Cynthia drove slowly up the long driveway and parked in front of the two-story log cabin. After stepping out of her car, she glanced around at the vast landscape spread out before her. Dark silhouettes of huge oak trees stood off in the distance and running through the front yard was a clear sparkling stream. With a deep and steadying breath, she stepped onto the front porch and knocked lightly on the door.
Ambrose opened the door a moment later with a warm and welcoming smile. “Hello, Cynthia! I am so glad you came tonight. Please, come inside,” he said while stepping aside and allowing his guest to enter. “Welcome to my home.”
“You have a lovely home!”
“Thank you,” Ambrose replied while gently closing the door. “Would you care for something to drink?”
“I would love a cup of coffee.”
“Do you use cream or sugar?”
“I prefer to drink mine black.”
“All right, make yourself at home and I’ll be back in a moment.”
After Ambrose exited the room, Cynthia wandered over to the window and peered outside. The cabin’s warm interior seemed to wrap itself around her as she gazed out at the peaceful night. The sky appeared inky black and was filled with millions of tiny stars twinkling overhead. The silvery full moon illuminated the tall oak trees in the distance, bathing their branches in shades of light charcoal gray. Cynthia felt so enthralled by the scene outside, she didn’t hear Ambrose as he walked quietly up behind her.
“Here’s your coffee,” Ambrose said, causing Cynthia to whirl around with a startled gasp. “I’m sorry, my dear. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“It’s okay,” Cynthia replied. “I was so focused on the beautiful scenery outside I didn’t hear you come back into the room.”
“Yes, it is a very beautiful night.”
Cynthia took the cup from Ambrose’s outstretched hand and watched as the steam curled upward, filling the room with its delicious aroma. She blew lightly on the cup’s edge and took a small sip, savoring the coffee’s warmth and flavor on her tongue.
“You make very good coffee, Ambrose.”
“Aren’t you going to drink anything?”
“I’ll have something later. I’m not very thirsty at the moment.”
“Oh, okay,” Cynthia muttered and then took another careful sip. “How do you like living in America?”
“It’s different but nice.”
“Have you made many friends since you moved here?”
“I haven’t really tried making any friends. I’m what you Americans call a loner. I prefer to spend most of my free time alone.”
“Don’t you ever get lonely being by yourself?”
“Not really. I enjoy my own company.”
“You really should try to make a few friends. It’s not good for a person to spend all their time alone. It helps to have a friend who you can talk to.”
“I consider you as my friend, Cynthia. I feel very comfortable talking to you.”
“I think of you as a good friend too,” Cynthia replied as she quickly averted her gaze. “Can I, uh, use your bathroom?”
“Sure! It’s the last door on the left at the end of the hallway.”
Cynthia strolled down the long hallway, the coffee cup still clutched in her hands. Ambrose stood next to the sofa, watching until she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
When Cynthia returned to the living room a few minutes later, she was greeted by a very enticing sight. Ambrose lay stretched out full length on the black leather sofa with his bare feet hanging over the arm. He had removed his black cotton T-shirt and now wore only a pair of snug-fitting jeans which rode dangerously low on his narrow hips. Cynthia could only stare in obvious astonishment while a warm and tingling sensation coursed through her body. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, causing her grip to tighten more firmly around the delicate coffee cup.
“If you squeeze that cup any harder, my dear, you’re going to crush it in your hands.”
“Oh!” Cynthia exclaimed as she glanced down in stunned surprise at the coffee cup still clutched in both hands. “I didn’t realize that I was holding onto it so tight.”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“Of course not! Why would I be frightened of you?”
“I really don’t know, my dear.”
Ambrose suddenly bolted upright on the sofa, causing Cynthia to scream out in fright. She dropped the coffee cup onto the wooden floor, where it shattered into tiny little pieces.
“Are you alright, Cynthia?”
“My God, Ambrose! Are you trying to scare me now?”
“I am so very sorry, my dear. I didn’t mean to frighten you like that.” Ambrose patted the sofa cushions beside him. “Come and sit next to me.”
After hesitating for several moments, Cynthia nervously sat on the sofa beside Ambrose. He placed his cool palm against her flushed cheek and lightly stroked her warm flesh with gentle caresses of his fingertips. A powerful sensation traveled along the entire length of his arm and settled in the center of his chest, making him draw in a deep, startled breath. The feel of Cynthia’s silky smooth skin beneath his fingers caused a burning desire to radiate all through his body.
Ambrose led Cynthia into his bedroom, where thick black curtains covered the one tiny window. The walls were painted a dark charcoal gray, matching the darker shades of gray in the shag carpet.
“Why have you brought me in here, Ambrose? Are you planning to seduce me?”
“Yes,” Ambrose truthfully admitted. “I have wanted to be with you ever since the moment I first saw you last night.”
Ambrose could hear Cynthia’s heart beating rapidly and the blood flowing through her veins, which triggered a raging hunger that he could no longer control. He trailed his lips soothingly over her exposed throat, letting his sharp fangs scrape lightly against the throbbing vein in her neck. While breathing in the intoxicating scent of her flowery perfume, he sank his fangs deep into her tender flesh. She struggled in his embrace for a brief moment, then she sighed softly and abandoned herself to the exquisite sensations of his immortal kiss as he fed hungrily from her life giving essence.
“You belong to me now,” Ambrose whispered softly before closing the tiny pinpricks on Cynthia’s neck with one swift flick of his tongue. “Open your eyes, my love.”
“I-I can’t,” Cynthia muttered, while keeping her eyes tightly closed. “I just want to go to sleep.”
“You can sleep later, my dear. I need for you to open your eyes and look at me.”
Cynthia forced her heavy lidded eyes open and gazed at Ambrose warily. “What’s happening to me? Why am I feeling so tired and sleepy?”
“I’ll explain everything to you later. Right now, there’s one more thing we need to do.” Ambrose cut a long gash across his bare chest with his fingernail and lowered Cynthia’s mouth to the bleeding wound. “You must drink now, my dear.”
“Wait!” Cynthia protested as she quickly pulled her mouth away from Ambrose’s chest. “Why are you wanting me to drink your blood?”
“You must feed from me to complete the bonding ritual.”
“What bonding ritual?”
“I have chosen you as my eternal life mate. We will be bound together forever by our shared blood.” Ambrose replied, while gazing deep into Cynthia’s eyes with his black hypnotic gaze. “I command you to drink now!”
Ambrose lowered Cynthia’s mouth back to the open wound on his chest and watched as she obediently began to drink. After several moments had passed, he pulled her mouth off his chest and quickly closed the wound with just a touch of his fingertip.
“The ritual is now complete, my love. You are mine for all eternity.”