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Piers kept his hand in hers as he guided her through the crowd, vampires bowing their heads to him as they passed. He was giving her a small tour through his home and had lead her up to the third floor. Couples had dispersed themselves all over his home, some huddled on the staircase, others in groups conversing but this floor was completely empty and quiet. They were walking through a long, large hallway when a large painting caught her eye. She stopped in front of it, prompting Piers to stop along with her as she gazed at it.

The painting was as tall as she was and just as wide with a large, ornate golden frame. Although it was in pristine condition it clearly was very old. It looked like it belonged in the Louvre, not here. In the painting a female goddess perched on a cloud with a white gown reached her glowing hand down to a man standing on a cliff of rocks. The man had black horns on the side of his head and his fingertips looked like they were dipped in black. He had large black wings sprouting from his back and was reaching his hand up to the goddess, fingertips not quite able to touch.

"This is the Goddess of strength and her demon lover." Piers said, placing his hands in his pockets as he stood next to Vivienne, also admiring the painting. "They say he had been an angel that had fallen. The goddess fell in love with him and wanted to stay with him. Obviously heaven and hell did not agree and they were forbidden from ever being with each other again. They formed a plan to meet in secret but when they did, another jealous angel struck her with his dagger and killed her." Vivienne listened to Piers tell the story as she gazed at the painting. "What happened to the fallen angel?" She asked quietly not moving her eyes from the scene. "He was overcome with grief. He chopped off his horns and vowed to never love another. They say he is the first vampire." At this Vivienne snapped her eyes to Piers as he stared at the painting. "There's much more to the story but we can save that for another time."

Vivienne moved her eyes back to the painting, thinking over what he'd said. There was something about the scene that was pulling her in. She couldn't take her eyes off of it. "It's addictive, isn't it?" Piers asked softly. Vivienne nodded silently. "I've had this painting a long time but every time I look at it feels like the first."

After a few minutes of the pair standing silently in front of the painting, Piers moved closer to Vivienne. She turned to face him and he smoothly placed one hand on the side of her face, the other on her waist. Her stomach did a summer sault and she placed a hand gently on his arm. Piers leaned his face in and pressed his lips to hers gently, hand moving to the small of her back. Vivienne felt her cheeks burn red now as she let a small gasp escape her lips, giving Piers the opportunity to deepen the kiss as he angled his head to the side, pushing her body against his. Vivienne tipped her head back more as he pushed her to him with a small moan. Piers moved his lips to her jaw line and down to her neck, leaving a soft trail of kisses along the way.

She gasped slightly when his lips touched her neck and Piers pushed her against the nearby wall. His hands slid down and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist before his lips found hers again. She felt her insides burning from the passionate kiss and position they were in. Her nose was filled with his scent and his body felt hard against hers. Piers lips greedily moved down her neck again and lower. Vivienne threaded her fingers through his silver strands of hair on the back of his head. One of Piers' hands moved to rest on her chest while he kissed her neck, sucking harshly which made Vivienne let out a gasp. "Piers.." She said softly, burning with desire for him.

Piers forced himself away from her neck and kissed her in frustration once more, this time more rough and eager. He unhooked her legs from him and helped her to stand. "Don't stop." Vivienne said softly, not wanting to leave him. Piers ran a hand through his hair and stepped away from her. It had been a long time since he had found himself in a situation where he was losing his sense of control. "Not now." He said in a husky voice which did nothing but stimulate Vivienne further.