Chapter 1
Matthews has finished changing for the evening. She is now positive she did have a visitor in the night. The count moves down to kneel beside her. Then in one sift bite, clamping down and piercing the skin. He never rushed never made any demands. The sound of the wind sends another chill up her spine. She slowly reaches out one last time, her hand shaking, she touches her neck. Her hand slowly rubs between her legs but its only her so it cant be that bad. They are all staring at her jaws open. Absent mindedly her hand slips further down and presses into herself, wondering and wanting, knowing and fearing. The silk flows like water and always makes her smile. While it thrilled her to think of living for ever and never aging, it terrified her thinking of being bitten on the neck.
