The Romantic Beginning

As Abacor enters the room, he notices something about this night. A strange turn of events was about to unfold as he had foreseen it 3 years ago. He had seen a woman in a red dress in his visions. A woman that looked exactly like his late wife.

There she was in a room filled with other people. The room was dimly lit, the smell of scented candles filled the air and Abacor noticed that this woman was as beautiful as an angel. As Abacor thinks to himself he wonders "Was this the woman in his visions that he had foreseen or was she different?" She did look similar to his late wife though. Her face, her long dark hair, those beautiful brown eyes. He couldn't help but notice her voluptuous curves and ample breasts and soon found himself hungering for her. "Ahh, the irony!" he thought to himself. "But not yet. It isn't time yet. I want to savor this one." A barely discernible grin came across his face. "No, not yet," he said to himself, as he spun on his heels and headed toward the fireplace looking at the pictures of angels.

Abacor makes eye contact with this mysterious woman that resembled the woman in his visions and she made eye contact with him. They stare at each other for a moment and look away. His heart filled with joy knowing he had just found an angel. He slowly makes his way towards her and says "My name is Abacor, what's your name?" his voice sounded deep and romantic. "My name is Angel. It is a pleasure to meet you." Angel says with a soft angelic voice. "The pleasure is all mine" Abacor says

"Would you like to go somewhere more private and talk?" Abacor asks
Angel says "Certainly. Where would you like to go?"
"How about on the balcony under the moonlight? It's a beautiful night out." says Abacor

As they make their way to the balcony past the clear glass door overlooking the Desert Mountains, Angel trips on a piece of cloth from the couch that was nearby the balcony entrance and Abacor catches her in his arms. She looks at him with a lust in her soft beautiful eyes as she notices that he has a muscular body. He was wearing a white old English style shirt, black leather pants and black boots with gold trim that have buckles on the front. Angel was wearing a red velvet dress with black lace trim on the arms and it came 6 inches above her knees. She had on a sweet smelling perfume, red lipstick and red high heels that matched the dress.

Abacor takes one look at her and starts to examine her body up and down with a fiery passion in his eyes. He knew that Angel is the one for him. As they enter the night, the moonlight was shining down on her soft beautiful face. They stare at each other, lost in one another’s eyes. Abacor leans in and whispers softly in her ear "Your beauty shines brighter than all the stars on this clear moonlit night"

Angel says "Well, thank you very much. You are handsome yourself." As she looks deep into his eyes she notices that they start to turn a different shade of blue. A dark navy blue, almost as dark as the midnight sky. Abacor's eyes start to get darker and he looks away in haste. Not meaning to be rude, Abacor tells Angel "Please, don't look at me like that". Angel starts to ask and he already knew what she was going to say and says "Don't ask. Just please, don't look into my eyes like that."

Angel hangs her head in disbelief. Abacor goes over to her, puts his hand under her chin and gently raises her head and says "I like you. I like you a lot. There are things about me that is too hard to explain and I can't tell you right now. Just know that I do like you". Angel smiles at him and says "I like you too. But why won't you let me look into your eyes? You have beautiful eyes"

Abacor hangs his head and says "It's nothing bad. I haven't done anything wrong but, I just don't like it when people look into my eyes. When they do, I can read their thoughts." Angel looks at him confused and says "What am I thinking? Seriously, I am not going to look at you differently because, I do like you. You are mysterious and I want to get to know you better."

Abacor thinks for a minute, turns his head towards her as he makes eye contact, he looks deep into Angel's eyes and sees that she is now in a meadow of flowers running alongside with him. He knew right then and there that they were destined to be together. That the visions he had of her were true. But, could she be a part of his family and a part of his life? Was she able to really accept him for who he is if he told her what he is?

As the night grew longer, the smell in the air was filled with a sweet aroma of her perfume and it almost put Abacor in a rage where he looked at her neck, licking his lips with lust. He wanted to be with her so much that he could taste it. Taste her kiss, her lips pressing passionately up against his, their tongues massaging against one another with a passion that only Abacor knew once before and it scared him. He kept his composure as he slowly made his way to the other side of the balcony not giving any signs of what he was thinking. As Abacor and Angel talked to each other, Abacor kept avoiding the question that Angel was asking him, "Why are you so mysterious?". But, he never answered.

He asked Angel if she was ready to go home and she said "Yes. Do you drive?" Abacor said in a playful tone "Well, yes I do drive as a matter of fact. Would you like to go home?" Angel asked "Can I see your house?" Abacor, trying to hold back his temper with every ounce of energy he has, trying not to explode on this new found lust he has for this woman named Angel and says politely but, with a very little hint of aggressiveness in his voice "Not right now. I would have to get to know you better first and then introduce you to my family. Maybe some other time."

As they walked up to his car, a 1976 Shelby GT 500, Abacor opens the door for Angel. She get in, sits down and he closes it. He gets in, starts the car and listens to the sound of the engine for a minute before putting it into gear and takes off. He tries not to squeal the tires when he takes off but they let out a rather loud bark and the force of the takeoff pushed Angel back in her seat a little hard.

She sarcastically said "What are you trying to do give me whiplash?" He answered sarcastically "Nope. If I wanted to give you whiplash, I would have done a better job." Angel looked at Abacor with a playful grin as he looked back at her with the same playful grin. As they pull up to her house, the front porch light was on as she had left it. He gets out, goes over to her side, opens the door and lets her out.

She asks him politely, playfully and with a lustful tone "Would you like to come in?" Abacor says "I would love to, but I have to get back home. Maybe some other time Angel. I had fun tonight talking to you". "Likewise, I had fun talking to you as well" Angel says. Abacor leans forward looks deep in her eyes but, has to close them to close off the connection from reading her mind. He then gives her a hug and kisses her on her soft beautiful lips and feels the desire to bite her on her neck and he pulls away slowly to keep from sinking his fangs deep inside of her neck. He was nervous but, kept his composure.

"What made your parents name you Abacor?" Angel asks. Abacor had a blank but, lustful look on his face and said "I will tell you that some other time. Now is not the time because, I have to get back home. I will call you tomorrow and we can talk about it then." Angel writes her phone number on his hand and realizes that his hands are like ice and pulls away quickly while trying not to let him notice. Instead, she reaches into her purse to pull out a piece of paper from her purse and writes her number on it. He watches Angel as she ascends the stairs in front of her house, a gargoyle statue on both sides at the bottom of the stairs and an Angel with its wings spread wide at the top of the arch of the doorway. She goes inside and locks the door.

Abacor gets back into his car and takes off. This time, he didn't squeal his tires. He said to himself "Why this woman? What does she have to offer? She is so beautiful." More beautiful than his late wife that had been slaughtered right before his eyes by his own kind. It was other vampires that killed his wife before. If they found out about Angel, would they do the same? How can he protect her from harm? Abacor wants to get close to Angel but, is afraid of what might happen to her.

Abacor finally makes it home, goes inside his house, looks around and sees that everything is still in place. He puts the car keys on a hook hanging beside the door. His house was a huge 5 bedroom colonial style home. The stairs were made of oak, the windows were stained with angels fighting demons on them. The curtains were a velvet red satin fiber. There was a picture of a woman that hung over the fireplace that Abacor always went to every night before he went to bed. He walked slowly over to the portrait of this woman looked at it with a sadness in his eyes and said "Good night my Angel." Abacor walks up the spiral staircase and made his way into the master bedroom where he takes off his clothes, lays down in his bed, pulls the covers up to his chest, arms folded and says "Good night and sweet dreams Angel". He then falls fast asleep.