untitled by Kytin
Preface
Maleana had grown up in the French Quarter of New Orleans. Her mother was
a dancer in one of the seedier clubs and her father was the barkeep for
that club. Maleana never got a last name, the nurse at the hospital where
she was born was told not to put one on Maleana's birth certificate because
she was going to be given up for adoption. Mum wouldn't give her baby up
after the certificate had become official. So for much of her life she
was simply known as Maleana Breeze.
When she was young Mum and Dad fought a lot, so when both of them were
at work she would slip away to her graveyard. It was peaceful there, no
one yelled, no one fought, just silence. The stones and crypts were very
ornate. For this the kids in the neighborhood would call her "Maleana of
the Darkness" or "Dark One." These names stuck in her head for many years.
When she went to school, she was only interested in the computers; she
excelled at anything that had anything to do with computers. When she was
twelve she built her very own with spare parts given to her by the school
or neighbors. It wasn't very fast, but it worked.
Maleana had many friends when she was young, but once they saw the witches
mark on her thigh when she went swimming, they scorned her. She didn't
go swimming again until she was twenty.
Her father left when she was nine. He had said that he couldn't live with
having a witch for a daughter. He was found dead in a robbery shooting
two days after leaving in a town twenty miles away. Maleana knew it was
her doing. She had used the man robbing the store across the street from
where her father was standing to shoot him twice in the heart. She left
the mind of the shooter just before police returned fire on the robber.
She would never forget what she had done. When her mother found out about
the shooting she blamed Maleana. She had said many mean things. "If it
wasn't for that damned mark on your leg, he would never have left. If it
wasn't for your being a witch I would still have my lover."
Maleana never went back to that house. She went to a foster home in the
Garden District until she was eighteen. She never wore dirty clothes again,
she never looked back, and she never used her powers against anyone again.
Chapter One
Long dark hair, stunning blue-grey eyes with a hint of gold near the pupils,
smooth, soft, pale skin, he is every vampire's dream. An immortal dragon
soul with vampiric tendencies in human form.
Darcnes wanted this male. The only dragon souled mate she would ever accept.
Dru'Akara. She shivered as she said his name. So powerful. Her body was
lithe and young, and her dragon soul was barely older than his. And tonight
at the Vampire's Halloween Ball that the company threw every year, she
would introduce herself into his life again. His name this life was Mykhale
“Dru” Philips.
Preparing for the ball tonight would be different than every year before.
She reached far into her closet and pulled out her favorite black dress.
Cut low in the bust and shear to the corset, blissfully tight but comfortably
flowing. Her slippers would barely show. She laid the dress on the bed
along with her black slipper sandals that tied up her calves. She went
into her adjoining bathroom and stood in front of her mirrors.
Her alabaster skin shown in the artificial lights. In the floor length
mirrors she inspected every inch of her skin. She was physically fit but
not athletic, and her skin was almost perfect, except for the mark. Her
witch's mark was one that she hated. All her friends that had seen it thought
it was a tattoo of a pentacle, but she knew different. She was born with
a pentacle shaped black mark on her inner thigh. The mark had caused her
much pain in childhood and adolescence. Her mother scorned her and her
father left. All because of the little black mark. She turned from the
image and got into the shower. Dru'Akara. She had thought of him more and
more in the last few months. Her love. Just thinking about him was making
her excited, but she couldn't do that anymore. She had promised herself
that she wouldn't masturbate again until he did it for her at least once.
She wanted to touch his flesh more than anything she could remember wanting
to do. She stopped herself as she felt her hand on her thigh sliding toward
the dark curls of her center. She concentrated hard on washing with her
best soaps, and enjoying the hot water streaming over her body. Stepping
out of her shower, she put on her black and silver silk robe and dried
her hair. Shining black hair that dangled to her waist. She would leave
it down tonight, unlike her usual bun.
Stepping back into the bedroom she put on her dress and sandals, leaving
everything that was to be underneath in the drawer. She walked over to
the vanity and put on her small sapphire necklace, and a dab of her favorite
perfume, Lost. Less was what she wanted tonight. She brushed out her hair
and put her cell in her handbag. Checking to make sure she had her keys
she locked the door and left.
In the garage of her building she got in her Midnight Blue '68 Chevy Chevelle,
and started off for the Ball. Dru had to be there already so she could
make an entrance. Shortly she arrived at the hotel that had been bought
out for the night. All who arrived were to stay overnight so that there
would be no accidents. Her room was next to his and they had an adjoining
bathroom. Nothing could be more perfect. The doorman greeted her and asked
her name. "Maleana Breeze Darcnes, Darc for short."
"Here you are, Ms. Darc, room 127. If you have any troubles finding your
room and one of the staff, Mr. Philips has been shown his room, 128, right
next to yours. Here is your key ma'am."
"Thank you," she said, thinking on how she was going to accomplish being
in Dru's bed by morning. 'Maybe I could be in the bath when he goes to
take his...' She would think about that more later.
Upon her entrance to the Ballroom, she saw him from across the room. He
was looking directly into her vivid blue eyes. He wore an exquisitely tailored
tuxedo, and his hair was tied back with a black satin ribbon.
He knew she would be there tonight, they said she always went and she always
arrived at exactly 8:15. He laid out the tux he had worn to his best friend's
wedding, elegant black with a crimson lined cape and vest, blood red cufflinks
and neck stud, gothic perfection. He showered quickly so as to arrive by
eight. He was careful dressing, so that nothing was out of place. He sprayed
on his favorite cologne, one which many women liked as well, Sexual. He
hoped that tonight it would catch Darc's fancy.
Putting his keys, wallet, and money clip in his pockets, he locked the
door and left his new apartment. In the parking garage he slipped into
his black Porsche Boxster. Running through the gears relaxed him greatly.
Shortly he arrived at the hotel.
When he was given his room number he noticed that her room was next to
his with an adjoining bathroom. He asked to be shown to his room so that
he would be able to find it on his own after the ball. He returned to the
ballroom shortly, at around eight thirteen, just before she arrived.
He checked his watch again, and when he looked up she was in the doorway
seeking out his gaze. Maleana's eyes were a vivid blue with sparks of green,
while his were a mute blue, almost grey, with flecks of gold near the pupil.
She could feel him seeking out her gaze. When their eyes met she swayed
into the room. When she was sure that she had his full attention, she turned
and stopped near the champagne fountain. She could feel him moving closer.
When she thought him close enough she turned around suddenly, nearly colliding
with his beautiful hard chest.
"Ms. Darcnes, how do you fair this fine eve?"
"Mr. Philips, I fair rather well. How do you fair?"
"Well to tell the truth I would fair better if I were dancing with the
most stunning damsel in this room."
"Well you seem to be shy this eve... would you describe this fair maiden
and I shall help you seek her out."
"She is your height, blue green eyes, gleaming black hair down to her waist,
she is also wearing the most stunning black dress."
"I am afraid I cannot help you then, for I know of no such person here
tonight, Mr. Phi..."
"Call me Dru, all my friends do."
"Okay, Dru, I cannot help. And call me Darcnes, just plain Darcnes, or
Darc if you like."
"Oh but you can Darc. You see I wish very much to dance with you."
"So beautifully spoken but I cannot for I promised so many dances beforehand."
"Will you promise one more before the night is gone?"
"That I will." Darcnes wondered off into the crowd finding some guys that
would dance, since she had just told Dru what would keep him watching her.
He saw through the lie immediately, however he said nothing. She was up
to something and he was willing to play along, for now.
Chapter Two
Maleana danced with anyone who would, until her feet began to hurt from
the effort. She finally relented and danced with Dru, the final dance of
the evening. He spun her around the dance floor in a stunningly seductive
waltz. She smiled and tittered through the whole thing.
“What is it you find so amusing Darcnes? I hope it is not my dancing,
I spent hours on end in lessons for these dances.”
“No it isn’t your dancing; it’s the fact that you let me avoid dancing
with you all night long. I just wanted to see if you would chase the dance
you asked for or if you would give up, but apparently patience is one of
your virtues. I admire that. It was almost as if you were studding me all
night long, as a predator studies its prey.”
“Well this dance is a treat for me so in a way I was a predator studding
my prey.”
“Goodness, it is nearly three in the morning! Would you be so kind as
to escort me to my room?”
“It would be my pleasure to ensure the safety of such a beautiful creature.
What is your room number?”
“127. And I thank you for such a compliment.”
“It was not a compliment, just simple truth. I believe our rooms are
next to each other. And if I am not mistaken we share a bathroom. If you
would like I shall let you have first use tonight, I warn you however I
probably will not get up until around noon tomorrow since I have the opportunity
to sleep in. I rarely get such a luxury anymore.”
“That is very kind of you. I probably will not get up until around noon
tomorrow either, we could have breakfast together on the terrace.”
“I would enjoy that very much. Shall we go?”
Dru led Maleana to their rooms and when she was behind her door and he
heard the lock click he entered his room. He heard her get into the shower
and longed to join her. He was getting hard just thinking of it. Her beautiful
nude body drenched in the wonderful water.
Maleana heard Dru go to his room after she locked her door. She had resisted
the urge to ask him into her room very well. A cold shower is what she
needed now. Slipping out of her sandals and jewelry, she stepped into the
bathroom and looked at the door to his suite. Making sure there were towels
and a robe for her she walked back into her bedroom to remove her dress.
While she was next to the bed she checked her phone for any messages she
may have gotten. Having none, she returned to the bathroom and started
her shower. Thinking of Dru as she lathered her loofa, she started to envision
the things that she would love to do with and to him when the time came.
Scrubbing her body clean of the day’s filth, she fantasized of nights
under the stars, mornings in the water, and afternoons in bed. While she
washed her lustrous hair she thought of how to claim him as hers.
Dru waited as long as he could and knocked on the bathroom door. When there
was no response he simply walked in, unknowing that Maleana could not hear
him knocking. As he walked through the door he noticed her robe on the
floor and the water was still running.
On Thursday, July 10, 2003, cre
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