What can I say about Miss Lorelei Smit?
A femme fatale but with a sensitive and misunderstood nature.
These pass few days are making her realize that I'm not just some victim, DUH. One thing I learned since meeting her is that she DOES want someone. Not just some lover but a friend as well.
Well, until she realizes. She HAS found it.
"Damon? DAMON!"
She had arrived. I compelled the front door to closed silently behind her.
Now, it is time for my plan!
I started to play an old song of Celine Dion which I liked.
From the corner of the balcony I saw Lorelei listen to the song and her facial expression of realization.
Look at her, standing there wearing that beautiful and seductive black dress with a front zipper.
She didn't think I would see into her head? Know her plan?
She has no idea that I was on to her.
Such a beautiful woman but with a dangerous nature. She's going to realize that she wants me as I want her.
This next song can speak for me on that one!
She cannot deny how she feels now. She knows this is what she wants.
I make my presence known on the balcony.
"Good evening Damon."
"Good evening temptress."
Eventually, she'll catch on.
I descended down the balcony. My eyes never leaving hers.
I took her hand and kissed it. Just like in her dream.
"I knew that dress would suit you perfectly."
I escort her to the dinner table once again. Only this time I moved my hand down to her hips. I know she's wishing I could undress her right here and now.
"You know yesterday I think I saw a coquette painting in my brother's room."
"They're very extravagant birds." Hahaha. She thinks I'm talking about the birds.
"It was a flirtatious woman, being chased by her lover."
She's in disbelief.
"I think the painting was called the courting of the courtesan."
She's speechless, just as I thought.
30 minutes later...
I began to dance with Lorelei. Even though their was no music and only the fireplace flicking its flames.
She hadn't notice the mischievous look in my smile as we dance and chose to stop.
She thinks she's being vulnerable more than the pass forty eight hours. She isn't being vulnerable, she's letting herself feel.
I'll let her feel more. I began to unbutton my dress shirt.
"I'm feeling a little hot, aren't you?"
She knows what I mean by that.
Lorelei moved her hand up from her curve to her decollete.
"Sensual should be your middle name my alluring one."
I do a little hip sway when she looked.
Seeing my exposed chest is arousing her. I knew she wouldn't resist.
"Would you like some red wine?"
"I don't mind." She bound to realize that the dream she had is happening right before her.
"Here you are my siren."
I began to loom over her as she drank her drink, she tried not to pay attention. Than she placed her free hand seductive on her leg than smiled.
She saw the way I looked at her. My eyes gazing at her like a tiger's.
"You think you're here to just lure me into your trap. Well, the joke's on you."
She's realizing that this sounds familiar to her.
"You're fighting something by using those tactics of yours."
As each minute passes, she's falling more into my trap. Beginning to want, hold, and feel the love and desire she has inside.
Its doesn't take much to trust.
"I have something to give you."
I went into my leather jacket pocket and pulled out a velvet jewel box.
"A lovely girl such as yourself should wear something just as lovely."
She opened the box and saw it was a brooch with a vampire biting a woman's neck.
"Its beautiful, thank you Damon."
"Not as beautiful as you are temptress."
I sense another attempt of seduction coming.
She came close to me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I quickly unwrapped her arms.
"You think you'll have your way with me, but you won't."
Lorelei turned her face away.
She's refusing to succumb but I'm not giving up.
"Damon, I wish I could stay-." I cut her off in mid sentence.
"You want to stay and you know it."
Lorelei should just confess that she wants me. She's beginning to drive my patients with her constant denial.
I kept looking at her with the same intensity as before. She was planning yet another trick of allure.
"Oh, you look like you need to relax. Why don't I pour you another glass-"
I grabbed hold of her hand and glared at her.
"You're not going to have your way with me, girl."
"I don't know what... your talking about..."
She's starting to see that the events of her dream are coming to fruition.
"Damon, I don't think we should see each other again." PFFT! She's in denial and fighting her true feelings, as I expected.
"Stop denying what you have inside."
"I don't know what you mean."
"I'm the man of your dreams and you know it."
Ignoring what I'm saying, keep trying girl. I came towards her, my lips almost touching hers.
"You dreamed about this."
Her eyes widen in shock.
"You know it's true."
"How do you know that I dreamed this?"
"I'm not like other guys, my siren."
"Damon, what is it about you that makes you different?"
"I'm not actually human."
"WHAT?"