| Dark Heart By Mommints and Adriana |
| ~*~ Chapter 10 ~*~ Bianca had fed well from the previous night and when evening approached again, she felt she had harnessed enough of her power for the first part of the battle to keep Luciano for her own. Again, she sensed him nearby and materialized next to him just as he was waking up in his lair from sleep. “Buona sera, il mio amore. (Good evening, my love.) A change of plans for the tonight, you're staying in.” And mentally she reached out and encased the surprised vampire in telepathic chains of bondage. Luciano struggled but to no avail, her will was far greater than his and stronger, and he dropped his dark head back down to rest, even as he reached out with his mind. “Perché fa lei questo a me (Why do you do this to me?)” He cried out. “Because my reasons are for the greater good and in the end, you will thank me for this. Now you see you’re not the only one that knows a few tricks.” Bianca glided over to his prone body and deliberately ran a hand over his broad chest, crooning to him in a hypnotic voice. “Struggling will only weaken you further, beloved. Accept your defeat for now and know that when the time comes, I will free you from your temporary prison so you may feed. We can’t have you dying now, can we?” And with a triumphant gleam in her eye, Bianca ignored Luciano’s pleas to be set free and disappeared to into the night to feed again, building her already considerable powers for the next stage of her plan. ~*~ The girls arrived back at the villa a little past 7pm and still tired from the long car ride, they went to their seperate rooms, promising to meet back down in a the lobby in about an hour to discuss dinner plans and the itinerary for the next few days. Adriana was exhausted and without saying a word fell onto her bed, falling into a deep sleep and not hearing the phone call Tatianna made to Marcovaldo. “Do you still believe Luciano is a vampire, Marco?” She asked. “It matters not what I believe, bella, it’s what you must believe.” He answered quietly. “The time has come to question your beliefs and discover what lies beneath the truth. Are you strong enough to handle the truth?” “It’s not me I’m worried about, its Adriana.” And she told the young man of her fears. “She’s supposed to meet him tonight and I have a feeling something bad is going to happen. I need your help, please?” Marco hesitated for a moment then agreed, he would do what he could to save Adriana from the monster she had so innocently fallen in love with. Tatianna told him she would call him back a little later, she needed to talk to her friends first and find out if Adriana had mentioned any plans for the evening. She slipped out of the room and ran to Cynthia’s room, where she quickly told the two amazed friends of what she knew about Luciano Peverite and the danger Adriana had placed herself in. Greta listened with a sinking heart and nervously chewed on a thumbnail as she paced in the room, debating on whether to tell them what had happened when they stopped earlier in the day. Because Tatianna was also a dear friend and she felt they needed to know, Greta finally broke down and told them of the strange happenings in town and the story from Father di Maggio. “Shit santo (Holy shit), you’re just telling me this now?!” Tatianna exclaimed. “That’s the proof we needed to show Adriana what Luciano really is....and she’s still going to meet him tonight?” “I didn’t want to say anything because she made me promise not too, that she would handle it.” Greta defended herself. “Yeah but Greta, like you said this isn’t a story from Buffy and Adriana is no slayer. We need to put a stop to this.” Cynthia calmly pointed out and placed a comforting arm around her friend’s shoulder. “Ok, so we’re not slayers, so this guy Marcovaldo, is he one? Does he know how to kill a vampire?” Greta asked. “Only one way to find out...” Tatianna said and started dialing his phone number. ~*~ The hunger. The need for blood. It hounded him, trapped as he was, teasing, taunting him until he thought he would go mad. It pounded through his soul, behind his eyes and made his whole body ache for the warm taste of it to wash over his fangs. He tried to break free from the telepathic bindings, a little more than pissed off that Bianca would do something like this to him and more worried for Adriana. His heart knew she was in danger and he raged against the helplessness he was forced to feel, surging upwards once more, straining to break free only to fall backwards exhausted and more thirsty than before. Luciano sensed Bianca coming and she appeared a moment later at his feet, smiling like an angel but looking very much like a demon from hell. “Buona sera il mio amore, il mio sonno bene? (Good evening my love, sleep well?)” She asked. “Free me, Bianca, let me go.” Luciano whispered weakly. “Hmmm, not yet but you’re almost there....to the point of begging me. Shall we see how much longer you can last?” And with a strangled cry of rage, he watched her disappear again, no doubt to come back and continue more of her torture, her punishment for his loving Adriana. Adriana. Her name swept through his soul with a wave so powerful, he suddenly felt the bindings disappear and he vanished from the lair, only to materialize a second later in the room where he beloved slept. ~*~ Tatianna, Greta and Cynthia met Marco downstairs in the villa lobby and brought him back up to the girl’s room, to meet with Adriana, all determined to talk some sense into her about Luciano. Marco noted it was dark out and suggested they hurry, so they raced up the steps and unlocked the door, surprised and pleased to see her still sleeping on the bed. In their haste to open the door, it banged open against the opposite wall and the noise woke up Adriana. “Ah da gracias a Dios (Oh thank God),” Tatianna sighed with relief. “She’s still here.” Adriana sat up in bed, confused as to why everyone would be rushing into her room. “Casper, what’s going on?” Before Tatianna could answer her sister, the very object of their fears materialized in the room, in all of his vampire glory. Luciano fell to the floor on both hands and knees, disorientated and weak but ever so thirsty for the blood that called to him from all the occupants in the room. And with an animal-like snarl, he turned on them, eyes red with blood lust, fangs showing like twin daggers in the dimly lit room. Marco reacted immediately and pushed the frightened girls behind him, bringing out a crucifix and brandishing it like a weapon in front of the maddened vampire. “Lasciare il luogo di questo, il demone dall'inferno (Leave this place, demon from hell)!” He shouted and held the cross in front of him for protection. Luciano howled with pain from the pure glare that came from the cross and he spun around, seeking another non-threatening source of blood he had felt in the room. Sitting upright in bed, clutching a sheet to her chest, Adriana stared in wide-eyed fright at the beast before her, refusing to accept this was the man she had met only a few nights ago. Dashing, charming, handsome and loving, now all that seemed a cruel trick played on her as she looked at her beloved in his true form. “Luciano?” She whispered, horror stricken. Her voice pierced the veil of blood lust covering his eyes, governing his judgment and the vampire stopped short, his soul twisting in agony over the look on Adriana’s face. “Il mio angelo (My angel).” He answered sadly. “Adriana, stay where you are!” Marco commanded and reached into his shirt to pull out a vial of holy water. “Let the beast feel the power of God, now!” And he threw the contents of the vial. Screaming a denial for somehow, she knew what it was, Adriana threw herself at Luciano, covering him with her own body as the droplets of water harmlessly hit her body. Luciano reacted instinctively, for he knew of the water as well and without thought, with Adriana still holding him, he disappeared from the room. All four remaining people in the room stared at one another in shock, for the unthinkable had happened. The vampire had Adriana. Tatianna sank to her knees and started to weep softly, the fear she had lost her sister overwhelming. ~*~ He appeared in a deserted ally near one of his favorite hunting spots, and with infinite care laid the unconscious body of Adriana on the cold ground before he disappeared to feed. Lovingly he traced one finger down her cheek, not sure what to do with her but the demands of his hunger far more taxing then her being with him and he disappeared. A little while later, he came back to still find her unconscious, his cheeks ruddy from the feeding, his heart heavy with the knowledge that she knew the truth about him, something he had hoped she wouldn’t have found out, at least not yet. As he stared at her beautiful face, her chest rising and falling with even breaths, his desire for her over ruled his better judgment and having made a decision while feeding, he thought to at least love her, if not for one last time. With infinite care, he picked her up and cradled her close to his body, smiling when she moved closer to him with a little sigh and placed her cheek on his chest. With a thought, he appeared in a secret hiding place no one knew of, especially Bianca, and laid her to rest on the spacious, soft bed. By mental command, a thousand candles flared into light and Luciano stretched out beside his beloved, calling her name. “Adriana? Wake up, my sleeping beauty.” He murmured. A second later her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him in amazement, then with a sweeping joy when she realized he still looked as he always did, and not the monster she had glimpsed a little while ago. “Luciano, is this a dream?” She asked. “Sì, un sogno (Yes, a dream) that can turn into a reality, if you let it.” “I don’t understand, I was in my room at the villa when you came in....” “Shhhh, what’s more important is your with me, here and now, in my home.” He answered, then his voice turned into a husky whisper. “We have promised each other this night, cara. Do you remember?” “Yes.” And Adriana felt shivers of anticipation race down her spine. “I’ve asked before, and I gladly ask again. Will you let me love you, L'angelo della mia anima (angel of my soul)?” She hesitated for the briefest of moments, still confused as to how she got here but more aroused by the sight of Luciano laying beside her. The soft glow from the candles gave his dark hair highlights that she itched to run her fingers through, his eyes so warm, deep and inviting and she felt herself falling into those unfathomable depths. And his slow boyish grin making her insides melt, causing a little knot of excitement to form in her stomach when he slowly lowered his head. His breath ticked her ear as he whispered, “I want to know what it feels like to be inside you, bella. I ask again, for I am a man of limited patience. Will you let me love you as you deserve? If you say no, I will honor your decision and not force.....” She silenced him with a tug on his head and pulled his lips down onto hers, answering him with more than what mere words could say, responding with her heart, body and soul. Their tongues mated wildly with the other’s, the kiss turning ravenous and carnal as their mouths slanted over each other’s again and again. Hands roamed over bodies and clothes that were once obstacles were shed with the slightest of ease. Adriana burned with a flame hotter than anything Luciano had experienced in his cold existence as a blood drinker, and he moved his body over hers, his now naked body coming in contact with hers and they both groaned from the feel of it. She parted her legs to adjust to his weight and when he bent his dark head to suckle one nipple, she almost came off the bed from the rapturous feelings that spiraled through her body. Her hands tangled themselves in his long hair, then wandered over his broad shoulders, feeling the hard muscles of his back down to where his body curved in for his waist. Boldly, she let her hands wander further down, until they found the source of heat they had been seeking and she cupped him gently, boldly and eliciting a moan from him with her touch. Adriana tried to express the desire she felt by touching him but when his own wandering hand reached the silky juncture of curls that hid her womanhood, she cried out when one finger gently tested her being, rocking her to the core of her soul. Luciano continued his worship of her breasts at the same time loving her with his fingers and when he felt the age old rocking of her hips, he changed positions and centered himself between her thighs, the silky point of his manhood resting against her thigh. “Il mio amore, lei sono sicuro? (My love, are you sure?)” He asked, barely keeping in check his own passion. “Cuando Dios es mi testigo, si usted no hace el amor a mí, yo moriré. Sí, mi amor, sí. (As God is my witness, if you don't make love to me, I'll die. Yes, my love, yes.)” She answered. It mattered not that they spoke their own languages, for their souls understood what was taking place and they both rejoiced when he slowly entered her. He felt the barrier, her maidenhood and with one thrust of the hips, he glided into her hot, tight sheath until he was fully encased, surrounded and gasping from the sensation. Adriana stifled a small cry of pain and Luciano waited until he knew it had subsided, whispering words of love in her ear and kissing her into an almost mindless frenzy, waiting for the sign to continue their dance of passion. When he felt her hips shift slightly and take him deeper, he knew it was time to reach for paradise and he began a slow, methodical rhythm as he slowly entered her and then retreated. Adriana shifted her hips again and gasped with pleasure when he drove deeper, bringing her legs up and raising her hips to meet his thrusts. The bed squeaked from the sound of their love making, the moans and gasps of delight filled the room like a symphony as they neared the climax, and she held onto him as the first tremors started to course through her being. Feeling her start to tighten around him goaded him to move faster, thrust harder and he hoarsely whispered, “Adesso il mio angelo, è venuto con me adesso! (Now my angel, come with me now!)” “Sí mi corazón, ah Dios sí. (Yes my heart, oh God yes.)” And Adriana felt the world explode into a million pieces as her orgasm consumed her, bathing her in a heat that felt as if she had touched the sun. And she clung to him as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure, feeling his own orgasm shake him as well. Luciano strained against her for a final time, his seed spilling into her with a rush that left him trembling and he slowly lowered his dark head to rest on her forehead, her breath washing over his soul, her heart beat returning to normal, and their bodies started to cool off from their passion. Adriana couldn’t stop touching him, and her hands glided over his body in mindless patterns of circles, enjoying the odd feeling of his weight crushing her to the bed, the sense of being complete since he was still inside her. She had never known love before and certainly, had never known making love could be like this, and thought somewhere the gods must be angry, for they had stolen a piece of heaven for themselves. She ran her fingers through Luciano’s hair, following his head down as he placed it on her shoulder and then she felt something wet fall onto her shoulder. A moment later, great silent racking sobs shook his shoulders and Adriana grew alarmed, in her innocence thinking she had somehow hurt him or didn’t please him. “Luciano, what’s wrong?” She asked, realizing he was weeping. He raise his head as tears ran unchecked down his cheeks, his eyes tormented with a pain that made Adriana gasp from the intensity, the raw anguish she saw reflected there. “Averlo perso, soltanto trovarlo ancora per un momento breve in tempo. ...to l'ama come ho amato nessuno altro soltanto lo perdere ancora una volta, questo è più di posso portare. Questo è la tortura alla mia anima ma posso non più la presa lei qui con me. (To have lost you, only to find you again for a brief moment in time....to love you as I have loved no other only to lose you all over again, this is more than I can bear. This is torture to my soul but I can no longer hold you here with me.)” He whispered hoarsely and touched one finger to her forehead, watching as Adriana lapsed into unconsciousness. “Lo rilascio dal mio amore, dalla mia memoria e se potrei per lo tenere sicuro, dalla mia anima. Lei non ricorderà niente di questa notte, eccetto un sogno breve dove lei me ha tenuto nei suoi braccii ed abbiamo toccato il cielo insieme. Tenerlo questo sicuro il mio angelo. Non faccio questo perché l'amo troppo a (I release you from my love, from my memory and if I could to keep you safe, from my soul. You will remember nothing of this night, except a brief dream where you held me in your arms and we touched heaven together. I do this to keep you safe my angel. I do this because I love you too much not to.)” Reluctantly, he moved from the bed, fully dressed and bent down picking up her clothed body, cradling her in his arms, letting his eyes roam over her features as if one last time for rememberance. The long silky red hair hanging down like a curtain over his arm, her dark lashes curled against her cheek, her lips still rosy from his kisses. He tightened his hold on her for a moment and she immediately snuggled her head against his chest, so trustingly. When he stood in the middle of the bedroom, he was ready to appear back at the villa and hopefully, be able to drop her off without any conflict from her sister and their friends. His gaze swept over the room, the candles slowly extinguishing themselves one by one until the room was shrouded in darkness, much as his life was, and he disappeared. ~*~ While feeding, Bianca knew what had happened with Luciano, the physic connection they shared revealing to her all the events of the night until he had disappeared from the villa with Adriana. With her fangs still buried deep in the neck of her victim, she felt a scream of rage erupt from her throat and she sucked the mortal dry, tossing aside the lifeless husk and seething with fury. Caution thrown to the wind, consequences be damned for what she was about to do could cost her the only thing she ever craved, his love, Bianca reappeared back at her villa and immediately went downstairs to the little room where she hid her latest project. Straining against its shackles, snarling and blabbering like a fiend, the zombie strained for its freedom until its mistress appeared, then subserviently lowered its head, awaiting her orders. “Ah, Geppo di darling. Penso il suo tempo abbiamo avuto una notte fuori sulla città, il docente universitario’t lei pensa? (Ah, darling Geppo. I think its time we had a night out on the town, don’t you think?)” She asked and the chains suddenly fell from its hands. It shuffled over to her, nostrils picking up the faint scent of blood clinging to her, and its mouth started to water. “Sì il mio ragazzo buono, lei vuole alcuni più di questo, il docente universitario’t lei? Poi è venire con me, e lo prometto una misura di festa per un re. O minimo uno zombie. (Yes my good boy, you want some more of this, don’t you? Then come along with me, and I promise you a feast.)” And they disappeared from her villa. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Dark Heart - Chapter 11 |