The cold wind swept through the open window, but the two people in the bed felt only the warmth from their entiwned bodies. He gazed at her, mesmerized by her lush, silky skin. She embodied beauty, her sexy body rising and falling with each heavy breath. He buried his hands in her hair, inhaling the scent of her strands. She was an epitome of desire, a woman worth dying for. His hands roamed her body, caressing her skin as he locked eyes with hers. Her soulful yet expressionless eyes captivated him, drawing him in. He lowered his lips to her breast, sucking gently but teasingly, her moans of ecstasy filled the room as her hands tangled his hair as his fingers squeezed her curves. He smirked, pulling her legs apart, he raised his head, his eyes burning with desire. Smiling, his lips met hers in a tender, intoxicating kiss. Her warm tongue danced with his as his hands explored her wet and she moaned out his name. He smirked, pulling out, but she held him tighter. He stroked, teasing her insides and she moaned, her arousal building. His fingers performing magic as he bit her skin tracing a path from her earlobe to her nape. She moaned once more, and he smiled. Feeling himself harden, he removed his belt, pulling down his pants, his eyes glued to hers. Her blush showed her arousal and she asked in a husky voice
"Touch me, atticus".
Atticus's heart pounded in anticipation and he drew closer to her. It was then he saw her clearly- messy hair, erotic smile, fully naked in his arms and soulful eyes.
Wait... Soulful eyes. Expressionless eyes. She was the lady in red. The one he couldn't forget.
"ARRRGH". Beads of sweat flowed down his face as he jumped off the bed. Turning back to it, it was a dream. Another dream. She wasn't there. Atticus sighed as he ran out of the room.
Atticus stormed in, his eyes wild, breathing heavily. Thomas looked up, amused "what the hell happened to you, did you fight a lion in your sleep. You resemble a man haunted by his ex wife. Well practically she is dead and..."
"Shut up". Fearing to touch his face. "...Am... Am I sweating". Atticus asked, panicking .
Thomas in response opened his mouth wide and covered them again with his palms "oh oh, you...you...you are". He replied.
"Ahhaaa". Atticus screamed going to the mirror. He has never sweated, he has never. This was the first time.
"What the hell happened to you". Thomas asked with worry all over his face, as he touched Atticus face.
"You are not just sweating, your whole body is crying. Are you suppose to sweat.... Do vampires sweat". Thomas asked in shock.
Atticus also held Thomas face.
" No we don't , we don't sweat. Am a creature of the night. But ...I...AM... SWEATING ". He shouted. "I am sweating Thomas".
"Does this mean you are turning into human". Thomas asked.
Atticus face reddened. "Oh oh... I don't want to turn into human". He sat on the floor, dangling his head back and forth.
"I will become a 'pathetic human'. I won't be this handsome again and then be like you. I will grow old. Old Thomas.". Atticus cried out as he held his head.
"Never my lord, I will find out what is going on..". Thomas said, patting Atticus's head.
"I know what is going on, that lady". Atticus accused.
"What lady". Thomas asked, clearly confused.
"The lady in red, the one at the gala". He said gnashing his teeth.
"Ooooh the lady in red, the one who turned you down without looking back. The one who you wanted to know more about but she didn't care to know about you. The one who after the dance walked away without...
"Shut up, yes , yes, you do not need to rub it in". Atticus said, his eyes narrowing at Thomas. Thomas chuckled.
"Ever since that night at the gala, I have been constantly tormented by her".
"What do you dream about...". Thomas asked in a low voice, raising a brow
"Thomas, focus". Atticus shouted, trying to avoid the topic.
"Find out everything about her, I need to know what she did to me". Atticus said as he sat down on his chair. Shaking his head.
"Don't worry, I promise to find out everything about the woman who rejected you...
"THOMAS". Atticus shouted as he threw a stapler at him. Thomas quickly ran off saying " if she rejects you again, I will bring a popcorn".
"Why me". Atticus said in frustration.