Writer's Block

Here I was sitting listening to music, bored out of my mind, when I heard something behind me. Now, I am used to feeling things. Ghosts - and other things. So I tried to ignore it. I knew I was going to be home alone all weekend, so I did not think it would be someone that could touch me skin to skin. But then I felt fingers slowly drifting in my hair. I was still trying to ignore it. So many ghosts just don't get that when you are role playing, you don't want to be messed with.

My body jumped back as I felt a hand move around my neck.

"Lilly..."

I blinked, I felt it here holding me back against some hard form behind the chair. Not a ghost. I typed the 3 simple letters: 'BRB', to most of my friends. My head tilted up and I looked up into the eyes of a man that I thought I had merely been dreaming about.

My lips pressed into a frown; he could tell that I was not sure what the hell was going on.

"Ah, my dear, how disappointed I am that you don't recall me."

He sounded as if he was going to let go, but he didn't. His cool fingers still pressed against my skin. His eyes flashed around the room, catching sight of a few of my personal things, such as a rather large stack of paper that I was madly going though to find the poem that Spidey's computer lost. He smirked.

"Jaden…" I whispered and I wished.

"Oh, so the little slave remembers her Master's name now, does she?"

He seemed to smirk at the tone in my voice. I was a bit scared, who wouldn't be? I knew that he was here, because I most likely called to him as I was tossing papers around the room. I was most upset I couldn't find my poem. I had tried making a new one, but the words just wouldn't come to me. I know I called to him. I know I whispered. 'Please... Jaden…'

I'd just never known he would hear me when I was barely even whispering. I guess when someone owns your soul, they just know when you need them.

"Writer's block my dear?" he asked as he slowly let his fingers slip down towards the low cut shirt I was wearing. I remember putting it on after my shower - it was so hot, I had no idea it was the best thing I could have worn, for it allowed his fingers to easily find the softness of my skin.

My heart beats harder.

I nodded, "Yes." My lips were now not in the frown I first allowed to press them, but instead in a soft gasp, as his fingers trailed over my right breast, I believe he was most of overjoyed to find that I forwent a bra tonight. Perhaps part of me knew that I would be found by him, then again bras are hateful things, are they not?

"Perhaps I should do something about it then..."

His voice was in a hushed tone, as he lifted his hand from my shirt to my hair. He pushed back the dark mass of locks to clear the side of my neck. I whimpered.

"You gave this to me... My little slave, your soul, your blood… Your very life, do you remember? The words you put together in that small poem? How you longed for a night with me?"

His grin was evil, his words dripping with something I knew must be hunger or lust. With him I imagined it was both.

I nodded, just barely.

He understood. My thoughts were all of him. He understood I could barely think at all. I felt his warm breath whisper across my neck. I almost melted, I almost fell off the black leather computer chair, as his lips pressed to my neck, finding the small, beating vein.

I waited.

There was nothing, nothing at first, as his other arm came around me, pushing the chair back to him. I felt as if I had found myself in a dream, that the pleasure I was feeling was not real. However I woke from that thought as his fangs slipped into my skin; I heard the tearing sound. I was lost, lost in the feelings that Jaden, no, my Master was giving to me.

He seemed to know that my body was betraying me. I felt the heat grow between my legs, my nipples harden; it was almost quick and painful the way of this need. I wanted to feel him. But the back of the chair was all that I could rest against. His lips sucked the life's blood from me.

I felt so weak.

Not from the loss of blood, but from the small growing need that was starting to burn over my soul, the soul that belonged to him. It felt as though he would feed upon me forever, for a lifetime. My eyes had drifted shut, my brain moving as it always does. As poetry. His soft whisper came to me next, as he lifted his bloody mouth my to ear.

"Write."

It was a command.

I gazed up at the computer and shut down everything, it was just a few easy clicks before I got to the word program. His hands were not still, no his hands had come down upon my shirt, ripping it open. Shock overcame me, but I had to follow his orders. After he discarding the few scraps of cloth, he nodded to me to start typing.

I stared at the white screen. My mind was still miles away, and his fingers carefully picked up a hair accessory on my desk, making short work of tying my hair up, so that my neck was bare for him. His nails ran down my neck, making me whimper and moan in need. His smile gazed back at me from the computer screen.

'Finger nails down my skin.
Fangs cutting in.
Blood upon me. '

I got a smirk from those little words, but it didn't seem right, I gazed upon them as he brought his mouth to the back of my neck, sucking at first. I wonder how he knows the things he does, as he bites there. I scream, most likely everyone in 10 miles can hear me. I almost came from that simple bite. And he knows it.

'Pleasure a painful call.
I am His, to do His bidding.
My Master waits.

Hiss of his breath upon
My skin.
I beg for Him to make me sin.

"Jaden!" I moan.
Calling him from the night.
He'll find me. '

I don't know how I got the words to come out, as his fingers rolled my nipples, making me blind with pleasure. I was so lost in it. Yet, whenever I stopped to take it in, he would stop and whisper. "Write." He was doing this for me, he was making me open my mind to the pleasure and the words at the same time.

'An open window,
the wind breathing upon
my skin.

I wish for it to
be His touch. My Master
I always let in.'

"Let me in…" he whispers kissing along my neck again. I almost thought he was going to bite me again; I wanted it. I would hand over my life in a breath? Why, because I am under his power, I always have. The moment I read the High Priestess' fiction I was lost. But not for a moment did I think I would feel his power.

'Death's cold touch,
It's a river in His eyes.
As he finds me.

Death has come.
And Jaden is his name.

There was no scream upon my lips.
As I saw his fangs.
A tilt of my head,
My hair sliding past my skin.'

His lips were pressed in a smirk. "Death's cold touch?" He whispers in my ear. I did not try to fight the chill that went down my back as he moved his fingers from my chest to go down my belly, I knew the path that he was taking. Breathe. My mind screamed to me, "Write." His lips hiss across my ear.

'I bear it all.
Skin to fang.
He'll feed!

Let me give in,
Let me give in.
To leather and fangs.
To make him Smile.'

He knew I wanted to give him pleasure, but still his fingers moved over my skin, brushing past he jeans I wore today. They were carefully picked out because of work. But I heard his hands making short work of the jeans, careful fingers taking hold of the small zipper. My breathing was a little off as I tried to keep my eyes on the computer screen.

'I'll lose the battle,
yet I care of it not.
He'll win, for how
Can I not give in?

I'll waste away in the night.
Waiting for him.
My Master.'

Now pleasure had a new name, a name that I gasped now, as his skilled fingers slowly entered my heat. He was laughing at me, the way I wiggled to get closer to his fingers. "So impatient… my poor little slave…" The words where hissed in my ear, his head by now was resting upon my shoulder. Gods, I needed and wanted him. He still had yet to kiss me, put his lips near mine and really kiss me.

'Finger nails run down my skin.
A kiss of death.
Words of breathless sin.
Blood drips,
As I give in.'

I was giving, I was falling in the darkness that he was weaving around me. The pleasure was merely a tool to get me to write. I knew this, but still I wanted more, my brain was linked to the mindless feelings, fingers dancing upon the keyboard as his made their burning dance upon my soft wet skin.

'Hidden smile upon lips.
Fingers in knotted hair.
Sweat kissed skin.

His name is my Sin.
Jaden.'

His lips were moving around the wound he made on my neck, "A kiss?" he whispered upon skin. He knew me so well. I played with words all the time. The words I used only held my meaning, other meanings were thrown out the window. The kiss I spoke of though was the one I longed for as his fingers pressed against the small knot hidden within the folds of the flower.

I was allowed then to throw my head back, to rest it yet again upon his strong shoulders. There were tears in my eyes. I was almost to die, to die the little death at his hands. How many times did I lay in my bed wishing for it, pretending my hands were his? Oh, what a sick little girl I have become. Would he whisper that in my ear if he knew?

He forced my hands from the side of the chair to back to keyboard, he was the one who wanted me to move faster now. I understood. The sooner I finish the sooner he gets what he needs. How my fingers shook as I typed the last few lines.

'It isn't a Moan,
Nor a whimper.
As my heart stops.
I know he's there.

…And I am no longer scared.'

He waited, I stared at him not knowing what else to type. What did I write to finish a poem? I was disappointed as his hands lifted my body. "Well? Is it done?" His voice was still in that low hiss that he has been using from the moment he had appeared. I felt so silly, yes. I didn't type my normal ending. Gods, save me I can be an idiot sometimes.

'-fin.-'

As my fingers stroked the last key the chair moved so fast, spinning me around to face him. My eyes stole their way up to his. My teeth making a nice little mark on my lip, as I bit it. He held out his hand looking at the bed. But he didn't wait for me, no he stole me from the chair with a yank.

The floor seemed to be gone from my feet within a moment as I fall upon the bed, he was there. His hands pinning me there.

"I have you now… are you scared, Lilly Rose?"

The sound of my name on his lips made me forget to answer. I could feel the heat of his form bearing down upon mine.

I was lost in him, lost in the kisses that he was giving me, the touches that burn my skin. My eyes closed as I felt his lips touch mine. It was a moment I knew I would never forget, for the owner of my blood and soul entered me fully, and not just with a word, but with a loud scream I finally came.

My body tightening around him, I opened my eyes then. I was weak from the whole night. I felt him move. I felt the dance start again. But I fear I must of have passed out, for the last words I heard him whisper: "Call upon your sin… and always let me in," were what I woke up to this morning. My neck hurt and my body was stiff, my lips were turned upwards in a smile. I had forgotten it all. A dream I thought it was.

I stood from the bed, passing the papers lining the floor. I must have knocked them off before I slept. My eyes catch the computer. Had I forgotten to turn it off? I didn't remember, but I slipped into the computer chair. My smile seem to grow as pleasure was hinted at from the dream. As I moved the mouse to wake up the computer my eyes grew wide in shock as I saw.

Midnight's Death.
By Lilly Rose
(with Jaden's special touch.)

Finger nails down my skin.
Fangs cutting in.
Blood upon me.

Pleasure a painful call.
I am His, to do His bidding.
My Master waits.

Hiss of his breath upon
My skin.
I beg for Him to make me sin.

"Jaden!" I moan.
Calling him from the night.
He'll find me.

An open window,
the wind breathing upon
my skin.

I wish for it to
be His touch. My Master
I always let in.

Death's cold touch,
It's a river in His eyes. As He finds me.

Death has come.
And Jaden is his name.

There was no scream upon my lips.
As I saw His fangs.
A tilt of my head,
My hair sliding past my skin.

I bear it all.
Skin to fang.
(Soul to have.)
He'll feed!

Let me give in,
Let me give in.
To leather and fangs.
To make him Smile.

I'll lose.
He'll win.

I'll waste away in the night.
Waiting for him.
My Master.

Finger nails run down my skin.
Words of breathless sin.
Blood drips,
As I give in.

Hidden smile upon lips.
Fingers in knotted hair.
Sweat kissed skin.

His name is my Sin.
Jaden.

It isn't a Moan,
Nor a whimper.
As my heart stops.
I know he's there.

…And I am no longer scared.
The words he whispers to me:

"Call upon your sin... and always let me in."

-Fin-

My heart beat hard. I'd had the night I'd longed for, from the poem that had been lost. I was not scared, I was hoping. I was wishing for writer's block again. Silly isn't it? I merely whispered his name and he came to me. I wonder what will happen if I cry his name again? I will find out soon... but for now I think I shall return to my bed.