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Mmmmm… the pool boy is here.

It’s a shame this will be one of his last visits for the year.  I could lick the sweat right off this boy’s body.  Vonnie felt a pulse of desire as she watched Damon’s athletic frame quiver with exertion from dragging the pool equipment behind him.

She laid her head against the chaise and closed her eyes.  It was a very long time since she felt desire.  She thought that feeling died along with her husband 2 years ago.

Vonnie’s heart squeezed as she thought of Jackson.  He was a good man and provided everything she would ever need.  Even before he got sick, Vonnie was always foremost in his thoughts.  And when the chemo failed, Jackson intently focused on making sure his wife would be financially secure the rest of her life.  They would sit together for hours at a time talking about Vonnie’s future without him.  Jackson always said, “Be sure you find another love.  Life would be so lonely for you, if you don’t.” They joked that her new love might not even be a man, at all.  Who knew what the future would bring?

Vonnie smiled to herself at the memory and opened her eyes to see Damon watching her.  He quickly looked away, hoping she didn’t notice and went back to his work.

Vonnie got up and went in the house to make herself an appletini.  She searched around in the bar cabinets looking for the poly carb martini ‘glasses’ that Jackson purchased when they built the pool.  “Never bring glass poolside,” he would admonish if she ever forgot.  “Look at these,” he once told her, “they don’t even look plastic!”

Again, Vonnie found herself smiling.  Maybe she should offer Damon a drink.  No… he was still on the clock and would most likely get in trouble if his boss smelled alcohol on his breath at the end of the day.  She pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator for him instead.

As she made her way down the steps  to the pool, the martini she was balancing in one hand splashed out of the glass and onto Vonnie’s breasts.  Shit… these things catch everything, she thought coming to a complete stop.

“Here, let me help you with that.”  Damon was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hand outstretched.

Vonnie looked up from her breasts, a slight flush rising on her cheeks, “Oh, thank you.  I brought you a bottle of water, I thought you might be thirsty.” She noticed the perfection of his face, the deep set of his eyes, his chiseled cheekbones, the sharp line of his jaw, the dimple set in his chin … My God, this man is beautiful… fireworks were shooting off in her body.

“Thanks,” Damon said taking the bottle, “I am thirsty”.

He turned on his heel and retreated to his task, finishing the sentence under his breath…”Yes, I am thirsty, but it isn’t for water.  If only you knew how the sound of your blood rushing through your veins affects me.  How your scent captures me.  How being near you with your devastated heart, is pulling at the very core of my existence.”

Damon’s fangs ran out just enough that he had to turn his head to make certain Vonnie wouldn’t notice.  He also hoped she wouldn’t notice the heightened state of his swim trunks.

Vonnie sat enjoying her cocktail, shooting  imperceptible glances at Damon.  She was definitely attracted to him and wondered if there was much of an age difference.  The few times they actually spoke always seemed too short and very restrained on Damon’s part.  But really, she thought, what would this gorgeous man see in my broken hearted, left over life?

Vonnie immediately criticized herself.  She and Jackson had gone over this endlessly.  “Don’t feel sorry for yourself when I’m gone.  It’s just my body leaving you.  My heart will always live within yours.  You must complete your own life, in your own time.  Never, never compromise your happiness because I’m no longer here.” Jackson preached these words time and again.  And so, Vonnie now repeated them to herself.  A tear trickled down her cheek.  “What the hell is in this drink?”

Damon cast a sideways look at Vonnie, she was obviously struggling with sad memories.  Could this be the right time to approach her? He knew she wanted him, he could smell it. Yet when he listened to her thoughts, she was unsure if he was attracted to her.

It was actually kind of funny when she was inside her house, fixing herself a drink, wondering if he would like a fruity martini. She worried needlessly about the alcohol smell on his breath.  Of course, she couldn’t possibly know that alcohol had absolutely no effect what-so-ever on his body.

Damon continued to stroke the pool rhythmically with the broom, thinking of all the vampire lore throughout the ages.  Garlic, wooden stakes, crosses and most recently, glittering skin in the sunlight… where did all this stuff come from?

He didn’t know and really didn’t care.  All he knew was that everyone – vampire, human, gnome, werewolf, dog – lived on this earth to fulfill the need for love.  And here, sitting in front of him, drinking a green martini – was his love. He knew it from the first time he set eyes on her, when Jackson hired him to take care of the pool. Jackson knew it too.  Jackson also knew that Damon wasn’t human.

Maybe he knew because he was in between life and death and could see beyond the barriers of human consciousness.  Maybe, it was because Jackson knew that other creatures, beyond logical thinking, existed on this planet.  Maybe, it was because Jackson could finally see the magic that surrounds us all daily.  What ever it was that enabled Jackson to see Damon’s true self was the very thing that made Jackson give Damon his blessing to be with his wife when he perished from this earth.

Damon’s eyes fixed on Vonnie, he knew it was finally time.  He lay down the pool brush and wiped the perspiration from his forehead.  She looked up at him as he discreetly checked to make sure his fangs were fully retracted, and started walking towards her.

Vonnie’s breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat accelerating.  She unconsciously licked her lips as she straightened her posture.  As if in slow motion, she watched the magnificent creature draw closer, muscles rippling with every step.  The wind gusted, catching a strand of his glossy black mane, blowing it across his forehead and making him look so sexy she could barely contain herself.  She squirmed with longing anticipation.

Damon grasped her hand, sending almost palpable shock waves through her body.  She felt ravenous with lust for this exquisite, bewitching piece of perfection now kneeling in front of her.

Vonnie couldn’t help herself… she reached for Damon’s face and drew him closer, their lips almost touching.  She was completely mesmerized.  ”I don’t understand what is happening to me.  I need to be with you.”

“And I with you, Vonnie.” Damon revealed his fangs.

Vonnie stared only a moment before reaching up and touching a tapered point, cutting her finger just enough to draw a tiny drop of blood.  Looking straight into Damon’s wild, heated eyes, she inserted her finger into her own mouth and sucked provocatively, nearly sending Damon over the edge.

He picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the hammock that was swaying gently in the warm breeze.  He caressed her throat with his lips and tongue,  his razor sharp fangs only a hairs breadth away.  He licked, then kissed her jaw, her throat, her ears and finally her lips…  their kiss was as passionate and deep as if they’d been long, lost lovers.  Their swimsuits crumbled to the ground with a whisper.

Damon moved slowly down her body, tenderly exploring every inch.  When he reached her most secret place, Vonnie gasped.  She grabbed his long, soft curls and rocked into his tongue.  Damon complied with her demanding request, increasing his rhythm.  Staying with her urgent thrusts, he worked her into a climactic frenzy.  At the height of her passion, he replaced his tongue with a finger and turned to her inner thigh, sinking his fangs into the soft, warm flesh.  Her tender vein yielded willingly.

As he drew on her blood, Vonnie reached her zenith with a carnal, hedonistic cry, liberating her of all the pain and loneliness she suffered since the loss of Jackson.  Damon, feeling her relinquish both physically and emotionally, let himself succumb to the moment and also shook with release.  The sensual pleasures washed over them both, satiating them completely.

They lay together, exhausted and spent, luxuriating in the sun.  Finally, Damon propped himself up on one arm, resting his head in his hand.  He looked at Vonnie with a twinkle in his eyes and a crooked smile forming on his lips,  “So, that drink you were going to offer me, the green one…?  I think I’d like to make you one that is much more appropriate for HAPPY HOUR.”

Vampire

1 1/2 oz. Vodka (or Raspberry or Cranberry Vodka)

1/2 oz. Chambord

2 oz. Cranberry Juice

Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice.  Shake and strain into a chilled martini glass.

Cheers!