A kiss under the Velvet Moon

Theories and Moments in Time

I couldn't put my finger on it just yet but some of his theories could contain actually scientific documented factual information.

Celebrities being demons in disguise however? What a preposterous idea indeed but I could neither deny nor completely agree to the assumption that his outlandish allegations were false.

I mean, there are some pretty creepy celebrities out there, some so narcissistic and vain that infact it could be very plausible. I've often read demons can be total assholes, not to mention, that they crave attention and I say that very blatantly.

They will do just about anything to arouse suspicion or attention to themselves.

I have even read that demons could be the reason why the porn industry is as popular as it is today but then again it is only speculation, of course.

Infact, if it weren't for demons wanting to sexualize themselves in the entertainment industry, would there even be such a thing?

That and they all but corrupted the beautiful kingship which formed the sacred bonds between that of a man and women. Lucifer himself might even be behind the prostitution rings in sin city, and all over the world.

He would then not only be known as the King of Hades but also the King pimp himself, but then again this is only speculation of course.

I find myself reading through Michael's website quite often, the ideas that some humans hold, is quite fascinating.

I was not even going to begin to question the the assumption that Lucifer's fall from Grace is not that of his own free will, no one really knows what happened.

Even if he had been standing before me telling me the story from his only lips, it wouldn't have made much more sense. He would have probably fabricated most of the story and blame his father for the events leading up to his downfall.

He isn't called the Lord of lies for nothing. You can never trust someone like him.

I would hate to hear that my kind was nothing more than a spark in the eye of the King of Flames himself. I did not think of myself as evil incarnate nor was I anything like him.

I shuddered at the thought, my mind just could not fathom it.

Yes, I committed acts of sin, just as you do, and yes I killed to survive but don't we all ?

Even humans kill ! You raise animals to be slaughtered for food, what makes it any more different than I?

I rid the world of the evil scum to keep your kind safe. You would think everyone would greet me with open arms and treat me like a hero but sadly that is not the case.

Like the old man said, vampires are nothing more the mud that currently still covers the soles of my leather boots. We are considered the gutter trash of society not worth a second glance and definitely not worthy of anything more the death.

It makes me angry to think that I just have to accept that I am to be labeled a looser without a good solid reason. How dare he refer to me with such disrespect and disregard, he didn't even know me.

Even if I had to seek out Lucifer himself. I was going to find out the bane of my existence regardless of the consequences.

The rest of his beliefs, however far-fetched and unbelievable they might seem, I was neither going to agree or completely degree with him.

If even a small percentage of what he said was true. I think it would make me feel a lot less alone in this world. That and all my beliefs would grow straight out the effing window, if infact some what he says is true.

Scuffing my now muddy black leather boots against the bark of a tree trunk, I began to ponder my very existence. If I only knew why or how I was they way that I was, would iteven change a thing?

I mean I would still be me!

Elias Frederickson Black. Tall man, dark chestnut hair, evergreen eyes, and a big heart, that no longer beats. I drew my eyes to the ground in shame.

The only thing that makes me different, no heartbeat. I vow, on this very day

to not think of myself not as a loser in the eyes of man but as a hero among humans.

I will seek out Mr. Anonymous as he may hold all the answers I've been seeking these last hundred years. I would also hunt down any unexplained unique individuals that did not fit into society, like myself. For they also might hold the key to some of my life's most valued questions.

I have never met another single vampire, nor have I ever ran into a demon, angel, or alien but if they were all " living among us", I will hunt them to the ends of the earth till I get my answers.

" Wake up my love, wake up my darling Elias." Delicate lips met the sensitive areas of my neck and earlobe, as my eyes flutter to life."

Beautiful amber gold colored eyes stared into mine with notable arousal. The sweet smell of vanilla and fresh cut flowers encircled her warmth, as I stretched my appendages over my head and let my arms pull her forward towards my chest.

Curly chocolate brown waves of hair gently brushed against my face, her eyes intently looking into mine, fire and passion burning within them. Alexandria, my lovely wife was straddling my form. Her beautiful long flowing hair accentuating each slender curve of her body.

The dark blue cotton gown that she wore clung to her in all the right ways. The lace above her bosom hanging quite low accenting each beautiful mound. I couldn't help but smile, and my need for her grew stronger with each glance. She was such a sight to behold and I was the luckiest man alive.

I pulled her closer to me and embraced her in my strong devoted arms. The soft feel of her skin on my chest and hot breath on my neck made me all the more needy, I needed her like my lungs needed air.

I tenderly brushed my finger across her silky smooth lips and held her face within my hands. It was hard not to get lost in those honey colored eyes. For her eyes held my very soul in their pools. Her kiss was like chocolate melting on the summer breeze underneath a velvet moon, tender and warm to the touch. She melted my heart each breath I took. She was my whole reason for living, and our son growing inside her belly made me adore her even more.

We made love into the eve of night, the Velvet moon glared through my window cascading an a shadow against the walls of our cottage. My eyes soon grew heavy. Our legs were still interlocked, our chests rising and falling in unison, in rhythm with our hearts. Sleep soon caught up with us within the raptures of our loving making and we were both then immersed in our own dreams.

The air was black with soot, crows circled the sky in large numbers, young children's cry's could be heard for miles. Everything around me was surrounded in black smoke.

I was clinging to my chest, choking. I screamed for my wife and children but nothing, no sound would come out, only coughing. My lungs felt on fire, I crawled out on my knees through the hallway of our home, my chest heaving trying to catch a breath of clean air. Both of my children doors are flung open, their blankets missing, clothes scattered all over the floor.

My wife was nowhere to be found neither were my two children. I clawed my way over the dark wood floors of our home, fear gripping at every pore of my being. I finally make it the front entry way door, barely making it out alive.

Our home was in flames, all I could hear were screams but they were of my own. My family was no where to be found, they had to be burning alive inside but I would have no way of knowing.

Choking on smoke and my own tears, I feel a presence nearby. Lying on my stomach as I watched everything around me go up in flames, I glance up over the wooden fence of my wives now burning garden. There was of a man with striking silver eyes, watching me. He was always there, in my dreams, waiting, haunting me.

I awaken, my eyes completely alert, scanning the room around me. All was not as it seemed for it was only a dream, a horrid nightmare actually. I'd been having them since I had turned eighteen but I didn't ever dare speak of them. I didn't want to needlessly worry my darling wife.

They were only dreams, nothing more. I lay still, as I watched her sleep, her features soft and angelic. She was like an angel and I never understood how someone like me could catch her from the very heavens that she should be adorning. Even the star filled sky would be jealous of her beauty.

Her eyes sparkled brighter then any star I'd ever seen and her small frame fit perfectly beneath my much taller one. Her voice was like water flowing over rocks on a river when she sang. Oh did I love her songs, especially when she sang then in nothing but a her panties. When we made love nothing else in the world mattered but me and her. I could lay in her arms forevermore.

The sun poured through the windows of our bedroom chambers. The cool breeze brought in the scent of wildflowers and roses that were blooming outside in her garden. The air felt wonderful against the sheen of sweat that still still clung to our bare bodies.

Thin cream colored silk sheets that hung from our black iron canopy bed swung back and forth. Smells of scented burning floral oils and water petals still lingered in the air from our bath, the night before.

My lover still lay entangled in my arms, her warm cheek against my heart.

I whispered against her ear, my undying love for her.

" I truly love you Alexandria! You are my heart,and my soul, Every breath I take is because of you."

She began to move slightly, her hair tickling my bare chest. She took my hands in hers and placed them on her growing belly.

" I love you my love but you must live and breathe for both of us now, for your son will need you too. He loves you more than words can be said."

She turned her head to look into my eyes. " I cannot wait for our family to become three and bring this beautiful life into our world."

Her beautiful eyes lit up as talked of our unborn child. She was twenty at that time, but she had prayed for a family of her own every since she had lost her parents a few years back.

I had only met her two years before, I was nearly twenty years old myself at the time. Instead of going of the school, I stayed behind to help my family attend to our farm.

We had a small plot of land in a village just outside of GreyVale, that is where she lived originally. It was a town set in a valley of mountains, winters could get fairly harsh but it was mind blowly beautiful, and I could never picture myself wanting to live anywhere else.

Our family commuted to the city to sell our farm fresh eggs and produce. Every weekend I would help my mother sell peaches, pears, plums, and apples at the farmers market in Tatum, today however we were in GreyVale for the garden festival.

Every year around this time, farming towns around the area would get together and have a massive festival. There would be gobs food, and drink live music, and dancing. It was pretty much the festival of the season and anyone dumb enough to miss, was in for a world of hurt. This was the largest event in our area and the best way to sell goods.

The smell of seasoned meats and sugary baked goods permeated the lands. The tips of every scant made tent could be seen for miles above the tops of trees. Small groups of people huddled together around fires searing meat.

The husks of fire roasted corn lay scattered on the cobblestone streets, as townfolk walked past crumbling them underneath their feet. Children played games with string and cups, while others played games of sticks and stones. Laughter and music fill the air and all I wanted to do was join them in the party.

Mother looked at me with annoyance in her eyes. " Elias, my son, you mustn't daydream we need to sell most of this fruit before your father comes back with the eggs.

" I scoffed at her comment and rolled my eyes. " But why can't I go and enjoy the fun mother? Surely you can sell fruit without my help, for a little while. You can use your beauty and wit. "

My mother turned her back on me, laughter still in her sapphire blue eyes. She helped an older women with a bag of bitter crab apples and when she had finished, I felt a light smack against my shoulder blade. Mama snorted,

" Son, your type of humor is dreadful." She squeezed my arm and then patted it reassuringly.

" When you're father returns with the eggs, you may leave, but only for a little while. It is only going to get busier my child."

Scanning the event I agreed she was correct, peolpe were starting to flood the pathways.

I agreed that I would stay and help until Father got back or until the ground crowds lessened.

It was nearly afternoon by the time Father finally showed up. He was wheeling in a large crate full of farm eggs. He also looked like he had sold a few dozen on his trip back through Tatum. Mama gave him a long gulp of water from her flask a took a basket of eggs he was holding in his hands and set them on the table behind us.

" Thank you my lovely Anna, how are the sales going ? Have you sold many fruit ? Pies or jams perhaps? "

Mama nodded and took father's large brim hat off the top of his head and stuck it on a hook in the corner of our make shift tent.

" The market is flourishing today Robert. " She pointed out at a stall near by.

" Val over there has sold half a dozen or more bags of vegetables, and Lee over in the stall across from ours, has sold at least four quarters of her bread. We have sold half of our harvest my love and it's only mid afternoon. "

Father looked pleased and hugged mother across the shoulders.

" I am so proud of you Mama, you did such a good job this year. Not only have you tended to our crops but also our animals. Hopefully if the good Lord wills it, we will do just as a spectacular job next year as we have this one."

Mom bowed her head as if in prayer and softly whispered amen.

" I hope so as well Robert."

A group of four women in long high collard sundresses began to walk over to our tent. Mama politely welcomed them, father gave them a kind nod, acknowledging them as they walked up.

They ended up buying a huge bag of plums and pears. I helped mother and father bag them as one of the younger women handed me a small bag of coins.

I tucked the money into a wooded box on the back table and made sure to lock it.

Mother gave me a few back she had been hiding in extra coin in her skirt pocket and told me to not spend it all in one place.

I bid them both goodbye and promised Mama I would not be too long. I then headed out to take a stroll along the cobblestone streets, through the marketplace. I walked down the paths of stone and through makeshift stands and tents. Each was lined up tightly against the other.

Town folk were selling food, drink, wooden handmade furniture, apothecary, and even old books. Anything and everything you needed could be found on a day like this.

This particular event was only held once a year and for a few days only. On Tuesdays and Thursdays they kept the place mostly opened for farmers selling their produce and farm goods. This event was something everyone from all over Colorado traveled miles to attend.

Even if I decided not to buy a thing, being able to see all the sites and smile all the wonderful aromas in the air was enough for me.

I took a few copper coins and help them firmly in my hand.

They were burning a hole in my pocket and the man cooking the spiced meat on the corner was making me hungry. I tossed him a coin and he handed me a hunk of meat with a stick poked straight through. I was going to have myself a little feast while I walk the rest of the way through the market. The meat was just and warm.

The spices danced on my tongue and in a delightful way. I can taste hints of salt, garlic and cinnamon, with a hint of pineapple it its juices. It tasted like a slice of heaven on a stick and I was so caught up in the taste that still lingered in my mouth, that I almost ran over a small child. I crossed into a pathway of other patrons, lost in the moment.

The young boy was holding a bag of warmed sugared nuts in one hand and a toy bear in the other. He looked no older than five and I had almost knocked the cashews right out of his hands.

Unfortunately his brown stuffed teddy bear, he called James, fell to the ground. A low grunt escaped his mouth as lost his footing, I grabbed ahold of the collar of shirt before he could. I immediately dropped to knees and picked up his stuffed bear.

Dusting off a little bit of dirt that had accumulated in its fur, I handed it to him and patted him on the head. His mother eyed me from a table of Iron wears, her look of disapproval made me feel even worse.

" Sorry kid, hope you have a better day my friend."

The boy thanked me and snatched a coin out of my hand that I gladly gave him for his trouble. Then then took off and clung to his mother's shirt tails.

Pressing my hands firmly against the ground I sat up and brushed my front of my grey trousers off. A tent with three young school girls selling lemonade and chocolate chip cookies immediately caught my attention. I started out on my quest for chocolatey goodness but instead froze in my tracks.

In the distance beneath a large shade tree, stood a gorgeous young woman and her mother. They were standing near a rickety old table. They didn't even have a tent or or a stand. They were using the shade from tree to keep the sun out.

There table was stacked with wooden trinkets and treasures. Handmade quilts and crocheted items were stacked up on a slab of wood beside it. I withdrew the need for cookies and evidently let my feet pull me closer towards them. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, this was the girl of my dreams.

My night angel, my muse, she was the reason men had to fight the urge to not just fall at her feet and beg her for marriage.

I must have been staring for longer than I thought because now my dream girl was waving me over. I wanted to smack myself upside the head, I must have looked like a total creeper. My feet skidded to a complete stop, my heart skipped a beat, and my face had to have been beet red. Elias pull it together, you moron.

I bid my body to move and managed to make my legs move again and walked myself straight over to her table.

She, was the most beautiful creature a man of twenty, had ever had laid eyes on. Just the sight of her delicate features brought shivers down my spine and made me feel things I could only yet begin to understand.

She was wearing a white sundress with pink roses hidden underneath what looked like sheer silk. Her hair was in a long braid of chocolate colored weaves hanging down her back. Her eyes were like warm honey, bees wouldn't be able to escape their pools and neither would I. I would be lost in them forever and I wouldn't mind.

She curtsied and took my fingertips I'm hers, shaking them in a dainty fashion. " I saw you across the way with that child."

I felt my face flush just then as the blood rushed to my cheeks. She giggled and scrunched her nose in the cutest way.

" I wasn't referring to you bumping into him more that you were, sweet to help him. You were very generous." She bowed.

"My name is Alexandria. My mother and I our here to sell our things, take a look and don't be shy. We will give you a good deal. "

She smiled at me as she greeted another customer to my right.

She had beautiful pearly white teeth, a beauty mark right next to her left eye, and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. I was like a melted ice cream cone at her feet, if she just talked to one more time, I would be at peace, in a melted sugary bliss.

I pretended to take my time, fingering through all of the rags and multicolored crocheted pot holders. I made my way over to the quilts that were stacked on the ground underneath the tree. They were beautiful intricate designs of all different colors of lace and cotton fabric. As I got caught up in search between colors, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

" Hey stranger, have you found what you were looking for ? Did you need me to help you find something? "

Her voice was like music, melodious in my ear and she was so close I could almost feel her sweet breath on the back on my neck. I immediately stiffened and turned to see her grinning at me.

It took me a second to remember how to talk before I replied. I swept my fingers through my dark brown hair, wiping the sweat away, with the back my hand.

" I am, I am looking to buy my mother a gift." I fibbed, as I had to think of anything I could to keep our conversation going.

She turned her head slightly to one side as she used hand to shield her eyes from the sun and pointed at the pot holders on the table.

" Have you seen these? We have them in many colors, my mother and I make these."

I nodded and picked up a red one and a purple one, moving them back and forth in my hands.

Her expression turned somber and she shuffled her feet against the grass below.

She was barefoot, a pair of white leather sandals were sitting on the edge of the grass with no feet to wear them.

I glanced down at her through squinted eyes and her expression turned in a instant.

" You have many nice things. May I ask how you came to make so many? "

She took a moment and looked as though she was going to cry and she began telling me about her family. She confided in me and I took in every word, life was rough for her and her mother. Turns out they were here every Tuesday and Thursday, as this was there only means to make a living.

Her father lay dieing of a disease of an unknown origin and they all but barely made ends meet. I wished that very day that I could scoop her up in my arms and save her from all this heartbreak. of course, I had to court her first, before that could ever happen.

At that time, I didn't even know she wanted to be courted or if she had already been spoken for. I just knew then and there, the moment I laid my eyes on her, that I wanted her, needed her, and would be at her bec and call for all time.

It was love at first sight, if that is what they call it these days. In that very moment, I made a promise to myself that I would only bring her happiness and she would never shed another tear for the rest of her life.

Unfortunately I could not keep my word, her mother got sick about a few months after father's death. It would be nearly thirty thirty years latter that I would find out her father died of a deadly disease, his body had no chance of fighting.

Within months after his death, her dear mother also sadly succumb to it.

How Alexandria escaped it's evil grasp, had to be only but a miracle. No one walked away from something like that.

The loss of her parents took a toll on her. I was there for her through all of it and planned to be forever. Her home was burt to the ground because of fear of contamination to others living near them.

She lost everything from her childhood the moment everything went up in flames. I was there to help pick up the pieces.

After that faithful day Alexandria and I became inseparable and the rest was history. We were soon married at the family farm, underneath the light of a full velvet moon. Only the twinkling stars and God above could ever tear our love apart.