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The private flight to Aruba was longer then I would have liked, part of it was just my eagerness to see my beautiful dark goddess once again. It has been almost 7 months since she stepped out of my life. And while this may not be considered a long time... when my actions were part of the reason for her departure, I wanted her to know of my recent change. In our two centuries together, both of us have been guilty of changing to the point that we cannot stand each other. Apparently, it seems, it was my turn this decade.

I stepped off the plane onto the tarmac, hoping she would be there for me. I admit, I could not hide my disappointment that appeared on my face as I climbed into the limousine, setting against the soft fabric of the seat. My head leaned back as I sighed, still not quite sure how this would go. For all I knew, she still held a disapproval of me for my actions. Was this to be a time for us to make up? Or one of my own reprisal? I stared out across the water as the car moved, watching the water wash upon the sands that were so very white even in the moonlight that peeked out occasionally from the clouds that moved quickly across the island.

My fingers played unconsciously with the hem of my dress pants when I crossed my legs and reclined just slightly in the seat. I didn't want to appear too anxious if she were waiting for me unexpected at the hotel. I closed my eyes and remembered other nights we'd had on other beaches as her hair had played around her face. She knew how to walk so that her hips would sway seductively with each step. There was nothing of the clumsy gait that most mortals had when they stepped through the soft sand. "My Celeste..." I whispered quietly to myself as my eyes opened once again.

It only took a few minutes to get to the Playa Linda Hotel, the joys of an island that is only 19 miles at it's longest point. Once again I expected to see her waiting for me in front of the hotel as the door to the car opened and I stepped out. The air was humid and I slid my jacket off, tucking it over my arm as I looked to the rear of the car as my bag was removed. My white shirt, the top three buttons undone, pressed back against my chest from the breeze of the trade winds. I couldn't hold in the sigh that once again left my lips. A young man ran up, grabbed my bag and asked that I follow him to the reception desk. I inclined my head to the limousine driver and followed the youth that had kidnapped my baggage.

The reception area was brightly lit and the walls were all decorated in a reddish orange sand color. The desk itself was coated in a blue-green marble a combination that I wasn't entirely sure worked together, but it seemed to liven the place up. I set my arm on the counter and gave my reservation number, handing the lady behind it my passport and credit card. She spoke quite decent English, but I switched to Spanish and she seemed more comfortable with it. She handed me two room keys, never once questioning why I appeared to be alone when the reservation was for two.

The young man that held my bag led me to my room, taking one of the keys from me and opening the door. I stepped into the room ahead of him and that's when the first smile finally appeared on my lips. Her hair seemed to float around her face like a marionette as she leaned against the railing of the balcony. She wore an impossibly short negligee and I heard the gasp of the bell boy as he spotted her when he walked past me. She just stood there watching us a smile on her face as well. I took a step forward and closed the mouth of the bell boy and stuffed a large bill in his hand. "Leave us, now." I said, my voice commanding and leaving no room for question. As I partially expected, her beauty had him hypnotized and he heard nothing I said. He stood there for a moment longer until I looked down at him and then stepped in front of his view of her and glared down at him. He apologized and slowly backed out of the room, trying to get one more glimpse of her from around me.

When the door closed I turned back around to face her, dropping the keys and my jacket off on the table as I passed. When I approached the balcony door, I felt the warm breeze confront me once again. I put my foot over the threshold of the balcony and crossed my arms, leaning back against the door frame, crossing my feet at the ankles. I just stood there, watching her. Those beautiful green eyes of her moved over my body once but to anyone else, she'd have seemed a statue. After several moments of silence, I stepped forward and slid my arm around her waist and pulled her toward me, our lips, as they always had, instinctively finding each other.

Her hand ran up my chest before I felt the light scrape of her nails as she clenched my shirt and pulled it open, the buttons making almost no sound as they fell to the cement floor of the balcony. My lips had not left hers as I felt my shirt being slid off my shoulders. I broke the kiss and found her neck, my fangs brushing across her flesh as I kissed along it. I felt her body tense slightly and push against mine as my shirt was removed. I knew she'd tossed it back into the room from the movement of her body.

I returned once more to her lips, the kiss deepening as her leg came up onto my hip. I could taste the faint hint of her blood upon my tongue and I lifted her up, setting her on the wide railing, her legs locking around me, pulling me against her body. I could feel the rise and fall of her breasts through the satin negligee against my chest. Time passed but don't ask me how much, I couldn't tell you. The kiss finally began to slow and I opened my eyes to look into her. An ever so slight grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. "So I take it this means I'm forgiven?" I chided with her. I felt the stinging blow of her rings on my shoulder as she punched me before smiling at me. "There was never anything to forgive Santiago." That was to be the end of that discussion.

Offering her my hand, I guided her inside the hotel and pushed her down onto the bed. So began our first night in Aruba, together... once again. The next question was if she would be returning with me when the week was over, but I wasn't about to interrupt this moment to ask that. We'll see how the week went first.

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