Angel

17- The Vampires

The night flourished into a blossom of black. Dreams came to Kylo as they never had before. Vivid. Haunting. Sensual. In his slumber he found himself nestled among feathers as inky as the sky above. Surrounding him was the soft sound of breathing. 

In his slumber, Kylo felt someone touch him. Velvety fingers trailed along his neck and down his chest where they began to unbutton his nightshirt. His breath hitched and he shivered at the divine touch. But before he could catch his breath, he felt another pair of hands on him and then another. Someone was slithering between his legs, touching the most intimate parts of him while another had long fingers weaving through his hair.

Kylo arched back at the caresses. The hands touching him felt like roses, soft and sweet. He felt the feral creature beneath his breastbone thunder. Then, in a blink, he felt a searing pain spread over his neck. Someone was biting him, drawing blood. Although Kylo's eyes snapped open, he felt he was lost in a dream and powerless to wake up. In the near pitch, he was able to make out the silhouettes of three women, their long hair and long dresses flowed as though they were emerged in water.

"Can you be our angel, too?" one woman whispered as she crawled over Kylo and brought her lips millimeters from his. He saw the woman's lips shimmer. He smelt blood.

"Yes," said another voice. "Be ours."

"We hunger," said the third. "We want an angel to play with."

"Do you like how we play?" asked the first without expecting a reply. 

All three women inched up to his, kissing along his face then down to his neck where they hungrily pierced his skin with needle-fine teeth. Kylo arched back and moaned, partly in pain, partly in ecstasy. When one of the women slipped her hand underneath his sleepwear, Kylo thought he would explode. In his mind's eye, it was not the woman touching him just so, it was the lord.

One of the women crawled between his legs and began biting at a soft, white flesh just under his belly button. 

As Kylo felt her lips slither lower, the desire they had gifted him with bloomed like a rose. Kylo felt the petals fall over him like rain. He heard his own breathing and the melody his heart was making. Kylo wanted them to stop and yet he wanted them to go on. Tossing his head back, Kylo uttered, "Vincent."

A voice shattered the passionate silence when the door of his room was brutally thrown open. "Get away, thralls! Return to your mistress!" 

Kylo saw the three women scattered and fly towards the ceiling as though there was some invisible force pulling them there. They hissed lightly at the figure who was standing by the open door. Fear dominated the thralls. 

Candlelight shone behind the creature and illuminated his horns and wings. "Begone," the dark figure yelled, "He belongs to me."

In a hiss of serpentine sounds, the three women began crawling backward and away from the ceiling. They skittered away from Kylo's sight until the shadows had engulfed all three of them up in its maw.

The winged figure stepped into the belly of the room. His chest rose and fell as if his heart was dominating his breaths. Moving to stand near Kylo, the creature brought his hand to the young man's eyes and brushed his palm over to close Kylo's lids. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream," said the dark figure, "Now sleep...sleep. I only have dark dreams for you, my angel."

Kylo felt himself slip away as if drowning in a warm bath. A deep sleep came to him instantly. For the rest of the night, Kylo did not dream.

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