| Dark Heart By Mommints and Adriana |
| ~*~ Chapter 6 ~*~ The throbbing bass and techno rhythm of the house music in the disco combined with the flashing strobe lights made Geppo feel wild and free. His dancing partner was adding to his heightened sexual arousal by suggestively grinding her hips against his and the young man strived for some control, ignoring the more basic and crude urge to mount her right then and there on the floor. She laughed, a soft delicate sound that seemed out of place with the leering look on her face and her long pale arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him in closer. It was if she knew what shreds were remaining of his discipline. She reached up and whispered in his ear, her serpentine tongue licking the lobe as it suddenly felt as if her hands were now cupping the prominent bulge in his pants. An odd sensation considering they were tangling themselves into his rich, brown curly hair. “Dio dolce nel cielo, che cosa state facendo a me (Sweet God in heaven, what are you doing to me?)” He moaned in her ear. “Penso il relativo tempo di prendervi la sede, il mio dolce giovane ragazzo. (I think its time to take you home, my sweet young boy).” She whispered back. “Venuto lasciarlo mostrarvi un nuovo mondo intero sessuale di piacere. (Come let me show you a whole new world of sexual delight). “E li mostrerò che sono ragazzo. (And I'll show you I'm no boy.)” He growled and cupped her from behind. “Sto osservando in avanti ad esso. (I'm looking forward to it).” Bianca laughed and together, they left the disco and hired a gondola to take them back to her villa. ~*~ Harry’s Bar was crowded mostly with young, sleek Venetian professionals but Tatianna and friends managed to grab a table near the dance floor and as soon as they ordered drinks, they all took turns dancing with their two new friends, Marcovaldo and Sebstiano. Tatianna was certainly having fun, flirting with each young man and making sure Greta and Cynthia weren’t left out either. They alternately sat down and rested, the men making sure the waitress kept the table stocked with an endless supply of beer and wine for the ladies. Around midnight, Adriana and Luciano walked in and were immediately spotted by Marcovaldo, as the couple waited by the doorway trying to find Tatianna. “Sto osservando in avanti ad esso! (Holy shit, I don't believe it!)” He exclaimed and poked Sebstiano to get his attention. “Che cosa? (What?) Che cosa è la materia? (What’s the matter?)” The other man asked. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the couple his friend was pointing to or to be more precise, the vampire that had just walked in. “L' OH il mio dio, non ho pensato che esistesse. (Oh my God, does he really exist?)” “Ho pensato che fossero tutte le voci, tuttavia là si leva in piedi. (I thought they were all rumors, yet there he stands).” Marcovaldo confirmed, both amazed and afraid. “Hey, what are you guys talking about? Me perhaps?” Tatianna joked around. The two men looked at each other nervously and Sebstiano slightly shook his head. Better off not to tell their young American girlfriends about the town legend of a vampire and ruin what looked like to be a promising evening. “Nothing important, il mio dolce. (my sweet)” Marcovaldo avoided her question and turned her attention to something else. “Isn’t that your sister over there?” “Hey you’re right. Thanks.” And Tatianna ran off to meet her and Luciano. After introductions were made again, the three of them came back to the table but Luciano seemed aloof, distant as he scanned the crowded bar, certain he had sensed Bianca somewhere in the vicinity. He shrugged when he couldn’t detect her and turned his attention back to the mortals at hand. He already knew the girls were almost drunk, their faces were flushed from dancing and their blood was singing in their veins, a symphony almost too hard to ignore. He wanted to bury his fangs into their pulsating veins and drink deeply, sucking them dry and he toyed with the beast within, like teasing a caged tiger. He could control himself extremely well but almost nothing could hide the red glare of his eyes when he honed in on a kill. And it just happened to be the neck of Adriana, who was sitting next to him, chatting with her sister. He jerked himself out of his killing fantasy and bumped into the table. “Luciano, are you all right?” Adriana asked, as several other pairs of eyes focused on the quiet vampire. “I am fine, angelo (angel). No need for worry.” He said. “Well I was saying Tatianna and I are off to the ladies room to freshen up. We’ll be right back, ok?” And before Luciano could respond, he found himself sitting with the two men, as Cynthia and Greta were still dancing. The three of them stared uncomfortably at one another, and Luciano could barely contain his dry chuckle as he read the fear and uncertainty in their minds. He was surprised when Sebstiano cleared his throat and went first, making mundane conversation and asking his name. Luciano purposely kept it simple and not very informative, growing bored with their attempts at being civil and he reached out with his mind, and gently eliminated any more questions they may have had to ask. He never realized Marcovaldo was harder to suggest too than the other man and that he was becoming more and more convinced he was sitting with a cold blooded killer. Before Marcovaldo had time to say or do anything, all of the girls came back to the table and for the next few minutes, there was a flurry of conversation as they all chatted about their evening so far. A slow song came on and at Adriana’s insistence, Luciano took her out onto the dance floor, his strong arm encircling her waist and he held her close as they gently swayed to the music. Sebstiano took out Cynthia and Greta had disappeared back to the main bar, flirting with a cute guy she had seen earlier. Marcovaldo seized the opportunity and approached the subject, although somewhat gingerly since he wasn’t sure how Tatianna would react. “Your sister’s friend, have you known him long?” He asked. “Since last night.” Tatianna replied and watched all the couples dancing on the floor. “We met him at the casino.” “Do you know much about him?” “No, not really. Only what he’s told Adriana.” “What do you know about vampires?” Marcovaldo asked bluntly. “Vampires, how did this come into the subject, I thought we were talking about Luciano.” Tatianna laughed. “They are one in the same, believe me.” She stopped laughing and stared at Marcovaldo, noticing he wasn’t laughing along with her and she suddenly grew afraid. “What did you just say?” “I must tell you something about Luciano Peverite and you must believe me, this is not a joke.” And quickly, because the song was coming to an end, he told Tatianna what the legend was of Adriana’s date, leaving out no detail and hoping to God she would warn her sister. “Adriana’s life may be in danger, for he’s nothing but a murderer of innocent people. Get her away from him before she too becomes another name in the long list of his dead lovers.” Tatianna could only stare in shock as she had listened to the sad and horrible tale, still not convinced that vampires existed and certainly unconvinced that Luciano was one. “Can you show me proof of what he is?” She asked, still skeptical. “Only look for yourself, beyond that sophisticated outer image, deeper into his black soul and you’ll see what I’m talking about. Now say not another word, here they come. Just think about what I‘ve said.” And for Tatianna, who was up until this point having a wonderful, fun filled evening of dancing, it all seemed tainted somehow especially when Marcovaldo’s story had already confirmed hidden suspicions of her own. She had been right, Luciano was too perfect. ~*~ Luciano reached out and with a steady hand grabbed Adriana before she slipped off the pier and into the canal, then guided her into the gondola. “Whoops, almost took another bath.” She giggled and sat down on one of the seats. “Adriana, are you all right?” He asked, as he sat down next to her and drew her into his embrace. His soul sighed with pleasure, it felt so right to have her there within the circle of his arms. “Just a little drunk, I think. Demasiado vino (Too much wine.)” She explained and laid her head on his shoulder. Luciano chuckled. “Do you know you lapse back into Spanish sometimes? You did it just now.” “Sorry, guess its something I can’t stop.” She snuggled closer. “You do it too, like last night when you were yelling at that woman on the other gondola.” “So I did. Very astute of you to notice. But I wonder.” Luciano gently took her chin and made her look up at him, her eyes luminous and dark in the night. “I wonder what you say in Spanish when a man is making love to you.” “Making love to me?” Adriana all but squeaked in alarm. “Um, Luciano, there’s something you should know about me.” His hands moved her face, caressing the cheekbones and cupping her face, the pad of his thumb rubbing suggestively across her full bottom lip. “I wonder do you whisper sweet nothings in his ear, as he kissing your neck?” He pulled her hair back, and gently kissed and licked that sensitive area, making Adriana glad she was sitting down, doubting her legs would have the strength to keep her standing. “I wonder, when he kisses you lower, to your breasts, so firm and round, do you breath into his ear how much you like his touch?” Hands moved slowly, sensually down her body until they claimed her breasts and Luciano gently splayed his hands over each, kneading them, teasing them until Adriana was moving against him, giving into the need that was building inside. “I wonder, when your naked and willing beneath him, what do you say when he....” Adriana almost came out of her seat when Luciano’s hands went lower, flowing over her body to the hem of her dress and slowly started to tug it upwards. “Oh mi dios, espera! (Oh my God, wait)” She cried out and grabbed his hands before they could continue working their magic over her body. “Please, no.” At her half sobbed denial, Luciano stopped his sensual assault and gathered Adriana back into his arms, concerned at her tears and panic. “Il mio angelo (My angel), what is wrong? Do I not please you?” He asked, finding it difficult to stop the roaring in his ears from the sensation of touching her. He cupped her chin and made her look at him, and he felt his soul twist in pain from the tears he saw brimming in her eyes, looking like diamonds caught in the dark fringe of her eyelashes. “Oh no, it’s not that. It’s just that, I’m.....I’m.” Adriana stammered at how to say it. “I’m not that experienced in loving someone.” It took a full minute for the meaning of her words to penetrate Luciano’s mind but when it did, he couldn’t contain his amazement and joy. For this meant she would be his again both body and soul. He would be the first to introduce her to the delights of making love, he would be the only one to love her and adore her body, as it deserved. Once again, they could reach the indescribable heights of love and shared ecstasy and arrogantly he was so pleased to know he would be the first and only one to have done so. Silently, he gathered her again in his arms, holding her close and soothed her with calm words of understanding. “Such a gift to be given to me again. Please don’t deny me this, Adriana.” He murmured against her hair. “I won’t rush you in this but I must have you and soon. Will you let me love you, as you deserve?” Adriana looked up into the face of Luciano, staring at his dark pleading eyes, almost losing herself in their depths and she felt an age old answer well up in her own soul. It didn’t matter that she had only known him for two days, knew nothing of this mysterious man who had easily laid claim to her body and heart. It didn’t matter that he was still a stranger to her by all accounts, all that mattered was it felt right. To love him and be loved in return, the feeling swelled within her heart and passed through her lips in a sigh of acceptance. “Yes, but not here and now. We need to...plan our night.” Luciano had never felt such joy as he did at that moment and he took her hands and rained kisses over them, whispering his joy in his language but certain she understood. “Agreed, for you are the heart of my soul, per voi è il cuore della mia anima. My soul has been denied too long the warmth of your love; it has been empty and dry. I thirst for you, Adriana, let me quench my thirst from you and soon.” “I too am thirsty and find myself needing a sweet taste of you to sustain me as well. We’re all going to Rome tomorrow for another tour and we should be back late tomorrow night. Will you wait for me?’ Luciano gently threaded his fingers through her hair, letting the strands fall out of his fingers like a shimmering curtain of silk. “I have been waiting for you, Adriana. And will wait again, for tomorrow night will be here soon enough. Call me when you arrive back at the hotel.” The gondola docked at their pier at Adriana’s hotel and reluctantly the lovers parted, their fingers still trying to touch the other’s as they said their goodbyes. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon as Adriana walked up to the hotel’s front door and she turned one last time to watch Luciano as the gondola pulled away from the pier. She was astonished when she saw that the gondola was now empty but shrugged, thinking he had decided to walk home instead, and she went inside. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Dark Heart - Chapter 7 |