Lady Of The Night (12)

Mary could not move a single muscle as the beautiful vampire stretched out her hand and lovingly caressed her cheek.

Perhaps 'lovingly' was the wrong choice of word because there was not a hint of lust or desire in the vampire's eyes as she gazed at her.

Those deep crimson eyes shone eerily with a hypnotic light that made it hard to look away. 

Mary found herself drowning in the vampire's gaze and felt her head slowly go blank.

The underground room was extremely silent. All she could hear was the sound of her own breathing.

Mary felt cold chills run down her spine as the vampire continued to stroke her cheek and her hand began to roam over her face.

She lightly touched her nose, her forehead and even the tip of her ears.

Have you ever stared into the face of death?

Felt the shadow of the reaper loom over your body?

The young woman shivered as she recognised exactly what this beautiful vampire's true nature was.