The One Whom Others Fear | Flash Fiction
With the fading sunlight and the cessation of birdsong there — finally — came a knock on my door. It was him, looking as deadly and aloof as always. I had had something prepared, something clever to say, but the words caught in my throat.
Seeing him should have sparked some instinctive fear, some desire to close my door or to remove myself from his path. Instead — immediate arousal; the warmth coursing through my body took me by surprise.
The darkness shrouding his face eased in that moment. Perhaps he was expecting rejection. I could feel my eyes growing round as I realized there were no words ready for him in my mind. My gaze slid down his body, certain to have scars and old wounds. All I could think about was how it would feel to press myself against him.
“I — ” I tried, and for the effort I only succeeded in pushing my thighs together in an attempt to get above the growing heat inside of me. It was embarrassing really, my lack of control.
A whisper of a smile ghosted across his lips and slowly — as though approaching a wild animal — he traversed the few steps up to my door. Our eyes locked as he came closer, his calloused hand found my face and cupped it gently. “Good evening, my sweet,” he murmured in a deep voice.
I managed to suppress the shiver that ran up my spine and replied in as steady a voice as I could manage, “Good evening.”
He chuckled as I leaned my cheek into his touch and added, “I haven’t entranced you have I?”
“No — no, I’m just being ridiculous.” His other hand found the other side of my face and in an instant his lips were on mine, my face cradled by his overwhelming touch.
His clean, woodsy smell and the taste of smoke on his tongue were in fact entrancing, and I didn’t bother trying to fight my pouting expressing when he finally broke the kiss and lay his forehead gently against mine.
“May I come in, my sweet?”
The question of the evening. One I had pre-decided I would say yes to, and yet I wasn’t expecting how deeply he effected me. This was a first for me, letting a known vampire into my home.
“I’m going to say yes,” I whispered, knowing he could hear me. “But I was wondering… would you be able to if I said no?”
“Mm,” he chuckled, “that would be rather rude of me.”
I looked up at him, still pouting, and he chuckled again catching my lip between his teeth. “Don’t pout,” he smirked. “It does things to me.”
“All the more reason to do it I think,” I murmured, pressing myself against him and wrapping my arms around his waist. “It’s unfair how much you can affect me. Just by standing there.”
“That’s all I had to do?” The smile he gave as he asked was positively delicious.
I shook my head, unwilling to answer. “Come in.”
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed my forehead then whispered in my ear, “You have nothing to fear from me. Remember that.”
My heart beat violently in my chest at that, and I resisted the urge to curse my body’s betrayal of the plan for the night. With a shaky breath, I pulled away from him, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the threshold of my house.
