Vampayre New Year Kiss

It was a critical juncture in Jamine's life and career.  She had been pursued by two supernatural beings, though she did not realize the true nature of their power or sexual charimsa.  Luca, the famous composer, with eyes the color of pre-dawn light, a mystical, mythical violet, that represented the highest level of spiritual attunement spoke to the inner depths of her being, like her fingerprint, he was that close.  And Phisto, the famous conductor, who seduced her with his uncanny musical coaching and interpretation.  His eyes flashing a deep cobalt that indicated his level of engagement and passion.  Phisto wanted her to join his journey and to fatten herself on fame and achievement.

 Luca wanted her to live.  His deep amethyst colored eyes explored the caverns and crevices of her soul, leaving no interior thought or desire hidden.  His touch was at first cold, then burned with the passion of one who knew her well.  His kiss took her to inner regions where she met the essence of her soul and traveled, like a native, on that welcome journey.

Jasmine didn't realize that she was not only at a pivotal juncture in her career, but at a defining moment in her soul's journey that would dictate her future incarnations and relationships.  Vampayre;s are turned at the time that they are ready to advance spiritually.  They are gifted with the ability to remain in their physical forms until they are ready to leave the earth plane and explore higher regions.  First, each, must   pass the fourth trial in their spiritual evolution before they can leave their physical form.  Jasmine, though mortal, was facing a similar trial in her mortal incarnation and her choice would dictate her future.

Jasmine understood that with change she could grow or slip into the choices and patterns that had constricted and confined her life.  Her soul wanted Luca.  Her mind, and ambition wanted Phisto.

"I embrace you in the violet dawn of a New Year," Luca said as he held her to his body and drew her breath with his kiss.

His lips were at first cool, then burned with the fire of a thousand suns as Luca's kiss deepened, as his tongue explored the center of her feminine passions.  Gradually she heard the aria that she'd sung for him at the defining audition, the audition for his new opera.  If she won the role, her future was assured.  She sang each note, felt each rest and silence as intimately as her breath.  She knew the piece for it had been written for her.  The aria's signature was her individual sound that called her froth from dust to the consciousness of a sentient being.  She lay within the expanse of his kiss like a child in the womb, so protected and sated was she.  Luca called her home.  Her breath became shallow and the petty concerns of the world receded.  His kiss was all the remained, and the moving shadows of her many lives.  She was complete in that moment.

Her Golden Shaded Persian interrupted, deep green eyes alive with wisdom.

"It is not time," Santa said, thumping her tail against the woven silk amethyst duvet cover.  The pear shaped golden candlelight flickered in the New Year's light and remained steady against the power of their passion.

"I lost control." Luca admitted and released Jasmine as his being shuddered from the desire for completion.

Luca kissed Jasmine's closed eyes and called her back to the earth plane, summoning her with his desire to share an earthly journey.

Jasmine's eyes, green, like deep mountain ponds, flickered before registering consciousness.  She knew that a decision must be made.  Her being remained suspended in the space between Luca's kiss and her life.  The New Year had dawned.