Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Midnight Lover (THIS STORY IS NOT YET FINISHED) She stared sheepishly toward the elaborate stained glass window of the old church. Outside the walls of the builing, the wind shrieked and moaned. She lightly touching the glass, the pads of her fingertips melting through the frost leaving behind perfect little ovals. In the distance she could almost make out the snow covered gargoyals and demons that decorated the seventeenth centry church. As a child, the images frightened her, now she appreciated their beauty. Her grandfather bought the oldchurch many years ago, leaving it to her father after he died. Her being the only child, she inherited it from her parents after they died in a car accident last year. The old building has been modernized into a home over the past few years, but her father made sure the gothic architecture stayed preserved as close as possible to the original church. As a child she used to love exploring the maze of secret passageways that lay behond the walls of her home. Now most nights she wandered, wide awake through the large hallways, looking for an escape for the torrent of emotion that sometimes threatened to overwhelm her. Tonight, the wind howled and the snow pounded against the chisled stones that made up the old building. As she traced the lead patterns on the window she imagined him. Her midnight lover. Dark... mysterious.... She had no idea of his name, his age, or where he came from. He often appeared to her in her dreams. His voice caressing her skin like satin, his touch like heat. Fire. Burning a hunger in her that would never be sated. Ever since the day her parents died in the horrible crash, he would suddenly appear in her room, somehow getting past the heavy iron gates and looked doors to sit quietly as she slept.. watching her. She always knew the moment he entered the room, although he never made a sound. It was as if the energy in the room had somehow changed upon his entery. She could sense him. She could feel him without actually touching him. He rarely touched her, but he never objected when she touched him. He took her breath away each time he entered the room. She knows she should be frightened of him, of his presents despite the fact that he was unfilingly gentle with her. She sensed behind his calm exterior was a predator waiting to pounce his prey. She smiled to herself imagining him, her dark mysterious lover, lurking in the shadows, biding his time.. waiting... watching... her. She laughed at her own girlish imagination. Dreaming her passionate fantasies waiting to express the fires burning deep within her where no one could see. She dropped her hands to her silken covered lap, breathing in deeply, the lilac sented room filling her lungs. She rose and approached the terrace, the long white silk nighty flowing behind her like liquid as she openend the french doors. She was not prepard for the bitter cold wind brushing across her face, bitting her soul, but she needed the freash air, needed to calm the fire within her. Long flaxen hair russeled lightly, her light cream complexion turning almost crimson from the cold bitter wind as it lashed at her cheeks. Her eyes closed, face turned up toward the heavens. She looked like an angel. A smile touched his lips as he wached her from the shadows. She was beautiful. She was his obsession. She belonged to him. He wispered her name, an ache in his voice, thinking the wind would carry the word to her where only she could hear his inner most secret desire. Her face turned up to the wind, relaxing, wanting to savor every moment. She was thankful it was night and the darkness hid the faint blush stealing under her skin. She felt him near. Her body instantly reacting, growing hot, the tingling deep within her belly grew like waves on an ocean, rippeling throughout her entire body. He was behind her now, breathing in the fragrance of her hair as it flowed like honey in the breeze. She stiffened as one of his arms slid securely around her waist. She felt a protest welling in her mind, as her feet left the ground, she began to thrash against the restraint. He murmured something softly to her, something she didnt quite catch, but his tone was commanding. Her reluctance subsiding she went so quiet he thought she must have fainted. He carried her in his arms away from the terrace toward her chambers. He admired the way she fought. She was a extraordinary, fistey little hellion with a firey determination that would ignite his soul. She belonged to him. She just didnt realize it yet. "Are you afraid?" His voice no more then a whisper brushing past her cheek, licking at her deeply flushed skin. There was no fear in her, he knew that. His words held a teasing tone. Although she could not see his face, she felt the smile playing on the corners of his lips. Her arms slid around his neck, turning her face to his throat. He could feel her breath warm on his neck, his body tightened iin reaction and anticipation. "Should I be?" Her heart was pounding, her voice low, her lips pressed against the throbbing pulse under his hot skin. She seemed unaware of his reaction. He fought the nearly overwhelming urge to take her then and there. To lower her to the cold tiled floor and viciously tear her clothes off. Fortunatly they were close to her bedroom. "You are trembling with cold." His voice was soft as velvet and made her shiver. She realized she was shaking with cold, and maybe fear, and tried desperatly to still her body.