8Summary: At times being immortal can be a very cruel faith,living unable to age or die and alone without a is until Gaara comes upon a home of a rich family with a beautiful maiden living in just couldn't control himself...
Vampire Gaara/OC
" Stalker of the Night"
There was something about her that had him captured and unable to move from his hiding spot in the darkness. As he watch her for the millionth time.
Though this night, she played her flute on her balcony. Such beautiful music came from her skillful hands.
He knows he shouldn't be doing this, willing being bewitch by this untainted woman. She was simply food and yet he didn't desire or feel the urge to devour her.
She was mortal and yet too beautiful to be mortal. He had seen many of beauties in his immortal life and yet she top them all. With a face that had been carved by the gods themselves and a body that many desired for. She was a goddess that walked among the living.
She acted as though she had no care in the world, a free spirit you can say. Not knowing that she was playing to someone or even being watch.
Not feeling any threat coming from him. This pleased him greatly, to see her react to his presents this way. Looking as though she was comfortable, without a tense muscle in her body.
She looked so innocent and it only made him want her more, in a way he had never felt before.
'Is this thirst to taste her sweet blood?' he thought carefully.
'No, it was not.'
He thought about this emotion that was swirling inside him. As he listened to the soft music she was creating.
He smiled softly.
He wanted her.
Desired her.
Lust for her.
He a vampire had fallen for this mortal woman.
He frowned. She had his heart and yet she doesn't even know that he exists.
What a cruel faith he has, living unable to age and alone without a companion. Though he was satisfied with just watching her, but he took notice that he wanted more as the days pass by.
To be able to talk to her.
To walk beside her.
To caress and embrace her.
To claim her as his and only his.
'Oh, how much I want her.' He thought.
He watch as she walked to the edge of the balcony. Finishing the last beautiful note... When done, she pressed the flute against her chest.
Then to his shocking surprise, she looked his way with a soft smile as they finally locked gazes. For what seemed like hours, she looked away as she slowly began to enter her room.
Leaving the glass door opened as an invitation and it was something he couldn't refuse.
He silently flow to her balcony, landing on it with grace.
As he watch her intensely.
"May I see the face of my stalker of the night?''