Next morning after breakfast they went back to Viola’s place as Dave promised. He wore one of his dark T-shirts with rusty jeans again, just like Viola. David leashed Alden, who as his name said, was a wise guardian and the calmest of the Master’s dogs. They left him next to the main door when they entered Viola’s flat. After the policemen broke in and investigated the rooms there was a big mess.

She sighed and looked around “We’ll need the whole day to clean up this mess.”

“We have time, Viola, and I’m here to help you.”

“You are too kind to me, David. Why are you doing all these things for me?”

“Easy to answer it, because I like you. Your personality, your wit, your sense of humour, sensitivity under your toughness, and I think you are a pretty girl” David answered, looking deep into her eyes. She was at a loss, at her greatest annoyance she blushed. And she knew he would tease her, cuz she was blushing. She was wrong. David just lifted her chin with two fingers and kissed her gently.

Before Viola could realise what was happening, he was already at the other end of the room, opening the window, because there was very strong acryl paint smell in the closed apartment. He leaned out and took a deep breath. The air was fresh after the rain and the roofs of the smaller houses under them were shining from the wetness. The gleaming tiles made an impression as if all the roofs were made of solid gold. The sight was breathtaking and Dave waved to Viola to come closer so he could share this everyday, still rare wonder with her. Above them, high up on the sky there was still the hint of the arch of a rainbow what is remained there after the rain stopped. It was only the faint shadow of the original one, as her whole former life seemed to be a faint shadow in comparing it with the time she spent with her mysterious dark prince.

Viola sighed as she looked up at the fading rainbow. Was her former life fading away just in the same way? She sensed that something was coming. She didn’t know what, but knew that it wasn’t connected to the court, she sensed something in the air, and there was something different in Dave too. She found him more and more attractive with every minute. As she watched the move of his jaw while speaking to her, she couldn’t hear his deep voice. Her mind was buzzing and felt that her heart started to beat faster.

“Oh no, not again…” she whispered, because she was fighting with this desire since yesterday, since she saw her duke again.

“What do you mean?” she heard his question.

“Nothing, forget it” Viola answered and quickly went back to the room. She opened an empty box and started to put her paints and brushes in it to stop herself from leaping on him. No, that can’t happen again, she thought and grabbed a heavy red paint, which was half way open. She didn’t pay attention and before Dave could warn her, she dropped it and covered the half of the box and the floor as well as her trousers and hands.

“Jeeez!” she shouted “I’m such a jerk!”

For a moment David just stood there and couldn’t get rid off the picture. Viola covered with red paint – which could be blood too – sitting on the wooden floor, looking desperately, because something is bothering her… Then he shook his head and grabbed an old clout to kneel next to her. As he softly grabbed her red hands, another image flashed through his mind: Viola licking his blood from her fingers then biting him again… He blinked and concentrated on his task.

“David… it’s not necessary…” she breathed. The physical contact was the worst that could happen to her. She felt the gentle touches on her hands, she felt his palm under hers while he was holding her hand and stroking it with the clout.

“It’s nothing. Let me help you” he answered without looking into her desire-filled eyes. She was breathing through her mouth to hide her growing excitement. Her gaze wondered on his profile down to his neck, stopping by the pulsing vein then going further down to his strong arm, noticing the dark edge of a tattoo, then she looked down at their touching hands. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed deeply. Her body was on fire and there was no way to soothe the lust – she just realized that it was above her weak will.

David looked up into her eyes and this was it, she couldn’t bear it anymore. She grabbed the neck of his T-shirt and pulled him close while her lips crushed down at his eagerly.

David didn't protest, he wanted Viola just as much as she wanted him. And he had a strong desire to live his fantasy. He gently pushed Viola into the puddle of red paint. But before she could touch the floor, he rolled under her and while he was laying on his back, he pulled Viola onto him. She straddled him and leant forward biting his neck. David couldn't breathe and he wished her biting harder. As if she saw his thoughts, she did. His dripping blood was mixed with red paint. Viola licked the blood off him and David lost his head.

He wanted to bite, he felt his canines growing, but he knew he cannot. Yet. The sight, Viola all red, the dripping blood and the smell of the acrylic paint made him dizzy and mad with desire. He wanted to know what Viola wanted, so he was waiting patiently. Viola, quite unlike herself kinda attacked her prince under, squeezing his hips with her lean but muscular thighs. She was excited beyond belief. David just blew her mind away, she wanted him more than she wanted anything until now. She was far too lightheaded and lulled by Signor Cardonne's charm to watch what she was doing. What she did was biting David.

Biting him not quite unexpectedly on his thick neck. David cried out in pleasure and pain. He felt his lust rising like the glory of his family through the centuries. Her teeth were deep in his flesh and she tore open a vein, his thick dark blood was flowing like melted chocolate, and its taste awakened a predator in her. David let her enjoying herself, lapping as much blood as she wanted and when her bloodlust was quenched, he sat up smiling and kissing Viola, tasting his own blood on her tongue while he ravenously responded her wild kisses.

He was thinking about music, a symphony of rapturous longing and aching came suddenly into his mind, and in front of his eyes notes were dancing around, the black signs were following each other in a repetitive order, two motifs again and again, the pain and the pleasure. Light's play of the dark love of a vampire, who unlike his kind still knew not only the passion of killing a wanted prey, but also how to pray. To what God, that remained hidden. The devotion to a fellow being, offering himself, it was only just another sacrifice in love's eternal fight. He almost felt himself alive. He heard the melody in his sensitive ears, the tunes of the beautiful Chaos in the vast, black realms in his mind. He heard himself singing in his head. The Psalms of the Condemned, the Songs of Cain, the Librettos of Hell's Raging Inferno.

He surrendered himself, lying on his back, Viola, literally drunken by his strong blood shook her head, and half-dried clots of paint and blood were flying, just like as a Bordeux Dog causing a shower of saliva when shaking its big head. Her movements became slower and staccato, as if in slow-motion in a play backed film. She was silent as the sneaking death of a deadly epidemic and just as effective as the Black Death. David was amazed by her transformation. What he saw was a beast dolce of his kind, she was a „VAMP” before he turned her into a vampire. She seemed violent and ruthless, in reality she was just on her way of the transformation that was written in her Book of Destiny.

Dave helped to get rid of her purple tank-top and he dropped it, the light piece of cloth seemed to float before landing in the dark-red puddle they were lying in. Viola lifted her slink, fragile figure and opened his fly, tearing off his pants, and only that as he wasn't wearing anything under it. Viola made a funny face, somehow she was waiting for a posh, silk underwear, one with embroidered monogram, the kind blue-blooded aristocrats wore. Only David's blood was as dark as the rich textured, fragrant Sicilian Terrale, a wine he fond of above all vines.

Viola wasn't hesitating much, and in the next moment they were rocking together in unity, like if they were born one and not separately. Their movements were a beauty of perfect harmony. They were the key and the keyhole, the apple and the apple tree, carrots and peas. He was the Yang, and she was the Yin, an enormous power, a force within.

They gave in to their desires, leaving this world behind them, flying on the dusky wings of dark desires and undefined depths of yearning for each other. This was rough sex. They were like mating timber wolves howling to the full moon, like Kodiak bears when drunken from the amount of consumed salmons, like moths that chosen the sure fire death willingly.

David was waiting for this moment of mutual surrender to each other. He was amazed by Viola's physical power, he just couldn't understand how her lithe figure could tore his jeans, when she was pulling it off in her love rage. He knew only one thing, he was savouring every little movement, enjoying being under her touches, grabs, bites. She was going to physical. Viola’s flexible body made wonders with him. She was riding him, buckling, like a young two years old maiden mare.

David enjoyed the ride hell for leather. After her first climax, she hadn't stopped, but embossed her steed further. She was leaving her past pants and moans floating behind her as she was galloping into the black velvets of sensual pleasures with the duke. When she squeezed him, as she would squeeze a lemon for all its jest and juices, she rolled off of him and stood on the floor on all fours, paint and blood dripping from her neck and chest.

Dave noticed that she was wearing his fingerprints all over her hips and breasts and neck and shoulder. He could well imagine, how he could look like. He felt like they were part of an abstract performance, in a show. He saw her as a piece of abstract art, the Madonna of a cubist actor, the muse of the expressionist painters.

He was smiling gently at her, while caressing her body idly all over, he was smiling because he now saw his woman, his bride in her. She gave herself to him without any hesitation. The charm was working between them anyway, with or without a „tame-the-beast” powder. This was an even higher truth, stronger than the ancient secrets of old manuscripts. The natural chemistry was working, the alchemy of love.

„Come!” he called Viola, giving a helping hand to her to make standing up her on the slippery floor easier. When she was standing next to him, they started to laugh, the place looked like a slaughterhouse, just after a long nightshift. They were dripping wet with paint and sweat and blood. David carefully led her out to the bathroom and pouring some benzine to a piece of cloth, started cleaning her naked body with it. He was working so hard, Viola had to smile watching his tongue showing between his lips. He really was like a schoolboy who made some graffiti and has to clean the wall after he was caught. In turn, she took a piece of rag too, doing the same with David.

Soon they decided it was enough of chemicals and they descended into the tube which was already filled with steaming, hot water. Dave was sitting behind his girl with his legs spread and Viola was resting her head on his chest, leaning back a bit. They were not naughty now, if one wouldn't know it better, one would say there was an immortal vampire with dreamy look in his eyes - only the book Paradise Lost and Found was missing from his hands - and there was a mortal woman, who was licking the crimson blood from her lips, as she was already a bloodthirsty vampire.

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Viola held his big and long hand in hers and played with his slender fingers stroking them quietly.

“It’s so different with you” she noted on a dreamy voice.

“What do you mean?” David asked and she smiled as she felt his chest resonating under her back.

“Everything feels so right, so natural when I’m with you, especially when we are making love. Even that animalistic desire I felt earlier… I felt myself like a hungry wolf over her prey…and it was as if I knew your beast was there somewhere in your body too.”

“Maybe our beasts were calling for each other… sensing the other’s presence” he said calmly smiling and watching their interwoven fingers. It came into his mind that maybe his blood touched the deeply hidden vampire in her…

“What beasts? What do you mean?” she stopped stroking his hand.

“Nothing, my love. Nothing…”

For a few moments they remained silent, listening to the raindrops’ sounds on the roof and the windows, because meanwhile it started to rain again.

“Your blood…” she started not sure what she wanted to say

“Yes?” he began to stroke her flat tummy under the water absentmindedly.

“It had a strange taste… I can still feel it on my tongue… it’s so thick and rich… if I close my eyes I can see how dark it was… and…”

“And?” he watched her with a smile as she bent her head back – her eyes closed – and put their hands onto her chest.

“And I loved the taste of it… I felt as if I was drunk… flying high from its flavor… I ran wild from it like a crazy vampire!” she laughed a little at the end of her sentence.

Dave laughed out loud, his deep voice echoing in the small bathroom. If Viola knew…

“And what’d you say if vampires were real? Would you be scared? Would you run away if you’d meet one?”

“Well… let me see…” she stroked his hand on her chest, looking up at the ceiling “First I’d be scared to death if his or hers attitude’d be spooky, but after it I’d be curious what kind of life he or she has.”

“Really?” David stroked away the wet strands of her hair from the white neck, fixing his gaze on the throbbing blue vein.

“Yes, I think. I’m an open-minded person… I think after the first shock I’d act like this…”

“That sounds fine…” he added and stroked her neck, imagining as his teeth sinks into the soft flesh. His canines grew as he leant closer to her, probing a bite with his mouth but not touching her fragrant skin. He closed his mouth and kissed the vein that’ll be soon his. Very soon…

After drying themselves they put on some clothes. Dave borrowed old and pokey trousers, which were once Viola’s uncle’s, because previously she tore his jeans apart. She said sorry and wondered how she was able to do that. But he just smiled and helped her pack most of her things stroking the calm Alden’s head time after time when he walked past the main door.