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Anna took the old-fashioned elevator with a gate up to her penthouse apartment. She unlocked the front door and walked into her beautiful apartment. The couches were black leather, the carpet a pristine, plush white. There was her state of the art entertainment center. Postmodern art and black and white photos decorated the white walls. Sitting in the corner of the couch on top of an afghan was her black cat Azzy, short for Azrael. She went over to him and kissed him on the top of his head, then sat down herself. She got up again to take off her cloak and kick off her heels. She was 5'6" and with heels she was 5'8 1/2". Behind the couch was a black lacquered table where she kept a phone. She played back her messages. A few were from annoying telemarketers, one was from her Dentist's office to confirm an appointment next week, several were from friends inviting her to parties, but one was from Juanelo. "Mi amor, why did you run out so. With you as my heroine, think of the possibilities. I cannot give you up. I will not give you up. You are probably still mad at me. I will try to talk to you again. Adios, mi amor." Anna sighed deeply and leaned her head back onto the couch. Absent-mindedly she stroked Azzy. She sighed again more deeply. Thoughts started running through her mind. Why was she so insanely attracted to Juanelo? Why does she want what she can't have. Is she more masochistic than she thought? She had feverish dreams about him, rated triple x. Her desire for him will be her undoing. Her tragic flaw. But she knew him. She knew that she would succumb to him and desire him like a drug. And they would have to meet clandestinely. Only kisses in the shadows, never in the daylight. Which would suit him just fine for he is all but shadow and blackest night. She got up and walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a bottle of vitamin water. As she drank it, she walked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet of the tub. She thought it would be nice to take a hot bath. She walked back into the kitchen and replaced her vitamin water with a glass of Merlot. She went into her bedroom and stripped down. Before going into the tub she looked at herself in the mirror. Her dark brown hair that framed her face fell a few inches above her waist. Her dark brown eyes were alert and mysterious. Her full lips wore a shade of dark red. And she had a noticeable beauty mark on the left side of her cheek. People have told her that she is quite lovely, but she knew she was average and people were being kind. She had a medium build. She had a tattoo of a bleeding red rose on her left shoulder. She took her Browning with her into the bathroom and closed the door. She lit a few candles, dimmed the lights, and with wine in her hand stepped into the jacuzzi sized tub. She turned on the jacuzzi jet streamers and relaxed. She must have drifted off for at least 20 minutes when she heard very loud knocking at her door. She wondered what time it was and if that was Brandon ready to pick her up. She got out of the tub reluctantly and put on her monogrammed terry cloth robe. She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. She couldn't see anything. She had brought her Browning with her so she unclicked the safety. She stood to the side of the door and opened it while aiming the gun chest level. As she did that all of the sudden she felt utterly cold, like an arctic blast had just swept by and all she could see were shadows, and she knew who was at the door. "Mi amor, forgive me but I had to see you. The hunger in your eyes match the stirrings in my soul." "What the fuck are you doing at my doorstep?" The Immortal of Death glided in, his movements were fluid and unseemly, like shadows. "You can put down the gun, love." Anna reluctantly gave it up and placed it inside the pocket of her robe. "It looks like I caught you in the middle of a bath. Please don't let me stop you, we can talk while you bathe." "Um, no, I don't think so." He promptly took off his cloak of shadows to reveal that he was wearing dark black silk trousers and an expensive black silk shirt and he wore a tie, with maroon designs of skulls and crossbones. How quaint. He proceeded to sit on the couch by Azzy. The cat woke up and stared at him. Juanelo looked at the cat and whispered, "Boo." The cat hissed and jumped off the couch and ran away. "Must you terrorize every single living creature you come across?" "I never did like cats, little one." "No, of course not, you prefer your hell hounds." "Precisely, love." Juanelo put both his arms out on the back of the chair. His presence was as commanding and alarming as only Death can be. Anna remained standing by the door, still figuring out how he let himself in. "Mi amor, please sit." And he patted the seat next to him. "No thanks, I prefer to stand." "You are a stubborn creature, little one." "I have to be when I'm dealing with the likes of you." Anna decided to sit on the loveseat next to the couch. "What the hell do you want now?" "Just your company, my love." "I'm not your fucking love. Stop using terms of endearment with me. You're talking to the wrong woman. Those are supposed to be reserved for your wife." "Mi amor, don't be like this, I only came to chat." Anna looked at the clock hanging on the wall and noticed she had 45 minutes to get ready. "Well make it quick. You've got 15 minutes. I've got somewhere to go." "You have a date?" "If I did it still wouldn't be any of your business." "Of course not, I was just wondering." "Wonder all you want." "Anna do not be so curt and acerbic with me." "Look, Juanelo I don't want to be your heroine." "But you see love you wield the Kiss of Death, only the heroine of Death can wield that sword." "Well I am the exception to the rule. I didn't intentionally try to kill your last hero. It wasn't my fault that he had gone mad." "Yes, Drakus was poisoned love. That's why he behaved so. Killing him could not be helped. But the sword recognized you and allowed you to wield it. Only the true heroine of death can wield it." "I'm the Mistress of Pain and Pleasure." "As you always will be, but now you can add to your resume, Heroine of Death." Then he stared at her with lust in his eyes. "Stop looking at me that way." "I just realized you're not wearing anything underneath that robe." "You have an astounding powers of observation." Anna rolled her eyes. In a blink of an eye he was on top of her on the love seat. Before she could protest his lips were on top of hers. She proceeded to bite him. Juanelo laughed and sat down next to her and picked her up and put her in his lap. "Let me the fuck go. I'm not two years old." "I know you're not, little one. But I think you deserve a spanking." "You're really kinky, Juanelo." He stroked her hair and the side of her face. He kissed her gently on her neck. Anna closed her eyes for a moment and let him. "There, there, anna maria, be a good girl." She woke up and went to slap him. He caught her arm and pinned her down. "Don't fight me, love. I know this is what you want." "You'll never be able to give me what I want | ||||||||||
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"You're not my mistress, Anna. You refuse all my advances. Be my heroine. Be my lover. And then you will not be merely the Mistress of Pain and Pleasure." Juanelo didn't pay attention to the small wound for it healed itself soon after because he was immortal. "I will never enter your bed." "But you already have. I know your dreams. I know your fantasies." "More like nightmares." "You want to feel the length of my body pressed against yours. You want to feel my mouth over yours, all over your body, deep within your innermost intimate parts." "It's no wonder you are bound to the Immortal of Dreams because you really have quite deluded fantasies." Suddenly he was pressed against the front of her, his hands holding her wrists behind her. She instinctually kicked him and tried to knee him in the groin. Juanelo deftly placed his knee between her legs and held her steady. His dark eyes bored into hers. She could see nothing but an empty void with a flicker of flames. She felt lost and felt her thoughts swimming. "Don't stare too deeply, my love. I may not be held accountable for what I can do next." "Let me go." He pressed his forehead against hers, his lips nearly touching hers. She felt his ice cold breath upon her face. "Do you feel the chill, my love? Are you scared? Let me look into your eyes once more." She arrogantly stared back into his eyes. His cold breath extended all the way down her arms, her torso, and her legs. She fought the desire to shiver, but it could not be helped. The Immortal of Death held both her wrists with one hand and used the other to stroke her hair and her face. Staring into his eyes, she felt empty, alone, forsaken. She felt herself drowning in an abyss. He gently spoke to her in hushed tones, while continuing to stroke her face and hair. "There, there, little one, tell me what you see. Tell me how you feel. Remember, I know when you lie." He chuckled to himself gently. "Just leave me be.... Please. Leave me. Let me go." His lips were nearly touching hers when he spoke. "I cannot, my love. Tell me that you want this. Tell me that you need this. Tell me this is your every waking fantasy and desire. Tell me and it might be yours." She turned her head away and stopped staring into his eyes. He forcefully turned her head back to his and held her jaw. He lifted her jaw and traced his cold breath along her neck. "Don't fight me, little one. I tire of your games." "You're the one playing games here. Not me. I just want you to let me go." He traced her jaw line with his black leather gloved hand. She started to struggle. He held her tighter. "Little one, you know I love you." The tears started to well up in her eyes. He saw them and kissed her eyes gently, stroking her hair and face. "Please stop." He hushed her gently. "Shhhh... my sweet, sweet Anna." He kissed her then, but she refused to comply. He let go of her arms and hugged her to him. "Why do you resist the Kiss of Death, little one?" "Because this is the Kiss of Death I had in mind." Anna was wielding her sword, "The Kiss of Death" and it was pointing upwards on his rib cage, aiming for his immortal heart. Juanelo continued to hug her, kissed her on the forehead, and laughed a loud, mirthful, bear-like laugh. "Oh Anna, you do know how to amuse me. You are captivating." She dug the sword into him, almost piercing his flesh. "I hope you like the amusement I have for you now, Juanelo." | ||||||||||
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