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Discovered Passions
Will Chelsea embrace her missing discovery?
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[Introduction]
Discovered Passions


         Chelsea has wondered her whole life what was missing. She always felt as though she did not belong or fit in with anyone. She felt as though there was something out there in the world waiting to be discovered. Waiting for her, wanting her, calling, luring .... a strong urge that beckons. One that she can not explain. What mystery do you think she might discover? If she does, do you think she will embrace it with open arms or turn away?
~* Moon Beam *~    

         Chelsea closed her eyes and let her body relax against the cool refreshing breeze that danced across her face. Her breathing slowed and her full pink lips formed a smile as she felt an ease deep inside her. As her eyelids lifted to see a sprinkle of lights she felt at peace. The soft lush grass brushed against her arms as they were folded under the back of her head. Chelsea had always been fascinated with the stars in the night sky. She has been a night owl for as long as she could remember. She would much prefer to be inside the house all day and then step outside at nightfall. People tell her she needs to get out more, but she has no interest in the fake society that surrounds her town. It may be a small town, but what people that do populate it are not really the type she likes to associate with. She has always felt like she never fit in. That there was something about her that she could not figure out or a piece of her life that needs to be found or discovered. However there are a very select few she did associate with, but they soon got caught up in the so called life of the world and lost contact over the years. Occasionally she will hear from an old friend, but it is rare.

         Chelsea marveled at the bright sparkle of the stars as thoughts raced through her head. This seemed to be the only time she could think things through completely, night time. Mostly when the stars are out shinning down upon her as she lay in the grass of her backyard lawn which was secluded from the rest of the world. It is just the way she likes it. She has spent many nights out here in the safety of her backyard. Just her and the stars.


Crom    Above her atop the peak of a run down shack she hadn't notice the eyes gazing down upon her in the silence. Even against the back drop of the stars it seemed but a shadow. A light chill touched her skin causing her to shudder. Chelsea sighed and rubbed her arms as she looked around at the pervading night, wanting to laugh, but couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation that crept into her mind. Looking around at her surroundings, she could just make out the tall pine that lined the outer edges of her yard. Against the star filled sky they were an ominous mass with boughs slightly dancing under the hand of a gentle northern breeze. Still feeling as though she was going to laugh at her nervousness, she peered into the heavens intently trying to refocus her thoughts. A lonely woman who on the outside appeared content, could not help the feeling of resentment for a life that really never suited her. She did not notice the figure rise from a seated position upon the old shack. Nor had she seen the shadow of its' movement along the peak.
Looking down upon her in the dim lighting of the stars, Dante could smell the fragrance emanating from her body. A stirring in his manhood he had not felt for centuries pervaded him. It was a feeling he had not entertained since he was but mortal and weak to succumb to such temptations that drives men to madness. Taking in her beauty as she lay upon the grass he became mesmerized with a desire for her. Like a particle of a shadow in a mist he floated down materializing behind her in the silence, he stood but a few feet away. Catching the scent of perfume, only slightly, he drew nearer still. As though his reflexes were tied to the hands of a puppeteer; he reached his fingers toward her hair. A brunette tangle of waves that flickered every so often, a strand or two that would seem to float upon the current of the breeze. As quickly as he reached for her he jerked his hands back. He did not understand this powerless feeling he now felt for this young woman. As a Vampire he would be more apt to fall prey to the hunger of her blood. But now looking down at what should be his prey, his knees felt as though they would give under the pressure of a load he did not bear.

~* Moon Beam *~    He took in every move she made. The rise and fall of her chest as she breathed the crisp night air. The slight flutter of her long dark lashes as she blinked against the breeze. The moisture of her lips, the curve of her neck as his eyes traced down to her collar bone. Everything about this young woman seemed to beckon. He craved the warmth of her silky soft skin beneath his touch. This hunger was like none other he had felt before. Not hunger for what races through her veins, but for something he had long forgotten. Something he has learned to deal with out for centuries. He found himself closing his eyes as he breathed in her scent. A sweet aroma that awakened a hunger deep inside his being that he held locked up and protected for far too long. One that none other has been able to awaken. He felt powerless and weak, which was something he was not used to. He has always felt in control and powerful. Never faltered to any being.

Dante was quickly brought back to reality and coiled back into the safety of the dark shadows that surrounded Chelsea as she rose up. Chelsea stood up and brushed her long wavy hair back over her shoulders. As she moved Dante could smell her scent even more. She glanced around the night and spotted the swing she was looking for. Chelsea slowly walked over and sat in the wooden bench swing. She leaned back and swung her feet up and propped them on one arm rest as she rested her head on the other. She watched the stars streak the night sky as she slowly swung back and forth.


Crom     Such an inviting position he thought, her head back, just a tilt of the neck ever so slightly as she swung unaware of his shadowy presence. The thirst for blood seemed but a distant thing now as he made out the contour of her face. Not realizing that he had moved closer, he took note of her. Some what an innocence, not much unlike a child that resonated from her being seemed inexplicably to draw him. Watching the rise and fall of her breasts under her silk blouse, he did not notice her shiver as his breath glanced the side of her neck. He knew then that he wanted her. Not in a way of a blood thirst, but as a man could want a woman with all the sexual drive behind it. Her full lips so sensually pout y, seemed to reach into the most wildest of emotions in his being making him for the first time, shudder. Chelsea's eyes closed for a moment as Dante's breath like a zephyr made it's way along the nape of her neck. The feeling of a sweet caress filled her and she slightly smiled. Realizing that it was not a natural air about her she jerked herself up, still not noticing the being that quickly pulled away into the enveloping darkness of the shadows. Wide eyed and feeling the first hint of a fear for the unknown. She looked around once again at her surroundings trying to pierce the darkest regions of her yard, only to be met with a stillness.
Again Chelsea shuddered as she hugged herself as if protecting herself from impending danger. A feeling of someone there pervaded her mind. Slowly she backed herself towards the safety of her house. Feeling that if perhaps some how she were in the confines of her walls, she would be safe. Dante smiled as he watched her now. Tonight he must feed, but tomorrow he would return. Tomorrow he would take her and she would be his. Melding with the darkness he vanished into the night, his mind set, his resolve stronger than ever.


~* Moon Beam *~    
As Chelsea stood in front of her dresser mirror and brushed her lengthy locks, thoughts floated about in her mind. She wondered why for the first time she had felt the presence of someone else in her private little humble seclusion. She has always felt at peace and never worried about anything. Tonight was different. Something deep inside her wanted to go back out and find out why, but a small part of her warned her not to go back outside. It was as if she had two personalities playing tug of war. The curious adventurous side of her was itching to find out why she felt that way, but yet the cautious and wary side of her said not to poke around. She felt somewhat silly for feeling the way she did.

“Oh, you’re being silly!” she said to the short busty brunette staring back at her in the mirror.

Chelsea tossed the brush on the dresser and straightened her white t-shirt. She took a sip of water and sat the glass on the nightstand next to her bed. She slid her bare legs under the sheets, turned off the lamp and laid back in the bed. Soon the heaviness of her eyelids became too much to bear. The gentle breeze of the wind as it flowed through her window caressed her face and lulled her into a deep sleep. The billowing of the sheer curtains over her window was the last thing she remembered.


Crom    Dante's thoughts were of the woman he had admired so closely under the stars. Her face so beautiful in the dim lighting of the heavens was burned into his mind. Resting upon a stump at the outer edge of town, he watched the movements of the few people wandering about, either going home or homeless. Still she was there upon his thoughts as he selected his prey. Knowing that to be effective he must concentrate, and feeling foolish he shook him self back to the task at hand. Then in the darkness of an alley, he spotted a man sleeping in the shadow of an abandoned old warehouse. Silently Dante moved forward, a mist like vapor he approached the sleeping man. Looking down at his target only briefly, he went for the throat in one swift move. The man's eyes opened for a brief second when the fangs sunk into the flesh; then closed as his heart slowed. Making sure not to drink him dry, Dante released him and made his way to the forest once again. He still had six more hours of night before the sun rose. Not that the sun could effect him, because it could not. He had been one of the few Vampires that could walk in the day and not be fearful. The one who had made him was the only other, and he still did not know or understand why he had been fortuned with such an ability. He really never knew the one who had bestowed eternal immortality to him, only briefly did the image of the vampire show in his mind.

As Dante's thoughts returned to the woman of earlier, he felt the rage of desire well up in him again. He couldn't take it anymore..He knew what he must do in order to satisfy his hunger for her. Looking up at the stars, he could see her. It was as if she was everywhere he looked. Now with his mind made up, he headed for her house once again. He could see her wide eyes looking out at the darkness, trying to penetrate the shadows to see him as she backed away towards her door unable to see. He knew then that he would return, and as he made his way there, he felt foolish that he could not wait one more night, as he had originally planned. As he neared her place he could feel his heart beating faster. The blood seemed to rush more than it ever had before. Looking at her open bedroom as he got nearer, he made out the curtains gently swaying like a living thing under the push of the slight breath of air. Stopping just outside, he peered in. He could see one of her legs partially uncovered. The creamy white skin seemed to invite him.. It called to him from a place of intense desire to reach for it, and he did just that. Willing himself to the side of her bed, he materialized beside her. He traced her outline through the covers, admiring her. With his right hand he softly ran his fingers along the inside of her leg, reaching her inner thigh he stopped as she silently moaned and moved ever so slightly. She seemed to cry softly for someone, and then she parted her lips and sighed. Staring down at the rest of her of which he exposed by removing the blanket, he lay down upon the bed and gently lifted her night gown higher up her waist. His eyes burned with eager anticipation. He did not notice her eyes open as he kissed her upon her thigh. The passion for her is what drove him to the blindness of his surroundings. He did not notice as she lifted her head.

~* Moon Beam *~    Chelsea awoke from her slumber to be met with an intense desire. The soft gentle touch upon her thigh. A touch that sent shocks of great need. A need for a raging fire to be extinguished. The heat churned deep in her belly, welling up to the point of bursting. My, god! What was doing this to her. This is a feeling that she has never felt so strongly. The touch was skilled, gentle, but yet cool to the touch. A shiver crept up her spine as her eyes fluttered open. It was still night and it was dark all except for the slight glimmer of the moon shinning through her window. The groggy sleepiness still in her head she lifted up slightly to glance around. At first she thought she was still dreaming till a dark pair of eyes looked up at her. Dark and lustful eyes.

Chelsea was frozen. She did not know what to do. Her heart began to race and her breathing became rapid. She slowly lifted her arms up to her sides and braced herself on the soft bed. She pushed herself backward till her back bumped the headboard of her bed and slightly hitting her head. A dark chiseled face stared back at her. Black piercing eyes as black as the night. He just laid there on her bed staring at her as if he was mesmerized with her. A look of lust and hunger in his expression. She found herself fearful, but yet just as mesmerized as he was.


Crom    Her breathing became more rapid as his cool gentle touch seemed to trace out her thigh. Her womanhood becoming moist as her pulse rose. Gently Dante kissed her thigh, then looking upon her face, he reached a hand out and pulled her to him. She could feel his kiss, surprisingly hot upon her lips. The feeling of wanting to scream was replaced with a strong desire for him to take her, to make her his. As though Dante could read her thoughts, she felt his other hand press against her womanhood. Dante whispered ever so softly in Chelsea's ear, “I have seen you from afar, and have watched you!” Her breath caught as she remembered the feeling of being watched earlier this night. “I hunger my sweet child, and I thirst!” The voice trailed off as kisses from his lips ran a course down her neck She shuddered with excitement. “I should be scared!” she found herself thinking but she knew she was not. The lust building in her from his touch alone drove her mad. His hand pushing her legs apart as he now leaned above her in the dimness of the moons glow through her window. She wanted him desperately now, and as he removed her night gown from her she felt the chill of the cool evening air. His lips now caressing her breasts playfully, tugging softly each nipple one by one. Chelsea moaned as the excitement welled up in her. His head going further down her body until his lips found her navel. Her hands clutching his hair as the intensity overcame her sanity. “T..Take me!” She cried as one of his hands reached under her, pulling her to him she felt his manhood press against her. “Oh my!” She uttered breathlessly as his large hot manhood pushed into her. She cried out in pleasure as it filled her, probing deeper it seemed to swell as the blood filled it. Against her inner walls it seemed to stretch her apart like nothing she had ever felt before.

~* Moon Beam *~    She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and held close. Her thighs clinging around his hips. With each thrust her hips raised to meet his. She could feel a strong sensation whelm up inside her and it seemed to consume every lustful aching inch of her being. She has felt this before but never so strong and intense. As she arched her back he slid a hand down across her large chest. He slowly and seductively inched his way down across her belly to find the junction between her legs where they were joined. He caressed her tender sweet spot as he pushed in and out of her. Creating a deeper and more heated fire within her. Coaxing longer and more enticing moans from her sweet lips. With each swift motion she wanted more. She has never wanted someone so much. It felt as though he was creating a fire inside her that only he could extinguish. Not just sexually, but it felt as if another fire was being created. What she did not know, but at the moment she was more focused on the raging sensations he was creating.

Crom    Dante had never felt so much pleasure in his being like he did now. His hard manhood throbbing inside her with each powerful thrust. He could feel her hot juices flowing around his man hood with each of her moans, the deeper and harder he pushed his way into her. In the blur of the sensations taking over his body, he grew more excited as her large breasts bounced in rhythm with their love making. He knew she wanted him badly now. She reached her arms around him tighter as she climaxed, not wanting to let go, and that intoxicated his raging desire even more. He could feel the sensation welling up in side his shaft, that feeling of release, but he willed it back with what strength of mind he had. He knew it had been so long, and he did not want this to end. Her creamy white skin below him turned him on, he wanted to scream, but could not. He felt Chelsea meeting his thrusts, devouring his manhood with her womanhood, begging him for more, and not to stop. He could see the ecstasy upon her face as her moans intensified with each ram of his hardness, slamming her, pushing her to the brink of a heavenly place she had not yet ever experienced before. Dante could feel her breasts, large under him, firm and beautiful. Each nipple against his chest were hardened by his movement. He knew that he wouldn't be able to contain his seed much longer, and the desire to spill it in her was at it's peak at this point. Burying his face into her neck, he bit down into her. Chelsea moaned as if enjoying it. He knew she was his now, somehow he could see that she knew it as well.

© Copyright 2010 ~* Moon Beam *~, Crom, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

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