The free choice [m]

[Luna Daniell]

Luna was slowly turning into a night person, it just seemed to become more natural for her to wake up late in the afternoon, and not going to bed before right before the sun came up. She appreciated the moon and the stars, she had spent several hours during the night just looking out into the area, usually reading or doing embroidery to spend the hours since she could not be with Demetri. Her entire body and mind craved his presence and touch, but she knew that she could not simply just show up and demand that to be with him. She would have to wait for his call.

Yesterday had been sunday night, and she had gone to the address Demetri had given her. She had gotten herself a new dress, trusting the owner completely in getting a dress that Demetri would hopefully appreciate. Usually she would never wear such a dress, but she would only wear it for Demetri. The vampire was beginning to mean more and more to her. So when she had gotten a little note telling her to go to the three broomsticks and to his room the same night. She would admit that she already looked forward to it, but as she dressed and got herself ready for the meeting, she quickly hid herself in a cloak. She could not risk being seen in a dress like this one, by anyone else but Demetri of course.

She came to the three broomsticks, and without a word to anyone she walked up the stairs and found the right door where she quickly knocked before she opened the door and stepped in, hoping that Demetri would not be angry at her for just walking in without being allowed - she could simply not wait any longer, knowing he had been just on the other side of the door had only pulled in her need to see him.

  

[Demetri Asimov]

Everything had been going smoothly, almost too smoothly for its own good. When Demetri tried to enthrall a woman decades ago, things went just as smoothly. It was only toward the end that things started to unravel. There were little signs that Demetri didn't notice or pick up on things like questions, and mundane seeming comments that at the time seemed trivial. It was only after the fact that the woman hung herself that Demetri noticed the signs, and that he had pushed her too far to the point where her mental state just collapsed.

After the failed experiment, Demetri tried again, only he learned from the mistakes the first time and fixed them. The result for the second time turned out better than the first and that woman is still alive today, even after a few decades where she should have died of natural causes. Demetri turned the woman into a vampire, hoping that she would be under his thrall for all eternity. Unfortunately that didn't turn out to be the case, and after a decade or two. They both went their different ways, and Demetri never saw this other woman again. In fact it had been so long since they saw each other that Demetri couldn't really remember her face or even her name.

Demetri wasn't going to do that with Luna, he wasn't going to push her to the point of mental collapse or to the point where she would want him to turn her. No, Demetri was going to try and find a balance between the two, and change Luna to the point she would be happy with her new found 'Freedom'. Luna was going to be his masterpiece, and once he had perfected her to his satisfaction. Demetri had designs on another woman, like the great artist throughout history. He wasn't going to stop with just one masterpiece.

When Luna entered his room without asking permission. Demetri was stood by the fire, with a drink grasped firmly in his right hand. The vampire’s attire was a plain and simple robe that was clearly designed to be indoor wear. At first he didn't look at Luna at all, he just kept his gaze on the flames in the fire while he sipped from his drink. It was only after a few minutes that Demetri finally turned around to offer Luna a slight smile. "Take off your cloak, and show me what you have for me underneath." There was no real respect within Demetri's tone of voice, and it was made clear that Luna's purpose here tonight was to do exactly what was asked of her. As he watched Luna de-cloak, he took another sip of his drink, and took a step closer toward her. All the while that subtle smile never left his lips, and his eyes remain firmly focused Luna's eyes.

  

[Luna Daniell]

Luna knew that it was not something she should ever had dreamed of doing, wearing a dress like this, meeting a man in the middle of the night who was not her husband, and then of course allowing him to feed on her blood as well as use her in the way he did - but it felt so wonderful and gave her a sense of freedom, a freedom she had never tasted before in her life. She could simply not let go of it, not when Demetri seemed to be so willing to help her gain the freedom.

She just looked at him, even though he had yet to look at her, admiring his handsome form and the way the fire only seemed to make him even more attractive. She just stood still - not wanting to break the magic that seemed to be keeping this picture in place for her. It had to be magical, because it was incredible to simply just see him as he was standing there, sipping from a glass. When he finally looked at her, she felt a small blush on her cheeks, and she even as she heard the order to take off her cloak, the blush stayed light on her cheeks. She slowly opened the strings that held the cloak together and allowed it to fall to the floor, without even trying to hold it up or protect her innocence. It had been gone for a long time, there was no point in trying to hold on to it, when Demetri had already seen everything on her body.

She looked at him as he stepped closer, she had a need to step closer as well, but she stayed where she was, waiting for a word from him, telling her to step towards him.

  

[Demetri Asimov]

The only time Demetri looked away from Luna's eye was to watch the cloak she worn fall to the floor, and pool around her feet. Demetri's eyes then slowly worked their way back up over Luna's form taking in the dress she had clad herself in under his orders. It was exactly what the vampire expected to be from a shop like the one he had sent Luna to. The shop in question was a burlesque shop, and catered to places of a certain nature. They sold dresses that not only flattered the womanly form, but dresses that would be thought of as outrageous, and even disrespectful in polite company.

Demetri knew that Luna would never wear such dresses, if she was in her right mind. She wasn't in her right mind, however, and this whole exercise was a test to see just how far gone Luna had become. It was a test that Luna had passed with flying colours, evident by the dress she now displayed right in front of his ancient eyes. There was more flesh on show than with any other normal dress, especially in the chest area. In fact Luna's bosom was accented in an eye catching way, and was encased in a velvet red corset. The corset caressed down over Luna's curves, and hugged her figure so tight Demetri could see every line and dump.

Underneath the corset was a red skirt that was open in the front, and showed off Luna's legs in velvety red stockings. The entire outfit was that of a whore, or a woman that danced for money. It was beautiful yet shameful, and disrespectful all at the same time. Demetri knew that Luna wouldn't feel ashamed or disrespected even, because she was dressed like this to please Demetri, and that was all that should matter to her. It wasn't about her feelings or delights anymore. She was here to serve Demetri in any way he asked of her that was it. There should be no other purpose in her life but to do as Demetri asks of her, her husband, her family, and even her motherly duties. All of them should now be nothing more than faded memories in the back of Luna's mind.

After he had taken in Luna's entire body in her dress, he looked back into her gaze, much deeper than earlier. He then finished off the rest of his drink, and held out the empty class toward Luna. "Refill my drink, and then bring it to me by the fire. I then want you to kneel in front of me, and display yourself in a way that accents your bosom." With that Demetri walked back over to the fire, and sat in a small armchair just off to the right of the fireplace. He then watched as Luna carried out his orders, his ancient and dominant eyes following her every move and step.

  

[Luna Daniell]

Luna had never really considered wearing a dress like this - and as such she had felt very self-aware when she had gone into the shop to buy the dress. But she had still gone through with it, because she wanted to please Demetri. She would do anything for Demetri, and as such she had allowed the owner of the shop to help her to get the right dress. It was looking so different than any of her other dresses. The color for once, most of her dresses were in a light color that would look beautiful on the most females, but a strong bright red like this one was something she tried to avoid. But also the shape and cut of the dress, the clear way it was bringing focus to her chest and her feminine shapes. She still felt aware of herself and the way the dress showed her body, but she did not do anything in attempt to make it hide her even more.

She just stood still as Demetri seemed to measure her in the dress, except that she moved her hands to remove the pins that held up her hair, so it could fall down and frame her face, in a hope that it would give her a more seductive look, but she was not sure if it was something he would appreciate - it was just a chance she had to take. If he commented on it, then she would have to pin up her hair again, but it was something she was more than willing to do for him. Her husband, and her son - they both seemed like they were memories of someone else. One thing was sure, it did not belong to her as she was standing there, wearing a dress purely for the pleasure of her freedom-guide.

She carefully took the glass when he held it out to her, she just nodded at his order, and quietly walked to the small table that held the bottle of what he had been drinking. The skirt was flowing a bit more than the ones she would usually wear, and as such her legs were clearly being showed while she walked, but she just continued to walk. After pouring the glass, she walked towards Demetri and held the glass out for him to take, before she sat down on her knees, hoping that the way she sat, front directly toward him, and her hair down around her shoulders, would be acceptable to Demetri's order of displaying herself so she accented her bosom.

  

[Demetri Asimov]

The unpinned haired did not go unnoticed by Demetri, and he in fact appreciated the extra mile Luna had gone to please him. It was clear to Demetri now that there wasn't much more he needed to do with Luna, she had gotten to the point of no return from what he could tell. She had already proven that she was willing to give her body to Demetri's advances, and not just the sexual ones either. Luna had been more than willing to let Demetri feed from her. Luna had also proven that she was willing to essentially dress herself up like a whore all because he had asked it of her.

Yes, Luna seemed to be the fully broken slave Demetri had been working toward. But like with any masterpiece, however, Demetri was sure he would have to maintain a few things, and stay in touch with Luna on a regular bases. The last thing Demetri wanted was to have all his hard work fall to pieces all because it had been too long since they talked or so long without seeing one another that Luna decided to go somewhere else to find what she desired the most.

Other than simply maintaining the bond that had formed between them, Demetri was going to now change her tastes to suit his own. He had broken her mind and will, and so now he was going to change a few things about Luna that he didn't like. For one thing her insecurities. Luna had always been so shy and bashful when it came to her appearance, one of the reasons why he ordered her to dress this way tonight. Demetri hoped that the more she wore such outfits and the more she displayed herself for his enjoyment, her insecurities would fade away, and she would be surer of herself and her body. Not so sure that Luna would become more independent, and start to rebel against his authority. But sure enough within herself to do more things that would please her so called freedom guide.

When Luna came over with his now refilled drink. Demetri reached out, and took it from her grasp, slowly. He then ran his gaze down her form, paying special attention to her legs. As he took a sip from his fresh drink, Demetri watched Luna take her place at his feet, and sit in a way that accented her ample bosom. The way the flame from the fired danced over Luna's curves was erotic, and alluring. It had been sometime since Demetri had seen a more beautiful sight, and that was saying something. After he had taken a long silent moment of just starring at his new prize. Demetri placed his drink on a nearby side table, and then ran a finger down over Luna's cheek and neck, while he gazed into her eyes longingly and deeply. "You look so beautiful, Luna. I always knew this woman was inside of you. Your husband is a fool for ignoring such a lovely and sensual creature such as yourself. This is still only a fraction of your potential. But soon, I will help you realize even more Luna, and you will rise out of the ashes of your life as a beautiful phoenix."

Demetri's voice as he talked was deep, husky and very sensual. As if his words were made out of silk itself. All the while he kept eye contact with Luna, while his fingers danced along her displayed flesh, and then down between her presented bosom. "All you must do to obtain that goal is to continue to do as I tell you, without hesitation or fear. Embrace this new side of yourself Luna, and enjoy the sensations that came with such an embrace." By the time he had finished talking. Demetri's fingers were well on their way under her corset to caress the naked flesh that lay beneath.

  

[Luna Daniell]

Luna just was slightly happy that Demetri did not seem to be angry about her loose hair, but he did not mention it in a good way either. She decided not to do anything about it right now, because hopefully that would mean that it was acceptable without being required. She were not going to put it up again, it took a while to do so it would look well - and since he was not angry about it, then she could not really see any reason why she should do it.

She shivered slightly when she felt his fingers lightly brush against her wrist when he took the glass from her, before she sat down and looked up at him. Her eyes were filled with warm joy and happiness - she wanted to make him happy so he would continue to help her reach her freedom. She was so happy that Demetri was willing to help her reach a state where she could feel free and would be able to enjoy her own life without getting into trouble with the society or her husband. Not to add that she felt safe with Demetri - even when he was feeding of her, she never felt like she had to worry about him drinking so much that she would die from it.

"I wonder how you could see that - how you could have so much faith in me." she whispered softly, but she was happy that he had not given up. She felt a need to learn more, to get closer to her own freedom, and if she had to pay the price of listening to Demetri, as well as trust him and have faith in him while she was learning - then she found it a small price to pay. She sighed slightly when she allowed herself to drown in his voice. It was always so smooth and caressing, like it was non-burning mouths of flames, dancing around her and making her feel comfortable and safe.

She just nodded slightly when he finished, slightly aware of his fingers, but she was not bothered by them, or felt ashamed. She would gladly give herself to him again, as long as she got the guidence she needed. And his eyes held her captured as well as his voice. While she would love to close her eyes and just feel the sensation of being lulled by his voice and touched by him, but she could not make herself stop looking into his eyes

  

[Demetri Asimov]

The words that Luna spoke showed Demetri that there was still doubt within side herself. There was still a small part of Luna that didn't think she was capable of being a woman, capable of being free, at least, think she could be free. Demetri saw this doubt the first time he met her, only back then it was ten times stronger and more evident within her eyes. Luna seemed to doubt her life, doubt her chooses she had made thus far, and that doubt had grown to a point where it affected her self confidence and even sexuality. She no longer thought of herself as a woman, she just thought of herself as a mother and a wife to a husband that affectionately abused her by ignoring her.

Demetri saw all of this in Luna because he had seen it so many times in the past hundred or so years. He had encountered so many women of the decades that had married a man they didn't love or had fallen out of love with. All of them needed an escape, needed a way out of their lives, and they needed a way to turn themselves back into women. Demetri made it so that he was that way, granted, he enslaved them and used them. But he made it seem as if he was giving them everything they wanted, and transforming them back into free and powerful woman.

In the end, however, Demetri was just turning them into slaves, and cattle that would jump at his every whim, his every command. Was it morally wrong? Yes to other humans perhaps. As far as Demetri was concerned, he was doing something right and true. He was giving these women what no other man could, if he got what he wanted out of them in return. That was only fair right? Prostitutes got paid for their work. Why shouldn't Demetri get payment in return for giving these women a more exciting and sexual life? That payment was their enslavement to him. This was how Demetri justified his actions, because in the early days he doubted himself, much like Luna does now. But he threw away his conscience long ago, after the fourth or fifth time he had tried this very thing with a woman. Sure, Demetri had made mistakes in the past, now however he had perfected his art, and created something beautiful with Luna and no one was going to tell him or convince him otherwise.

After Luna's doubtful words. Silence fell over the room once more, and Demetri just stared down into her eyes, while he drank his drink. The vampires fingers also continued to caress and stroke a long her bosom, every now and then slipping between them to caress the sensitive area in the middle of her heavenly orbs. When it seemed like nothing more was going to be said for the evening. Demetri placed his drink on the side table, and looked back down into Luna's gaze. "Doubt leads to fear, doubt leads to destroyed self confidence, and doubt leads down a path we will not follow nor find. You don't need to know or wonder why I see what I see in you Luna. All you need to know is that I see it in you, and in order to see it for yourself you must follow my instructions no matter what they might be." Demetri paused for a moment at that point, and allowed his words to sink in, and caress his fingers up along her cheek. He then continued with his trail of thought, never breaking eye contact with Luna's eyes.

"In time you will come to see what I see, you will come to feel it within side yourself. You will no longer be the Luna you have lived with for all these years. You will become a better Luna, a free Luna, one who will embrace every aspect of herself, and live by rules outside of human society. You have already begun to live by rules no other woman lives by, you have already begun to ignore what society expects of you, and you have already begun to give in and embrace your desire. With my help, Luna, you will remain strong and see this through until its conclusion, whatever that might be." At the start of his speech. Demetri's words were strong and said with confidence. But, as he got toward the end, his voice took on a husky tone, a deep yet gentle whisper that would reach out and touch parts of Luna's mind that normally wouldn't be touched with normal tones. It was just another mind trick Demetri had within his bag of tricks to deal with doubt and fear.

  

[Luna Daniell]

Luna just looked at Demetri without a word. She was not going to discuss with him, because he was right. Of course he was right - he could not be wrong. She just kept looking up at him and breathed deeply to enjoy the smell of him, as well as letting her bosom be as clear as possible in her current way of sitting. She just closed her eyes and allowed his touch, words and voice fill her completely.

When she was sitting like this, she could actually close of the rest of the world, her life as a mother and a wife, the society. None of it existed when she was sitting here with Demetri, letting him tell her what she should do as well what she should wear. It just seemed so - natural and like it was what how she was meant to be when they were here. She wished they could stay here forever, but for now she was not going to even think about the future. She was happy right now, and she would do anything to make Demetri happy or proud of her, hopefully both.

"I will try, Demetri." she said while she opened her eyes slowly and looked into his eyes. "You are truly a great man, helping me so much with no real payment." she added slowly. She felt like she owed Demetri more than she could imagine, which meant that it was probably more than she could get for him.

  

[Demetri Asimov]

Demetri smiled to himself, subtly, upon hearing Luna's words. He then took a sip out of his drink, and turned his gaze upon the fire for a moment. It was made clear to the vampire that the last of Luna's doubt had been destroyed. That didn't mean to say however that it was gone for good. Doubt was like an illness that could manifest itself at anytime. Even when it was supposedly cured, doubt could spread through the cracks, and destroy everything that Demetri had worked so hard to create. Luna truly was his masterpiece, perhaps even the one that would take his side for all eternity?

Before any of that could happen however. Demetri had to be one hundred percent sure. He had made a mistake in the past. Demetri turned another before they were ready, and it turned ugly very quickly. That person still walked the earth today, and even though Demetri dealt with his guilt and remorse a long time ago. He still caught himself thinking about the girl he turned, and what kind of monster she had been turned into because of his doing. It was also the reason why Demetri was making Luna jump through so many hops. He wanted to be sure that her mind was truly broken, and that her last spark of humanity was truly gone. It just made things much simpler and easier in every aspect.

After Demetri had a moment to compose himself and his thoughts. He looked back into Luna's gaze, and emptied the glass of its content. "Payment is not the reason why I am helping you Luna. If payment was what I sought out of you then, trust me, I would have taken it already. No, I am helping you because...because you asked for help. You begged for something different to happen. You urged for change, called out for it even, and I answered that call. Now, here you sit, on the verge of change. On the verge of turning into something spectacular." Demetri's words were slightly different from everything else he had said thus far. There was no mental trickery, no hidden tones, and no such things that were used as part of his game. These words were Demetri's own, and were spoken from the heart.

With his eyes still upon Luna's gaze. Demetri held out his empty glass toward her, and nodded his head toward the bar and then the bed behind them. "Enough talk now, Luna. I grow tired of your mind, and now desire your body. Place my glass back on the bar, and then strip completely out of your clothes. Then lie on the bed, and open yourself up to me fully." The heartfelt Demetri was replaced with one that was soulless and hungry, hungry for carnal delights of the flesh, and hungry for the very life force that flowed through Luna's veins.

  

[Luna Daniell]

She just sat there with a gentle smile on her lips, trying to her very best to relax while she was being so completely focused on Demetri and his beauty. His first words, talking about the payment, she could not help but notice the way his words and voice changed from the way she was used to. She was not entirely sure if she had actually been calling for change, but she allowed Demetri to tell her what he believed to be the truth. Because, she could not find any arguments that was even close to something that would make sense.

She thought about it, leaving her empty for a few minutes, before Demetri continued with his talk. She did not minded when he suddenly decided that he did no longer wanted to listen to her thoughts, but instead wanted her. She carefully took the glass from his hand and stood before she went to place the glass on the bar as he wanted of her. Once she was standing there, she quickly began to take off her dress, without looking over to at Demetri. Her hair was slightly hanging in front of her eyes.

She quickly climbed down on the bed and lie there, without a worry in her head - she was here for Demetri, and he was allowed to use her body.

*fade to black*

Afterward, Luna was just a bit tired, but she did not complain. It was wonderful to be with Demetri, especially because her husband did not even notice her even more.

  

[Demetri Asimov]

The past few hours had been a whirlwind of pleasure and blood for Demetri. While he took advantage of Luna's body, he decided to take the chance to drink from her at the same time. He didn't use his fangs; he had no intention of killing or turning Luna, at least not for a long while yet anyways. No, he used the sharp edge of his thumb, and cut a deep line into the side of her neck, while he thrust his lower body into her womanhood. When he began to drink back Luna's essence. Demetri's gestures became much more rugged, and intense. As if the blood was fuelling Demetri's need for sexual satisfaction.

In some kind of twisted and warped sense it was doing exactly that. The more he partook of Luna's blood, the more he wanted to satisfy her, and the more he wanted to own her body like some kind of plaything. All of this was Demetri's way of marking what was rightfully his on a subconscious level. Every action, every gesture was designed to tell Luna's mind that he was her own, he was the one in full control of everything and Luna had no say either way. Luna's right to choose and to give in to her own desires now belonged to Demetri, and it would remain that way no matter what might happen.

After his sexual desire was satisfied. Demetri moved to the other side of the body, and took a moment to compose himself and regain some of his expended strength. He then rolled onto his side, and caressed a hand up and down Luna's side in a tender and loving motion. It was Demetri's way of telling Luna that everything was safe and normal; at least, what should be considered normal in Luna's world from now on. It was also his way of bathing in the afterglow of their rather harsh and intense sexual session.

Demetri felt strong and empowered, while at the same time feeling expended. It was a euphoric feeling, one that Demetri had enjoyed many times before in the past with a great number of women. This feeling was slightly different than all the others because it was shared with a woman that was much more than cattle or food. It was more intense and more real than all the rest. Because it was with Luna. The very woman that would one day take her place by his side as his ever faithful and loyal companion. The perfect slave in every sense of the word, and Demetri's masterpiece for all time.

With a soft gasp, Demetri pressed his body into Luna's more, and pulled her into a warm and gently embrace from behind. He then kissed his way down her wounded neck, while his hands caressed and stroked the rest of her body. "I could spend the rest of eternity here with you, Luna. Unfortunately, our time together this time grows short, and we must return to our mundane lives until our next encounter." While he whispered into Luna's ear. He stroked a few loose strands behind her ear, and kissed her cheek while his arm embraced her bosom.

  

[Luna Daniell]

Luna allowed Demetri to do everything he wanted to do with her body while he enjoyed her. She did not even considered trying to stop him from taking her blood or have her body. She was his, and there was no discussion about it. She actually really enjoyed being with him, he had always managed to make it all very wonderful. She never thought of it as something bad, but if she thought about it when she was not near Demetri, she would have felt embarrassed about what they did.

When he afterward lay with her, and slowly caressed her, she felt happy and like it did not matter. She sighed and felt happy. She did not even worry about the cut on her neck, it would not be seen in her dresses, maybe in the dress she wore today, but it would hopefully be hidden by the robe. "I am still far too tired to move, my dear." she mumbled softly and felt her body slowly relax completely into the warmth of Demetri, and his touch. He is always so sweet to me. If only I could be with him some more. she thought with a smile. "My husband is at the club, I think I am safe for now." she said in a small hope that Demetri would not kick her out. But his voice, whispering in her ear, made her consider going home. If she did not go home, and began to miss Demetri, then she could not look forward to the next time they would meet. She giggled slightly when he moved her hair and kissed her on the cheek. She could not help but blush slightly.

She could not help but slowly and lazily search around for her clothes. Why did she have to move out of Demetri's caring hold.

  

[Demetri Asimov]

Demetri had to admit that he was rather tired himself. Unlike their last few encounters, this time was more primal, more savage and much more passionate. The ancient vampire was no longer afraid to unleash his full strength upon Luna's body. He was no longer afraid to hide his true nature, and he bare himself fully to Luna's gaze, and she did not fear him or hide from him. In fact she did exactly what Demetri hoped she would do, she embraced him even more.

So much had happened in a few months, in fact, Demetri was impressed with how quick Luna started to learn her place within this relationship. He was also impressed at the fact that she accepted her new found purpose in life, even if that purpose was an illusion, designed by Demetri to ensnare her senses and thoughts. Demetri thought that Luna would have put up much more of a fight, she would have resisted just a little more. But, things had moved faster than even he hoped, and the end goal was now only a few weeks away, rather than a few months. Demetri wanted to make sure first that Luna's life was about him, and nothing else. He wanted to make sure that Luna fully knew and understand her place in life, as his slave in every aspect.

Once he knew that every last bit of mental programming he used on Luna had taken firm root within her mind. Demetri would then offer Luna the gift of immortally. He would turn her into a vampire underling, and forever had a willing companion that would never leave him, never disappoint him. Granted, Demetri would lose a blood bag, and gain another mouth to feed. But, walking blood bags were easy to come across, a fully submissive and loving companion was not. Besides, Demetri has put in too much work upon Luna to see the hands of time steal her away from him. Demetri wanted to perverse his masterpiece, not see it destroyed by age.

When Luna informed Demetri that her husband would be away, and as she started to lazily search for her clothes. Demetri checked the time again, and decided that he could spear an hour or so more, before first sunlight. "Well then, if you don't have to go so soon. I think I'll keep you here with me for a little while longer." While he talked. Demetri threw the covers off their bodies, and once Luna's bare form was on full display again for his enjoyment. He caressed a hand down between her chest, and along her stomach. Before he then started to stroke soft circles around her belly button. "Your beauty has been taken for granted for far too long, Luna. Tell me. Why did you marry such an ungrateful man?" Demetri suspected he knew the answer to his question. But, he wanted to hear it directly from Luna's sweet lips.

  

[Luna Daniell]

Luna could not help but feel happy when Demetri did not kick her out right away. She felt like he was the only one these days who actually cared about her, the only one who looked at her with care and awe, like he saw her and not just another boring and un-noteworthy upper-class wife. Why was it that the attention she longed for, wished, hoped, needed from her husband, she could only gain from this man, this handsome man? She did not care that he was not exactly living, or that he was feeding from her. If she could give him that, then she would do it. She liked feeling free and like she was being appreciated.

When he said that he was going to let her stay for a while, with her, she smiled and gently kissed him. "Thank you." she said, but she shivered a little by the rather sudden revealing of her naked body. She considered shortly to hide her body with her hands, but the gentle touch of his hand on her skin made her relax instantly and feel calm. She just knew that no one would find them, he would not let anyone find them in this situation.

When he asked about her husband, she looked away a bit shy. She hated thinking about him when Demetri was near - and Demetri himself had asked her to stop thinking about him. "When I met him, things were different. It was my coming out ball, and I fell in love instantly. We began courting and a year and a half after, he proposed, on my twentieth birthday. We married in the spring, and I had my son in december, before my birthday. It has been four years now, and he has not come to my bed since, or cared for me - not even a kind word." she said with a sigh. Her past, it was such a bad story that it was not even worth telling.

  

[Demetri Asimov]

When Luna kissed him. Demetri returned the kiss with a gently and content sigh. He was happy that he could make her happy, and for a brief moment. He forgot what he was doing to this woman. It wasn't about control or dominance anymore. It wasn't about feeding or using her body to satisfy his wanton desires and fantasies. He was the man, and she was the woman nothing more. Everything else seemed to fade from Demetri's mind, and he felt more connected with Luna than he had done ever before. The only other person who made him feel this way was Lyra.

The one who still held his love and his true affection. The love he showed toward Luna, any other time, was to help ensnare her senses and her mind to his will. But now it was as if Demetri was with Lyra, right in and now in this very pure moment. The very idea caused Demetri to touch Luna in a way that he had never touched her before. The vampire’s gestures and movements were so soft, so gentle and tender. He knew that Luna wasn't Lyra, she would never be held in such high standard within Demetri's heart. But he could at least picture her as Lyra for a short time.

As Luna answered his question, and talked about her past and her husband. Demetri's dream of being with Lyra faded from his mind, and he was back to treating Luna as he had done thus far.

"He is a fool, Luna. You are far better than the way he treats you, and you deserve so much more out of life. Your husband and your son are your past. I am your future, I am you pass to freedom and liberation. I will never take you for granted nor leave your bed for too long." With his husked words spoken so deeply yet delicately. Demetri leaned into Luna's body even more, and placed soft kisses along her neck. Along the very place a few moments earlier he was sucking her very life force out of.