The First Act

                                            The First Act

Milan

I approached the Teatro alla Scala Opera House along with my devastatingly handsome companion Quinn at my side with butterflies in my stomach. These were not just your average butterflies, they were the ones that filled the pit of your gut and rose up to your throat trying to force their way out by any means necessary. As we slowly ascended the stairs a whisper carried on the wind caught my attention, sending chills throughout my entire body. I turned to see a mysterious yet familiar man watching me from a far. His long black curling hair tangled with the cream silk of a traditional shirt as more silk spilled over pale hands. His shirt drooped open displaying a slight hint of a lean bare chest outlined by satin. As he moved closer his stare seemed to draw me in more, drowning me in his two sapphire orbs, suffocating me. Quinn touched my arm and suddenly I was released and brought back to reality.

“Ani, darling we’re going to miss the first act of La Dame Aux Camelias,” he replied abruptly. I took his arm and looked back one last time to see that the mysterious figure was no longer there.

As we entered the Opera House a creamy, mellow voice drifted around us. The voice was so gentle, I wanted to glance up and see what face went with such words, but in my heart I already knew.  Quinn started tugging at my arm like a small impatient child continuing to pull me along trying to regain my attention. His efforts were sadly wasted, for I wasn’t the only one who was drawn immediately to the presence of the man I had seen earlier hiding in the darkness. The very essence of this mysterious gentleman seemed to scream from his body and reached for every soul in the room, especially mine. He stood very still among the crowd greeting them with a grin and I could see a slight flash of fang. I strained for one last look before he disappeared behind those marble doors, but Quinn regained my attention by pulling me roughly but discreetly into the theater.  The usher escorted us to our seats and I immediately felt the weight of someone watching me once again. I turned my head to the right and looked all the way to the highest balcony seat, and there he was staring at me…no watching me. Flattered, I quickly looked away and tried focusing on Quinn and the Opera which was about to begin.

“Ani,” a voice whispered to me. “Ani, you will not escape me tonight”

I looked around to see if Quinn or anyone else had heard the voice, but everyone was to busy reading the upcoming acts in the program. I glanced up to see the gentlemen still watching me with a wicked grin on his face. Was it him who was calling me? Why didn’t anyone else hear it? I leaned over towards Quinn’s ear and whispered lightly as not to surprise him.

“I will be right back darling; I have to go to the ladies room.”

I stood and walked calmly to the back of the theater only taking a peek over my shoulder once more to see if he was still watching me…and he was. The doormen opened the doors and as I was leaving an usher unexpectedly approached me stopping me in my tracks.

“Madame, the first act will begin soon, if you do not return in time, we will be forced to not let you back in until intermission,” said the usher.

“I understand,” I replied hastily and continued towards the ladies room.

I walked a few feet from the door and saw the ladies room approaching and yet I found myself turning away and walking straight upstairs as if something was pulling me. I climbed the stairs with the anticipation of seeing the beautiful stranger yet did not understand why he had such a hold over me. I reached the balcony and stood nervously outside of the closed off curtain that separated me from him. I could taste my pulse hammering in my throat as my hands began to shake.

“You may enter Ani,” said the seductive voice in a thick French accent behind the curtain inviting me in.

Without any words I walked through the curtain and just as I entered the first act of the opera began. The music was soothing and relaxing, taking away my anxiety of being in the balcony with another gentleman other then my companion Quinn. Before I even said anything I swiftly turned around, changing my mind and prepared to leave. All of a sudden he was standing in front of me, blocking me from exiting.

“You will not resist me tonight,” he said flashing more fang this time and moving slowly towards me.

His hands grabbed both my arms firm yet gentle, guiding me towards the side wall of the balcony.  His lips brushed mine tenderly and then the kiss became deeper, more passionate. I found myself not only letting him kiss me, but me kissing him back. I bit his lower lip slightly drawing a small sound of surprise from him. He pulled back and looked at me making a low growl from deep within his throat. He touched my hands and lifted them up, placing them on his shoulders.

“No,” I said trying to break free, but he pulled my arm closer to him bringing me with it once more.

His laughter filled the entire balcony, but no one was aware due to the thunderous volume of the opera. He moved once more with blinding quickness, my hands over his shoulders behind his neck as we began to kiss again. I felt his fangs brushing against my lips and then a swift piercing pain and the bitter copper taste of blood. He slowly moved from my lips to my neck, nuzzling at first, then kissing it ever so softly, bringing slight moans of pleasure from my throat.

“Say my name,” he asked still kneading my throat with his lips and tongue.

I didn’t respond at first, my words to breathy as each one was stopped by a moan of pleasure.

“Say it,” he demanded in a deeper aggressive tone.

“Pax,” I called out.

I could feel Pax smile against my skin and then felt his hand move towards the back of my dress where he proceeded to unzip me. He continued kissing me as his fingertips slid the straps of my dress off of my shoulders. His hands ran over my breasts, grasping them as his fingers moved over my nipples. I pressed harder into him as his mouth found my breast and he began sucking it gently. My hands moved along his rigid chest and then slowly down, were I felt his hardness growing. I grabbed for the zipper of his pants and pulled down, freeing him. Pax caught me around the waist and lifted me up still pressed against the wall. Reaching down and lifting my dress, he pulled off my white sheer panties in a quick motion.

“You’re wet,” he said

“I know,” I replied my voice trembling with anticipation. “Please…I need you.”

My legs wrapped around him forcing him to slide inside of me. I could feel every inch of him, working its way inside, building a rhythm. As he started pumping faster and harder his mouth found its way back to my neck, licking it gently and sometimes kissing it. Pax lifted me in his arms off the wall and he flung me to the floor, collapsing on top of me still moving his body inside and out. I raised my hips to meet his body and matched his rhythm perfectly. As the first act of the play began to reach its climax, so did we, matching the music of the opera like it was our own. His hands slid around my waist once more thrusting inside of me sharper, until I wasn’t sure whether it was pleasure or pain I was feeling. The orgasm was building; I felt it filling me up almost flowing over in small spasms.

“Not yet,” I whispered to myself, preventing me from releasing, not until I was sure that Pax was there with me. 

His breathing changed, quickened and a small moan signaled me that he was close as well. He dug his head into my neck once more and as he nuzzled my throat I felt the sharpness of teeth pressing slightly. A quick pain caught me off guard as he sank his teeth deep into the side of my throat and I felt him draining the blood from me. Suddenly, the orgasm caught me in a burst that arched my spine and made me cry out as Pax climaxed as well, releasing my neck with blood dripping down his mouth staining his cream silk shirt. The music of the opera hid our screams of pleasure as the end of act one approached. Pax collapsed on top of me slowly and gently licking the remaining blood left behind on my neck and kissing me softly on the lips one last time.

The lights came on inside the theater and intermission was taking place. The audience started moving around stretching becoming restless, but still enjoying the opera. I left the balcony as if nothing were wrong descending the stairs swiftly as not to draw attention to myself. Finally, seeing the ladies room come up, I walked in to check my dress, hair, make-up, everything before I went back to join Quinn. I smoothed out the wrinkles in my dress and brushed my hair back as if nothing happened. As I looked in the mirror and saw no reflection staring back at me, I could not help but smile as the images of us played back in my mind as if it were a movie. Pax my vampire lover and I truly enjoyed role playing, it certainly spiced up our sex lives. This time, it was my turn to pick when, where, and what characters we would play, but I decided to change it up a bit and bring in a new player. That’s where Quinn comes in…the next act should truly be interesting.

As I hear more ladies approaching the bathroom I hurry out to rejoin Quinn as though not to worry him. Walking through the theater I find him exactly where I left him. The first glance of me and he stands up embracing me with a hug and a kiss.

“Darling, what happened to you during the first act? I thought that something terrible happened,” he said sounding sincere enough.

“I just got locked out during the first act going to the ladies room. The usher would not allow me back in,” I replied reassuring him that everything was alright.

We both resumed our seats and prepared to watch the next act.

“Did I miss anything,” I asked curiously

“Not really, I found the first act quite boring myself,” replied Quinn.

“No worries dear, I’m positive that the second act will leave you breathless,” I replied smiling wickedly and showing a hint of fang.


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