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Chronicles of the Dark Prince Part Four
by Denise Edwards
Monday, May 8, 2006

Rated "R" by the Author.

       
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     Events from Fifty years earlier. Prince Von Karvisslow takes Isabella Strasserheim

   The moon's glow cast a bright bluish hue to her shiney black mane.  She walked slowly, unaware of the creature hovering above her.  Black eyes glistened with lust, as he methodically
stalked the raven haired beauty, determined to possess her youthful beauty, her energy,,,her life!  She entered the marketplace and strolled the many rows of fresh fruit, breads and cheeses.  Her fiance would be joining her for dinner tonight.  Isabella was excited, for she loved Edmond very much.  She was so into her shopping, she didn't see the tall, handsome gentleman before her, until she nearly bumped into his wide chest!  Isabella gasped, wide eyed at the gentleman.  She was embarrassed, but more than that, she was aswestruck!  Never in her life ahd she seen such a beautiful, perfect man! 


   Taller than most men she knew, he had very pale, flawless skin, stretched tight over high cheekbones and a straight nose.  His mouth was wide and full, the lips a deep, moist rust tone.  Shoulder length black hair was combed back, sleek and shiney, to reveal a prominent wisdom peak.  But his eyes!  Isabella could not look into the dark depths.  She felt a sensation of drowning, slipping away from herself.  Her heart raced.  He had a very powerful, dominate presence that frightened her, and yet attracted her at the same time.


   She excused herself and bowed in respect.  The Prince reached out and lifted her chin.  Isabella felt the blush creep up from her bussom, slowly rising to her cheeks.  He smiled but said nothing, yet she heard his desire, his need, whispered
from some secret place that he had pulled her into.  Shaken, Isabella hurried away, eager to get home, eager to be with her beloved Edmond again.  Isabella frowned as she rushed home, because she had suddenly felt guilty.  Guilty that a stranger could make her feel such things, such desires and needs.  Oh, she had felt his need, but also her own!  They had connected, in some silent yet powerful void....................


.............................(".She is the one!  Exquisitely beautiful and
young.  Innocent Isabella!"), Von Karvisslow's dark eyes glistened with lust.  Lust, not for her flawless young flesh, not for the pure pleasure her tender body offered.  No, he lusted for her soul!  She would be a wonderful, welcome companion for him, throughout the hundreds of years ahead.  He watched from atop the staircase, as she entered his house.  It had taken longer than he expected.  Two weeks, to convince her to join him for dinner, but her desires, her yearnings for more life, more excitement than poor dull Edmond offered her, had led her to him.  He went down to greet her.  Never had he seen eyes as hers!  Rich amethyst, set between a lush fan of shiney black lashes.  Her small oval face was and straight nose were perfect, as were her lips.  She was a natural beauty.  Cosmetics would only disguise her elegance.
  
 After being seated, they enjoyed great conversation over really good wine.  Karvisslow's hunger grew and grew as he watched her amicable display. He stared boldy at her throat.  He could hear her blood as it pulsed through her tiny veins, warm and sweet.  Soon  After dinner, he led  Isabella to his backyard, to walk by the ponds and watch the swans glide across the dark water.  It was there that he kissed her.  Relaxed from the wine and drunk from the man's presence, Isabella wandered into a sensual zone unknown to her, dazed and under the Karvisslow's powerful influence, she gave over to his seduction.  Karvisslow slowly removed her gown and lay her trembling form in the cool grass.  He whispered things of strange lands, times and ways, as he parted her slim legs.
  Karvisslow's black eyes suddenly turned blood red as he readied himself between her satiny thighs.  Isabella waited,
in a trancelike state.  She heard him laugh softly.  She felt his manhood press against her softness.  Then she screamed.  The Prince spoke softly to her.  He gave her promises of eternity.  Her scream was sweet music.  "Tonight, dear Isabella, is the beginning of your life, as you willingly give me your body, your heart,,,and your soul!"  He entered her at the same time his fangs pierced her throat....................................................   



 
 

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Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 5/8/2006
Excellent write, Denise; very well done! :)

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Felix Perry 5/8/2006
Still keeping us at the edge of our seats in a rush to know what will happen next and the mixture of erotica, him entering her and biting her at the same time is a new twist in explicity that I kinda liked. Keep at it Denise, think you are on to somthing here.

Felix

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