warm summer night, the moon was full, sitting high in the sky while casting its beloved rays across my face. I swear I thought something was moving about, among the trees. Squinting, I search the foliage below, desperately seeking my dark lover from my dreams. At last we shall meet in the flesh!
Leaning against the balcony, my eyes close and I envision my dream lover with the long black hair. Intense green eyes glare back at me; seemingly into my soul, causing my heart to throb, as well as my cunt. In my head I hear him whisper in that deep dark voice, "Tonight, I shall make you whole once again, and we will leave this place."
He smiles. Or was it an evil grin? Whatever it was caused excitement and desire to bubble from deep within. I've waited for this for so long, way before my tender teenaged years. This feeling; this change, I've longed for since the beginning of time.
In addition to rejoicing, an underlying hint of fear presents itself. I'm sure tonight will certainly be my last. Am I ready for this?
Breathing escapes me when the dark shadow caught my attention again, moving with such grace; appearing to glide through the thick thatch of trees behind my house. Halting, the shadow's gaze falls upon my face, almost boring into my soul, tugging at my heart with unmerciful fate.
As a another chill sweeps through my body, my grip tightens on the black railing while invisible hands caress my cheek, tearing forth a wounded sounding moan from my lips.
"Petrus."
His name falls from my lips naturally. He's smiling. I can feel it. Glancing back down into the yard, I realized the shadow was nowhere to be found. Gently, invisible hands are cradling my jaw line, as though I were some fragile creature. Fingers linger at my neck, carefully resting on my pulse point. A gruff sigh sounds near my ear, and hot breath falls upon my neck. A dark distant laughter erupts into the night as my nipples swell painfully against the silk of my gown.
Before I release a breath, Petrus is behind me, pressing his needy bulge above the small of my back. The man is well over six feet six tall, and very muscular. Built he is, and solid as a rock. A moan falls upon the warm gentle wind as his large hands palms my generous aching breasts. Body shaking, he makes me pant, like a bitch in heat as his finger traces the line of my lips.
