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This is my first attempt at a lesbian romance. I know you usually wouldn't expect to see this type of thing from a guy but I figure I'd give it a shot. My writing on this could be better but this is just a little rough draft. It's a little long but I hope you like it. I'll write more and post it here if you do. I've got one hell of a plot planned.

A vampire birth was not unheard of but it was not very common either. It caused quite a buzz in the city of Crépuscule to hear that the head vampire family was going to have a child in their home. No one was troubled by this fact more, however, than the master vampire himself, Victor Lyra. He had been pacing outside his bedroom door for at least three hours and cursed every second that went by. He had existed for at least three-hundred-and-forty-three years and never had he been so nervous in his life. Victor’s pale skin was getting paler by the hour from nervousness and worry to the point where he was almost ghostly. He had been stroking his slightly rounded chin for the first hour of pacing, running his hands through his shoulder-length black hair the second, and rubbing his cold gray eyes from fatigue the third.

What if it’s a girl? he thought terrified. I’ll be the laughing stock of the vampire community. I can’t afford a daughter. If it’s a son, however, I can train him and educate him to take over the family when I decide to retire. But, what if he tries to overthrow me and succeeds. What am I going to do?

When the door opened at the beginning of what would have been his fourth hour of pacing and interrupted his thoughts, one of the family’s many doctors appeared from within and stepped aside from the door to allow Victor entrance.

Every wall in the room was made of smooth black marble that reflected everything including Victor. A roaring fire blazed in the hearth next to Victor as he entered and walked immediately towards the black satin queen-sized bed that his wife was laying upon. Melanie Lyra was holding their child in her arms and humming softly to it. Her golden blonde hair was held behind her in a ponytail and her heart shaped face was glowing and flushed with color. The doctors were constantly feeding her throughout the Cesarean section and the white nightgown she wore was stained terribly red.

Melanie looked at Victor with her beautiful hazel eyes, parted her full pink lips into a smile, and said, “Could you get a blanket from the wardrobe behind you dear? The baby must be terribly cold.” Melanie’s thick British accent in her voice was full of life and warmth.

Victor nodded, turned to face the large mahogany wardrobe, opened it, and withdrew a white blanket from it. When he turned to face Melanie again, she was rubbing her small pointed nose lightly against the baby’s. Victor’s heart melted at the sight of it and he opened the blanket to make a sort of cradle out of his arms. Melanie lifted the baby into Victor’s arms and he smiled at the sight of his newborn girl.

Victor lit up when she looked back at him and he thought I guess a daughter wouldn’t be so bad. They won’t ridicule me forever and I am the master vampire of the city, after all.

He wrapped her tightly into the blanket, sat beside Melanie, and asked in his more quiet American voice, “Have you decided what to name her?”

Melanie nodded and said, “Her name is Natalie, Natalie Lyra.”

***

“Natalie,” her father shouted at the door. “Everyone is here for your birthday and it would be terribly impolite if the girl of the hour wasn’t there to greet her guests.”

Natalie was fifteen years old. Already becoming a young lady, and having been given all the proper lessons to ensure she acted as such, she looked exactly like her mother. Natalie hated parties of any kind. Peace and quiet was her preferred environment. She had gotten used to being locked up inside this prison of a mansion and spent most of her time in the library reading or in her room, the same that she had been birthed in twelve years ago, painting. Natalie was currently sitting at her vanity and staring at herself in the mirror, hating the image that was reflected there before her. She looked like a princess during the Victorian Era. Her black and red dress fit perfectly on her slender body as it had her mother when she was in the Victorian Era. Her blood red hair was held with a dark red bow in a low ponytail that fell just short of her lower back. She had drunk enough blood to give her face a little blush as she had been instructed to by her mother and she was beginning to put on the black arm-length lace gloves that had been given to her to wear with the dress. Natalie thought that she looked like a porcelain doll with well-shaped breasts, her pale skin as cold and smooth as the marble surrounding her.

“I’ll be down in a minute father,” she said, her voice like her mother’s but the accent wasn’t as strong.

Her ensemble complete, Natalie rose from the mahogany chair and stepped out into the hall, her black high heels clicking on the white marble floor. The walls and floor in the hallway, as were the walls and floors in the rest of the mansion were the same smooth black reflective marble with white marble. Victor was waiting outside and smiled when he saw her.

“You look just like your mother,” he said proudly.

Natalie frowned and said, “What do I have to do before this night is over?”

“Not much,” Victor lied. “Just walk down the steps, greet the guests, open a few presents, and then you may retire to the library.”

“Promise?” she said disbelievingly.

“Promise,” Victor replied holding up his hand. Victor hated having to lie to his daughter, but it was the only way he could get her to do anything anymore. She had always been such a stubborn child when it came to her education of high society. The only reason he still kept her in the house was because he didn’t think she was ready for a real hunt yet.

Natalie hugged her father and began walking as lady-like as possible down the hall. Victor almost laughed at the sight of her and followed eagerly to see what she would do once she saw her party guests.

As Natalie approached the stairs at the room at the end off the hallway, she remembered everything she had been taught in her lessons. She walked with perfect balance and poise, kept a small yet secretive smile on her face, and kept her chin up so as not to seem lower than those around her. She hated those lessons but they had taught her a great deal, especially not to rush anything for fear of losing one’s composure.

She stepped into a small circular landing above the lobby and turned to the right looking over the brass railing to face her audience. A great chandelier hung from the ceiling illuminating the room and the people beneath Natalie. Two flights of marble stairs ran along the outer edges of the room and stopped a few feet short of the enormous mahogany double-door. Two small white marble columns on either side of the door had black marble vases on them, each holding a bouquet of lilies.

The ladies and gentleman quieted their incessant babble when they had spotted her and bowed and curtsied accordingly. Natalie returned with a curtsy of her own looking at the beautifully wrapped boxes in some of their hands. As much as Natalie loved living as richly as she did, she couldn’t stand the fact that people had to bow to her. She believed that everyone should be treated equally and just because one vampire was stronger or older than another didn’t make any difference.

She slowly made her way down the steps and Victor appeared on the landing behind her.

“Ladies and gentleman,” Victor spoke boomingly. “If you will please follow my daughter into the ballroom we can let the festivities begin.”

With that, Victor walked through another smaller double-door behind him and Natalie walked through the path that the guests had made for her through another double-door directly beneath the second floor landing. The ballroom was like every other room in the mansion with the exception of a few major differences. A balcony, held in place by two larger columns, hung above the double-door that Natalie had just walked through, and six more grand chandeliers lined the black marble ceiling. Three enormous windows that stood from ceiling to floor had bright thick red curtains pulled away into their little tasseled knots to let in the moonlight. A grand piano and a small marble rise stood in the northeast corner of the room where a band was currently playing a slow melodic tune. A lengthy table had been set up in front of the windows for Natalie’s many presents and the guests slowly began to fill the empty spaces with their cold bodies. The gifts were set on the table in neat little rows and Natalie watched the people as they began to converse. Many couples began dancing to the music and even Natalie herself was closing her eyes and losing herself in its sweet sounds. She was glad that there was something to distract her from the people and hoped that no one would bother her until it was time for them to leave. Her luck, however, was running incredibly short that night.

Victor was standing on the balcony, overlooking his guests and becoming very anxious. Natalie’s birthday party was also a meeting Victor had set up with a man from another powerful vampire family. The man was to be Natalie’s husband when she came of age and the alliance between the two families would prevent many years of war for control over Crépuscule. Victor hoped that all would go well.

Robert Sims was a bachelor of one hundred years. His thick blonde hair had been spiked away from his young looking face and he was currently staring at Natalie with his cold blue eyes. He raised a glass of blood he was drinking to his sharp pointed nose, inhaled deeply, and tasted it, letting the liquid flow between his pale thin lips. He set the glass on a tray that a nearby butler was holding and made his way over to Natalie, straightening his tuxedo as he went.

“Lady Lyra, I presume?” he asked giving his most charming and perfectly white smile.

Natalie opened her eyes and any happiness she had gained from the music disappeared with the words that had just left Robert’s mouth.

Though she didn’t really want to be talking to anyone at the moment, she curtsied anyway and answered, “Yes, I am Natalie. May I ask for your name or shall I be restrained to calling you sir all evening?”

She cursed herself for letting her attitude slip but luckily Robert didn’t notice.

Robert gave a respectable bow and replied happily, “My name is Robert Sims and I was hoping that I might have this dance.”

Victor was now eagerly looking over the balcony railing at Natalie, waiting impatiently for her answer. It was absolutely necessary that Robert was on his best behavior and Natalie accept any offer made to her. Robert knew this and was also awaiting an answer.

Natalie had to answer quickly or otherwise she might look like a fool in front of her guests. Robert had extended a hand towards her and people were beginning to stare. Not many of course, but she could still see and feel the weight of those gazes pressuring her for a decision. She impulsively reached for his hand and they began to walk out onto the ballroom floor. She didn’t know why she had reached for it but she hoped that whatever had caused her to make such a brash move was making a good decision.

Robert stopped and put a hand around her waist letting Natalie move hers up his arm and take his hand in her other. Victor signaled the band to play a waltz and they did so. Robert and Natalie began to dance accordingly and people began to make a circle around them. Natalie hated being the center of attention and her face become very hot. The blood she had drunk was working like a charm and she hated her mother for it. Robert was dumbfounded by her beauty and his gaze fell slowly from her face to her breasts without moving his head.

He quickly returned to looking at her face and hoping she hadn’t noticed his little peek, tried to start a conversation of some sort. People began dancing around them and chatting amongst themselves so as not to be as rude as to listen in on their conversation and Victor let out a small sigh of relief. Everything was going as planned, so far.

Natalie and Robert’s entire conversation was nothing short of small talk. They spoke of the weather, their vastly large amounts of wealth, their social status, and many other things that would bore even the most attentive person. Natalie was quickly becoming bored with Robert and couldn’t wait for their dance to be over, but Robert thought he was actually doing well. He felt incredibly ashamed of himself for acting like a hormonally enraged teenager, but her beauty was so tempting he didn’t want to stop. He continually kept looking at her breasts when he could pull it off and at one point or another had even made a grab for her bottom.

“I do hope our alliance will keep peace between our families,” Robert said trying to strike up a more interesting conversation.

“What?” Natalie asked coming out of the tired stupor into which she had fallen after Robert began talking abut his vacation to Spain during the past summer.

“Our marriage,” he said plainly.

“Marriage?!” she screamed pulling away from him. “What marriage?!”

Victor fell back against the door as he heard his daughter scream. Robert had screwed up. He closed his eyes and began rubbing them with his hands.

“Damn,” he whispered to himself.

Robert now realizing just how badly he had ruined everything now noticed the many disapproving stares he was receiving. Frantically, he grabbed Natalie’s arm and began pulling her towards the double-door of the lobby.

“Get your hands off of me,” she ordered angrily while stumbling after him into the lobby.

Victor sighed and followed through his own door knowing that if he wasn’t careful with this then all hell was going to break loose in his home.

“Don’t you ever embarrass me like that,” Robert turned and screamed at her as he let go of her arm.

Natalie turned towards Victor as he came down the stairs and asked calmly, “Father what is going on?”

Victor sighed and said, “You and Robert are to be wed when you become of age.”

Natalie stared at him in disbelief and said, “Why?”

“To keep peace between the reigning families of the city,” he said plainly. “Your marriage signifies a peace treaty between our family and that of the Sims. There is no other way to prevent the war.”

“The war has already begun Victor,” Robert said coldly still looking at Natalie. “And as for you my precious little flower,” he said running his hand over Natalie’s cheek. Natalie closed her eyes in agony at his touch. “The next time we meet I will expect better manners.” Robert’s hand struck her face with incredible speed and power and Natalie fell to the floor in tears.

At the same moment that Robert had struck Natalie, Victor’s fist landed heavily into Robert’s stomach and face shoving him backwards into the double-door.

“Well, If the war has begun then I don’t mind making you the first casualty,” Victor said lifting Robert up by his shirt collar. “Goodbye, Mr. Sims.”

Victor landed another blow against Robert’s face, forcing the double-door open and sending Robert flying through it. Victor closed the double-door and knelt down next to Natalie.

“Don’t touch me,” she seethed. “Don’t you dare touch me.”

Victor was almost in tears. He knew what he had done to his daughter and it killed him inside to think about it. It may have well been his hand that had struck her and Victor didn’t blame her for not wanting to be touched. He tried to think of something, anything to say to make it better but the words wouldn’t come. Victor knew that even if they did, Natalie would never accept his apology.

Natalie stood before her father, her face empty of any emotion and said, “Father, I love you and I always will love you, but for this…you will never be forgiven.”

She turned away from him and began walking up the steps when Melanie appeared on the landing. Melanie was dressed like Natalie was and she walked down to hug her daughter. They embraced, Melanie told Natalie to retire to her room, and Melanie continued down the steps towards Victor as Natalie did as instructed.

Victor was still kneeling but his pain had turned to anger and sadness.

“What do you want?” Victor asked exasperated.

“Look at me Victor,” Melanie said calmly.

“No,” he answered.

“Victor I am your wife and you will look at me when I tell you to look at me,” she said.

“I can’t,” he said, a tear falling to the floor. “You look too much like her.”

“Nonsense Victor,” she said. “My cheekbones are higher and my nose is much sharper.”

“It makes no difference to me,” he said. “Natalie is still hurting.”

“If you won’t look at me then you will explain to your guests what has happened here,” she ordered. “I will wait here until you are finished.”

Victor stood keeping his head low and walked through the double-door behind Melanie to face his guests. He explained that everything was fine and that they all needed to return to their homes for the evening. He thanked each person for coming as they left the ballroom until it was empty of people and stayed there for a while after that. He couldn’t go back to face her but he knew he had to. When he opened the doors and walked into the lobby, Victor saw Robert Sims with Melanie knelt before him and a sword in Robert’s hands.

Victor’s eyes grew wide as Robert stared at him and said “Hello Victor.”

He began to run towards him but even his vampiric speed wasn’t fast enough to stop the blade from decapitating his wife. The sword went cleanly through Melanie’s neck and her body burst into dust before Victor could reach her. He fell to his knees where Melanie had been and hugged the dust covered dress.

“Goodbye Victor,” Robert said and brought the sword down upon his neck. Victor too, exploded into dust around Robert and he licked the blood off his sword passionately. “Until we meet again, my little flower,” he continued walking out of the mansion and closing the double-door behind him.

***

Natalie had been in her room lying on her bed and crying into her pillow when she had been told the news. For the longest time she hated her father for just letting her mother die. Eventually, the hate for her father and Robert became nothing more than just another buried emotion and she continued on with her life. She visited the family cemetery every year on the anniversary of their death and left lilies by their plots.

She had lost control over the city when her parents died and she knew nothing of politics so the control over the city of Crépuscule was turned over to the Sims family. She didn’t care whether Robert was ruling the city or not. She wanted revenge for what he had done and she would get it. She had waited one hundred years for it.

She thought about him as she practiced fencing in the ballroom with one of the butler’s of the house. The curtains had been closed to keep out any daylight and her focus was completely on her form and precision. When the training was finished the butler took Natalie’s blade and left the ballroom. Natalie followed and went back to the same room she had been sleeping in for all these many years. She got dressed out of the white fencing uniform and placed it on a hanger in the wardrobe. Slipping off the gloves and boots she had been wearing, she sat down in front of the vanity in her white lace bra and panties and took out the dark red bow that had been keeping her hair in place during the training.

Time had turned Natalie into an exquisite woman. Her fit, slender figure made her the center of attention when she walked by any man. Her chest had filled out as well, sometimes giving more attention than wanted, and she had been told by one of the other upper class vampires that Pygmalion’s sculpture would envy her beauty. She was intelligent, kind, cunning, and caring. A suitable wife for any of the other vampires, however, Natalie did not wish to be married. Robert had made sure of that when he had struck her so many years ago. Natalie thought of his hand against her skin and shuddered as she continued dressing herself.

Natalie was now dressed in a red silk blouse with flared sleeves, black flare dress pants, black high heels, and her hair once again held into a low ponytail with a dark red bow.

It was time for her to feed like she did every night and it was the same every time. Natalie would go to the many bars and night clubs in the city to find a man or a woman, flirt with them, and then eventually get them both alone so that she could feed on them. Luckily, her mother had taught her how to feed before she died.

As Natalie walked down the hallway into the lobby, she passed one of the maids and gave her instructions on what to do while she was gone. Everything had to look perfect if she ended up bringing a mortal home. She continued out of the lobby and down the stairs of the mansion towards her car on the grounds. The grounds were mostly lush grass surrounding a paved circle of road in front of the steps where the few visitors that Natalie had could park their cars and admire the beautiful lilies that had been planted in a circular plot at the center of the circle of road. A stretch of straight road eventually led across the grounds towards the stone gate that marked the end and the beginning of Natalie’s land and after that it was a thirty-minute drive to Crépuscule.

Natalie opened the door to her white Porsche Cayman that was parked in front of the steps and climbed into the black leather seats. The car started with a low purr and Natalie made her way towards the city. Natalie loved going into the city but she hated the noise. Crépuscule was mostly a business city with most of the skyscraper corporation buildings in the center, the apartment complexes and small houses on the outskirts of the city, and the nightclubs between the two. Natalie remembered her father taking her there once and how he had laughed t how fascinated she was by the colossal structures around her. Everything seemed to glow in the night. The streetlamps that lit their path weren’t just ordinary streetlamps but a sort of safety blanket for those who wandered the night. Natalie reminisced a little about her father as she drove. She was only ten when her father had explained to her just what the streetlamps truly represented.

When she told Victor what she thought he laughed and said, “The streetlamps are to protect the mortals from people like us”.
Natalie asked, “Why?”

Victor answered, “People fear what they don’t understand. Eventually that fear turns to hate and before you know it there are bodies everywhere. What people don’t understand is that we vampires are just like them. We have a conscience and it is our choice to listen to it or discard it. When you’re mother and I feed, we drink what we need to survive and nothing more. We protect our existence by using our mind tricks to erase their memory and both parties go on to live their lives as if they had never met. There are some vampires however, like the Sims family, that fear mortals.”

“Why?” Natalie interrupted.

“Because,” Victor continued, “they fear the prosecution that mortals will bring to them if they find out what they are. They remove this threat to their existence by killing mortals ruthlessly when they feed and doing it with such relish that they are no longer referred to as vampires.”

“If they aren’t vampires what are they?” she asked confused.

Victor looked at her with a grim expression on his face and said, “They become demons. Demons are vampires who have let themselves be consumed by hate and become true creatures of Hell.” Victor pointed at the streetlamp and continued, “This light is who we are as vampires. A noble race of the night protecting these mortals from demon vampires.”

“So we’re the safety blankets?” Natalie asked.

Victor smiled and said, “Quite right.”

Over the years Natalie had yet to meet a demon vampire but she suspected that Robert was one. He certainly fit the profile. Natalie could feel tears coming to her eyes as she thought of Robert. They weren’t tears of sadness however, but tears of anger. She shook her head as an attempt to rid herself of these thoughts and noticed that she was almost towards the city. She quickly dried her tears and began driving past the apartment complexes. It wouldn’t be long before she reached the clubs.

She looked inside some of the apartment windows as she drove by. She thought about the families that lived inside them that were fast asleep in their beds. She thought about how peaceful and wonderful their lives must have been. Natalie had lived a good life so far. She had overcome many obstacles over the years, including her parent’s murder, and she felt proud to have come as far as she did. Shaking her head again to put herself back into her “hunting mode”, as she liked to call it, she arrived at downtown Crépuscule and parked in front of the nearest club she could find that would work well enough for her purposes.

The name of the club was District 9. It was a one-story building that looked more like a bar than a club but there was a crowd of people lined up for at least a block to get in. The club’s name was spread across the top of the building in neon purple letters and it had the typical big bully of a bouncer guarding the door. A few women walked right past him into the club and a guy tried to follow but the bouncer placed an arm on his chest and shook his head “No”.

It must be Ladies Night, Natalie thought happily. At least I don’t have to pay to get in.

Natalie opened the door, climbed out of the Porsche, and walked across the street to the club. There was no way that Natalie was going to wait in the line so instead she walked right up to the bouncer and said “Hi”. She hoped to…she hoped that flirting with him might just be enough to get her in. If not she’d have to use her powers on him.

The bouncer, a tall muscular guy with a strong square jaw, round nose, spiked black hair, a pair of sunglasses, and an all black bouncer ensemble looked down at her and his eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Natalie?” he said.

Natalie looked at the man curiously and asked, “How do you know my name?”

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing the deepest dark brown eyes that Natalie had ever looked into and said, “It’s me, David.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I know you,” Natalie said smiling.

“Remember back to your sweet sixteen,” he said.

Natalie did and regretted doing so. It was a year after the incident with Robert and the maids and butlers of the house wanted to do something nice for their orphaned master. They threw her a small sweet sixteenth on her birthday and a couple of them had brought their children in the hopes of giving their master some much needed friends her own age. One of the children who came was a kid named…

“David Mitchell!” she said excitedly and hugged him.

David returned the embrace and said, “It’s been years Natalie.”

When they parted she looked at him and said, “You really buffed out. The last time I saw you, you were just skin and bones.”

“I started working out to try and impress you in case we ever met again,” David said smiling.

“You’re just a big softy,” she laughed. “You work here now?”

“Yeah,” David answered. “We lower class have to actually work if we want some type of glamorous lifestyle. You’d be surprised at how much more these mortals could buy if they didn’t spend their money on food. Hey, do you want to get together after my shift is over.”

“Can’t. I’m feeding tonight,” she whispered.

“You seriously need to get out more instead of locking yourself up in that mansion,” he laughed. “You can’t use feeding as an excuse.”

“I know. Can I get in?” she asked.

“Anytime,” he said smiling and opening the door.

“Thanks,” she said smiling and walking through the door.

“Oh wait,” he said going in after her. “Before I forget, take my number.”

David reached into his pocket, pulled out a small business card, and handed it to her.

Natalie took the card and read, “David Mitchell, Bodyguard.”

“The number’s right below it,” he said tapping the card. “I gotta get back to work. Call me.”

“I will,” she said as he closed the door.

Natalie stood there for a moment and thought back again to her sixteenth birthday. David was a scrawny kid back then and he was incredibly shy. Natalie warmed up to David immediately and once she got to talk to him neither of them could stop. They spent the entire day together talking about this and that. At the end of the day when David left, they said their goodbyes and Natalie never saw him again. She retreated back into her home worse than ever when he didn’t come back and now that she had found him again, Natalie wondered what would happen.

Once again, Natalie had to remind herself that it wasn’t the time for thinking about the old days and turned to look at the room she was in. It was a single room as large as the building itself and everything in it was white except a large red number nine that had been painted onto the elevator door before her. Natalie walked towards the elevator, pressed the button to bring it up, and waited. When the elevator arrived, Natalie saw that it too was completely white and had two little white buttons with the words “Topside” on one and “District 9” on the other. Natalie pressed the button for District 9 and the doors closed before her. She felt the familiar motion of the elevator going down and noticed that there wasn’t any elevator music. A few moments later, Natalie felt vibrations beneath her feet and they slowly moved up the elevator as she went down until the vibrations were on every surface she touched. The elevator stopped and the door opened releasing earsplitting club music into the elevator. People were everywhere and they were all dancing in the millions of beams of different colored lights that seemed to be coming from every direction.

Another bouncer, this one a little shorter than David with long bleach-blonde hair, looked into the elevator and shouted, “You coming.”

“Soundproof elevator?” Natalie asked smiling.

“Yeah,” the bouncer said smiling and fell back to his post against the wall.

Natalie stepped out of the elevator and into the club, which was twice as big as the ballroom at her mansion. The doors shut behind her and the elevator went back up to the white room as Natalie made her way around the dance floor. She eventually found her way to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. The bar seemed to go on forever with an endless amount of different beers lining the bar. The bait was here, now all she had to do was wait until somebody bit.

well...it originally started out as a literate roleplay and I didn't think it would get replied to. Someone replied to it a couple of days ago so I was wondering if it would be okay with you if I posted her reply.

Also I have another story I'm working on for Land of Lesbian Lit. I haven't posted it yet but the first chapter will be up soon. I'll post the link here if you want to read it.