Yet, I was not scared...
By: Lilly Rose,
*For all those who think love is the scariest thing in the world...*

His eyes, thoses firey amber eyes, were resting upon mine looking in to my soul, taking all control

Yet, I was not scared.

His large cold hand with the long black sharp nails was resting upon my tender soft skin of my shoulder.

Yet, I was not scared.

His fingers slowly running over my neck, pulling me closer to his strong form, making me weak in the knee with lust.

Yet, I was not scared.

He lowers his head, slowly his eyes going to where my hair meets my neck. A deadly smile upon his lips.

Yet, I was not scared.

His breath washing over my warm skin to cool it, his hand slowly moving around my shoulders to trun my around,
so that my back is facing his front.

Yet, I was not scared.

His pale fingers lifting my havy hair from my shoulder lifting it away, to show my neck on his hungry sight.

Yet, I was not scared.

His face rubbing over my neck as he feels for that beating of my heart, his sigh of lust as he lifts his head to my ear.

Yet, I was not scared.

His cold wet tongue sending fire though my body, as it licked my skin upon my neck.

Yet, I was not scared.

His head lifting so that his lips are upon my ear, his voice sounding of angels speaking in my ear this:
"You are mine and mine alone!"

Yet, I was not scared.

His kisses pressing to that vein, thiat is beating faster then ever.

Yet, I was not scared.

His fangs slowly moving over my skin to find the right place, to cut in to me and drink of my life.

Yet, I was not scared.

His fangs cutting in my neck, breaking though my skin, pain rushing though this small form that I call my own.

Yet, I was not scared.

His lips working over the small twin cuts he made himself, the sound of sucking my ear.

Yet, I was not scared.

His drinking going on forever, my head starting to feel light, my body falling toward his, everything getting darker.

Yet, I was not scared.

His heading lifting from the my shoulder and neck.

Yet, I was not scared.

His hands spining me around yet agian, to look upon his amber of eyes, bruning with lust.

Yet, I was not scared.

His voice going quite, softer then a whisper, his arms going around me nice and tight. His head resting upon the other side,
his lips kissing my neck softly. His voice sounding in my ears with 3 words that I fear.. "I love you.."

Then.. I was scared.

(I hope you enjoyed this, I am not sure if it would be though of a poem or anything else. Well, please tell me what you think.. )