This is my first mailing, so please bear with me in my first attempt ....

This story was actually requested from an on-line admirer ... .Mathews is actually a little girl, and asked me to produce a story for her about one of her illusion ... .She liked this ... so hopefully you may delight this as well ...

I have to return inspirational credit to place to the display board to JadeM ... Her stories have captivated me over the last few days, I cant turn back version her story ... ...

here it goes ... ..

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Chapter 1

St. Matthew has finished changing for the eventide. She is wearing a heavy night shirt but it still does not kill the damp cold tactile sensation running through her since she left the dinner table It is chilly and verbose outside.

Matthews brushes her Brown hairsbreadth, til its subdued and shiny. The glow of the candela on her pale skin makes it appear to be glowing. Mathews steps back and look at herself. She is tired but still awake. The speech sound of the wind sends another frisson up her spine.

She walks over to her bed. It is a definitive 4 pillar bed. The bed is draped with a sheer mantle and heavy drape tied back. On nights like these, she always releases the heavy drapes, not only to carry off the cold, but to also save her from vampire that are rumored to be present. She jumps up the 4'onto the bed, the mattress gruelling, but the laboured thick quilt cover charge is flossy. St. Matthew the Apostle positions herself in the middle of the bed and pulls the comforter up to her neck.

Again the noises catch her aid. She keeps her eyes afford listening to the noise, believing all the stories from when she was untested. While it thrilled her to think of keep for ever and never aging, it terrified her thinking of being bitten on the cervix. She wondered if those sharp long teeth would bruise like a stab or if it would be a small-scale tick.

After a while, she finally drifts off to sleep. While she is asleep, the grievous mantle slowly teddy to the side.
The handsome ( give me a break ... Don't think you want an ugly vamp ) vampire moves into her sleeping chamber. enumeration score ( the vampire ) draws in a mystifying breathing time, and he is intoxicated by the smelling. There is nothing more seductive and enticing than the unfermented aroma of a honest virgin.

The Count hovers over Matthews, drawing her in his minds eye. He wonders back on how many prison term he has entered this bedroom, undetected, and never wanting to leave. numeration Mark stands over St. Matthew the Apostle, admiring her configuration, even hidden under the heavy quilt, he can hit out her young womanly physique. She has developed into a shapely and attractive lady.

He has long awaited her pending 16th natal day. It takes all of his effort to constrain his unfeigned desires but he can dream. He imagines how soft her neck will be, how she will delineate his psyche into her cervix. The wanting in him to take her. The Count shudders, feeling aroused as he watches her hint in her ascension and falling thorax.

The enumeration moves down to kneel beside her. He brushes her hair from her neck. He watches the beating of her warmness in her veins. Softly and gently he puts a finger on her cervix, feeling the pure blood coarsing through the vein.

His hand starts to shake. He slowly slips back into a living dream. He can experience his lips touching the sonant skin, the tip of his dentition moving to the perfect position on the neck. Mathews straining to one slope, offering her cervix clearly to him. Then in one sift pungency, clamping down and piercing the skin.

The count snaps back to reality, finding himself only inches from St. Matthew the Apostle neck. Her aroma even stronger, he is so entice to take the bite. He is weighing the options and can experience himself intemperately with the anticipation.

He is almost ready to bite, when she stirs, startling him. He jumps back, like anyone who is caught in the act of something they dont want discovered. She rolls back again, onto her binding, the numeration simply stands back watching.

He knows it will happen in due time and the pleasance will only be increasing for 60 minutes the enumeration watches over Matthew.

Finally at the finally minute, he departs before the morning sun ascending.

Mathews slowly comes out of a restless sleep. It has been another Nox where she slept but still does n't sense like she got a good sleep, almost like something kept her from reaching that deep sopor.

Then she notices, the heavy curtains which she had completely closed, are slightly receptive.

With a start, she runs to the actor's assistant and desperately tries to find a match to light the candle. Finally with some light, she carefully checks her neck to see if there are any tell tale marks left from her late Nox visitant.

She breathes a heavy sigh of relief but is also disappointed.

Her hand runs over her body, dreaming of what it would feel like. Softly touching her breasts, feeling her nipples hard but thinking its just the cold damp. Absent mindedly her hand slips further down and presses into herself, wondering and wanting, knowing and fearing.


Her hand slowly rubs between her ramification but its lonesome her so it cant be that bad. She quickly lets her hands touch places, seeing if that dreamy shadow comes back to mind.

Her breasts ... no

Her breadbasket ... no

Her special point ... no, but touching there does give her butterflies in her stomach but in a different way. She keeps touching her body, chasing the feeling.

her limb ... no

her thigh ... no

her sass ... no ... not really ... well maybe ... but not the same.

Levi almost gives up then she thinks maybe just maybe. She slowly reaches out one last prison term, her hand shaking, she touches her cervix. She gasps as the flavor in her abdomen makes her body prickling from her toes to the top of her head like a jolt of electricity, but warm and good.

She is now positive she did have a visitor in the Night. Now she knows she needs to do something to meet this stranger. She is confound how a dream a tincture can get her to react in this way but all the Saame she knows it has to be real.

St. Matthew the Apostle stays in bed for hours running through all the things she could try and do. They run from barracking her self in to protect herself all the way to runing of flying away with the stranger to live an endless life.

Finally Levi mother comes and lets her know she has to get on with her day Matthwews protests, but finally agrees. She slowly slides out of bed and walkway to her dresser and selects her dress. Typically Matthews wears what is expected over her. Today she is daring and wears her favourite outfit.

Its a black rig, the top, fine ignominious lace with get detail that is over a fine silk blouse. The silk flows like piss and always makes her grinning. The bottom is a long run black skirt that billows out when she spins around. This is on-top of a black silk corset that accentuates her consistency and makes sure everyone knows that she is truly turning into a woman.

After getting dressed Matthews slowly makes her way to the nifty room where the rest of the mob is waiting. Gospel According to Matthew asks what everyone is doing, and no one speaks. They are all staring at her jaws open. From behind her, she hears some one say 'wow, how is the gorgeous noblewoman'. Mathews turns to find Adam.

Adam was from the next village. His menage was not as well off, but not poor. Levi also remembers and quickly has a flash back to that first kiss, well the first of everything. cristal was her first.

He never rushed never made any demands. He was her safe friend and more but it always seemed like their friendship always got in the way of the 'and more'office but she liked it that way.

Robert Adam 's chemical reaction seemed to snap the folk out of their shock. Her mother asks, 'why are you dressed like that ?'

Mathews reply 'because it just felt like the rightfulness outfit for today, So What are we doing today ?'

Adam comes over and says'I cant believe you dont remember'

She says'I didnt sleep, errr, well close dark. somebody, errr, thing kept me tossing and turning .'

Mathew 's founder appears to be upset when the `` someone '' bit slipped out.

'So Adam, what are we doing today ?'

XTC replies `` well our families are going to the lake for a tiffin. but now its a late tiffin'

Matthews turns and throws Adam a look and then announces to everyone to get going ....


End of Chapter 1 ... .