He, in turn, held me in the clutches of his strong, pale arms. As the candelabras dripped bloodred wax, my body melted around Alexanders. And now, a month later, the wineor, rather, bloodcellar also housed votives, a portable DVD player, and an amorously entangled mortal and vampire. He nodded his head, and it was then I knewthese bottles werent filled with wine. I held out the bottle, which was shaking in my hand. Slowly, I turned around to find Alexander standing in the doorway. Curious, I lifted one of the Sterlings bottles from the shelf to inspect it further when I felt an icy shadow behind me. On closer inspection, some of the bottles appeared different from the cabernets and merlots Id seen resting on the three-tiered metal rack in the Madison family kitchen. Centuries-old Romanian and other European bottles were evenly stacked on dozens of wooden racks.
The floor was made of uneven stones and the arched ceiling and narrow walls of gray bricks. What lay on the other side was a dark, dusty, and chilly room.
It took all my strength to pry open the beam, but less to open the rusty door. My impatience got the best of me, so I figured a quick peek wouldnt hurt anyone. I paced in front of the door, deliberating whether to wait until he was finished. I had no idea what lay on the other side, and since Alexander was upstairs creating a masterpiece, I didnt want to disturb him. Behind the staircase and toward the north wing of the house I found an arched wooden door secured with a heavy wooden beam. Upon moving a portrait for storage in the basement, I stumbled across something Id never seen before. After Alexanders parents returned to Romania, I had decided to once again give the Mansion a feminine touch. I wanted him to have an alternative macabre sanctuary when he needed a retreat from painting in his attic room. Id transformed the wine cellar into a ghastly haunt as a present for him. Alexander, my vampire boyfriend, and I were nestled together in the dusty depths of the Mansions basement, passionately clinging to each other like a broken spider-web. The kind of kiss where I felt as if Id die if it ever ended.
It was a deadly kissthe kind of kiss that stole my breath, forced my heart into overdrive, left me hopelessly weakened and desperately gasping for more.
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