Oh god....my loneliness is taking over my nervous system right now...haha!Your story is so romantic...
And put Jude law on the cover! Plz i might actually feel bettet
Dude!! That was really rad!!
So we are shying away from the classic "Vampire." We are looking for an as yet unidentified ancient supernatural being with the appeal of vampire--without the cheesines... Their first encounter---I am thinkin on skype--he can see her--but he covers the webcam so she cannot see him. He asks her to sit at her piano and play for him as he watches online...though she can't see him and has no way of knowing what he looks like--she is incredibly attracted to him. His voice is velvety and smooth and she feels the resonance from it in her chest. It is engulfing her as she plays seemingly reaching every part of her frame..she has never felt lust while sitting on a piano bench and her breathing becomes irratic..... ---our first big description of steamines. She is so overcome with lust and attraction that she is forced to channel that energy into her playing...and reaches a..shall we say new level of abilities--right then and there.... ( what is she going to play for her supernatural piano instructor --think of something that exudes passion--lust-- a mainstream piece--but one that a super-serious pianist would play for an audition.) She felt something dark and sinister wrapping around her mixed in with the silky hypnotic voice coming from her computer. Something full of lies...and with it's own motives...but full of red hot desire.... it is something so powerful and so irresistible--and so wrong... it's wrong but she is tired of fighting it... she surrenders and lets the dark energy have her. Her hands are playing feverishly--but she is barely aware of it. Such music in her ears...surely that couldn't be her playing that. She had never been able to play that quickly, and cleanly--but she is playing. Her hands feel so light as they strike each key precisely as Beethoven had dictated --she closes her eyes and sees the black carriage with it's strange driver...the image from her dreams.. Now she is again aware of her hands--the melody she is playing is hanging in the air around her--she can see the beauty of it--the energy it is creating Then the darkness starts whispering to her--making the voice from the computer sound distant and muddled. He is waiting in the carriage... hissed the voice in her head. This revelation only serves to magnify her attraction.That night she dreams.... (tell me what she dreams..)