Found in Paris

by Emmmmaaa

It had grown so much colder now, since the time I had left my hotel suite a few hours ago. It's funny how quickly darkness approaches when you are paying little attention to the time. Fascinated by Paris's allure and charm, which I had only read about in books, I had finally managed to scrape up enough money to come to this beautiful city.

On my last evening here, I had decided to venture out without the help of tour guides or my trusty translator book, which I had grown so attached to over the past week. I was so certain that Paris would be the place where I would finally find the "love of my life." I mean, this was the city of romance, wasn't it?

An entire week of touring the city- with all its splendor, museums, and lush country sides- only to still be alone, as always. Since I was a child, this city had called to me. What was I looking for? At the end of my trip I was still feeling that wild restlessness deep inside my soul, almost as if someone or something was calling to me, and yet there was no one.

Hours had gone by and darkness was now blanketing the city I so loved. Perhaps I thought that if I never returned to my suite tonight my time here would never end. So I continued to walk, following the internal voice that I heard. Exhausted, completely lost, and feeling a bit stupid for having gotten myself into this situation, I turned down a street that led to a dark tunnel. How could I have gotten myself into this plight?

Then, out of the cool evening mist, there he was- my salvation. He was dark in looks, and his hair was long and fell to his waist. I had a hard time seeing him clearly through the shadows that were bouncing off the rain-soaked tunnel walls, but I could not take my eyes off his. He was speaking to me, yet not moving his lips. "You're not lost," he said. "I have been waiting for you. All those years I have been calling to you, waiting for you to answer to me..."

As he stepped closer, I could feel my heart pounding wildly inside my body. The feeling of wanting to run, yet being unable to; caught in those smoldering, brown eyes that held me to him. I couldn't move or speak, and I was barely breathing- only enough to know that this was what I had been looking for for so many years.

He wasn't walking- he was gliding- moving closer and closer. His skin was very pale, making vivid the color of his full red lips that looked so soft.

I could hear myself talking- or trying to talk. "Who are you? What do you want? I...I..."

"Shhhhhhhhh," he replied. "Dont speak; no words are necessary. I am Armand, and I am the one who has been calling to you. Finally you have come. Ages I have waited for you...dreamed of you...beckoned to you...." My body began to shake with excitement, and my knees grew weak. In a single moment, Armand told me of his life as a vampire. I refused to believe it, but knew all too well it was the truth that he spoke to me. Of my heart I asked, "How could one love a vampire...surrounded by all that death? Not many can see the beauty that surrounds my Armand, who rids the city of unwanted criminals, and makes it safe for citizens to walk the streets without fear." At least that's what I would tell myself.

I was still standing frozen to the same spot in which I had stood for what seemed like hours, since he had first begun to approach me. There he was, moving slowly around me, whispering in my ear, "I want you, I've wanted you forever.... Take my hand; let me show you my city. No one will harm you; I won't allow it."

In one swift moment, I was locked in his arms which were so strong and powerful, yet so gentle. He was hungry...as was I...hungry to end the loneliness that he had felt for centuries. I felt safe and protected in his arms, surrounding me, capturing me.

He was so eager at first, kissing me so hard that we fell up against the tunnel wall. I collapsed completely in his arms, my body feeling as if I had no bones inside of me to hold me up. We had reached a level of ecstasy that I had only read about in gothic romantic novels...with just one kiss!

So much passion...so much heat! I could taste the inside of his mouth, and with my tongue I explored his sharp, razor-like fangs. I heard myself moan with the pleasure that only my Armand could give. When he was finished with me, he tossed back his head and laughed. He took my hand, and I haven't looked back since.

I was found in Paris...