Sara stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed. She had been sitting at her typewriter all day, writing. She was a writer of gothic romance novels, and a famous one at that. No one bothered her in the house that she lived in, which was in the middle of the Colorado wilderness. She liked living by herself, and in such a secluded area. It helped her to write better, being that there were no interruptions. Not even a phone to distract her, only a cell phone for emergencies. She grabbed a towel that was hanging next to the shower door and quickly dried herself off. Once she was sufficiently dry, she turned to look in the full-length mirror that hung on the inside of the bathroom door.

She was very beautiful, with long blonde hair that hung down to her waist. She also had deep blue eyes, a straight nose, and slightly pouty lips. She also had a lean and shapely body, keeping herself fit using the many aerobic exercises that her friend, Lana, had taught her. But, the problem was, according to Lana, that Sara hardly ever left home. Sara was surprised that Lana would trek the long jeep trail to come over to her house. Lana always was pushing her to 'go out, meet people, have some fun at some poor horny dude's expense'. Sara would merely laugh and tell her that she was busy. She always wanted to stay home and write. With all the ideas swirling in her head, she wanted to write them down so she wouldn't forget them. Lana would always scold her for keeping herself hidden from the world. "She has got to get a man, that way she won't pester ME so much" she thought. Looking in the mirror for a minute longer, she finished drying off her long hair and grabbed her large, bulky nightgown and put it on. Even though she was beautiful, Sara wanted to hide her body as best she could. She didn't like it. She thought she was too bony. Satisfied that the large nightgown hid her body sufficiently, she grabbed the towel she was using and walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair. She had no idea that someone was watching.

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Undertaker had been perched outside her bedroom window for hours, just staring at the display of beauty that was before him. He had come here every night for over a year, just to watch her. He remembered the first time that he saw her face. One of the members of his Ministry of Darkness, Mideon, had been reading a book. "Mideon, what are you reading?" Undertaker asked.

Mideon didn't even look up. He was too engrossed in what he was reading. "Mideon, I said, what are you reading?" Undertaker asked, tapping him on the shoulder. "It's called 'Dark Knight's Desire'" Mideon said, not even looking up. Undertaker raised an eyebrow. "A romance book, Mideon? You're reading a romance book?" he asked.

"The story is actually pretty good. It's something you might like, Master", Mideon replied. He put his book down, and shuffled through the bag that was lying at his feet. He took out another book and handed it to him. "Here, Master. Try it", he said timidly.

Undertaker turned the book over, and stared at the picture that greeted him. It was the face of a beautiful blond woman, probably in her early to mid twenties. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he made it his first priority to find out every detail about her. He spent the next year finding out every single detail that there was to know, from her name (which was Sara Barton), to her waist size (size four), down to her favorite chewing gum (Big Red). He had even become addicted to the novels that she wrote. It was amazing that such...sordid and explicit fantasies poured out of this seemingly innocent woman's head. He watched as she sat down at her typewriter again. An idea popped into his head. He then closed his eyes and began to concentrate. He carefully entered her mind, and began to find out details that no one else had ever known. He was shocked when he found out that she was a virgin. "How can such material come out of the mind of such an innocent woman?" he thought. He dug deeper, finding out that she had never even had a boyfriend before. "How can anyone NOT want her?!" he thought. He was amazed that, in all the time that he had been watching her, he had never thought of probing her mind. As soon as he got what he wanted, he withdrew. He smiled. She was single. Over the time he had been coming to watch her, his desire for her increased dramatically. He looked at the nightgown that she was wearing. Even though her body was covered, he knew of the oh so wonderful package that was hidden underneath the bulky wrapping that was her nightgown. He would always watch her shower through the bathroom window.

Also, he knew that, when it was warm, she liked to stroll around her house, nude. He loved it when she did that. He watched her as she put on her black wire rimmed glasses, and began to type. She was always a feverish worker. As he watched, his body began to get more and more excited. He was always excited when he watched her. She was so innocent, that it made him want her even more. She just typed away, unaware that he was watching her. Unaware of the lust that she had awakened within him, the lust that he had never known before. He looked up at the moon, seeing that it was nearly full. He knew that the next night would be a full moon. A plan began to form in his head. Before he could stop himself, he had made an envelope and a black rose appear in his hands. The envelope was black, her name written in silver ink on the front. He made his way to her front door, and put the envelope and rose on the doorstep. He knocked three times, and quickly hid himself behind a tree that was not too far off. It was dark, so his black robe blended in perfectly. He raised his hood and waited.

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Sara was busy typing when she heard a knock on the door. "Who could be out here, of all places, at this time of night?" she said to herself. Looking at the clock hanging on her wall, she noticed that it was 11:30. She went to her door and opened it. There was no one there, but upon looking down, she saw the envelope and the black rose and froze. Who could have left it here? She slowly bent down and retrieved them. She saw her name written on the front in Gothic type lettering, which was written with glittering silver ink. Opening the envelope, she took out a card. The card was also black. On the card, it said:

"Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight,
Though hell should bar the way."

It was written in the same lettering and ink. She looked around, desperately trying to find the person who had left these items on her doorstep. She saw no one. She looked at the card again. She remembered the quote from a poem that she liked, called "The Highwayman". She forgot who had written it. Reading the quote over and over again, she slowly smiled. No one had ever shown interest in her before. But, the question was, who? She didn't really know anyone, so her mind was blank. She went back into her house, and closed the door behind her. She walked into her living room and sat down, turning over the card in her hands. She was trying to figure out who it was from.

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Undertaker moved from behind the tree as the front door closed. He made his way to the living room window, where he saw her sit down and turn the card over in her hands. She then looked at the rose, which she had placed beside her on the couch. She picked it up and brought it to her nose, and inhaled. He grinned when he saw her smile. She got up and walked over to the table by the window, and placed the rose in a vase that was on it, making sure that it was in the middle, and making sure that it was clearly visible. When she sat down again, still inspecting the card, another thought popped into his head. Closing his eyes and concentrating, he sent something to her, a gift. Once the deed was done, he opened his eyes to see that she had risen and was walking to her room.

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Sara walked into her room, still staring at the card. She was at a total loss. She looked up and gasped, the card falling forgotten to the floor.

On the bed was a black shiny box, tied with silver ribbon. On top of the box was yet another card. Slowly, she walked towards the bed. She was becoming terrified. Someone had come into her home without her knowing. With a trembling hand, she picked up the card. It was like the first, black paper written in silver ink, with the same lettering. This time, the message said:

"Just a few little somethings that I would VERY much like to see you in"

Slowly placing the card beside the box, she slowly began to untie the ribbon. Once the ribbon was untied, she cautiously opened the box, and pushed the tissue paper aside. Her eyes widened. Inside the box was clothing. But, not just any clothing. Picking up one of the garments, she saw a silken teddy. She gulped and blushed deeply. Dropping the garment back into the box, she noticed that there were several bra and panty sets, as well as a short silk robe, and a silk negligee. They were all white. She slowly picked up the negligee and held it up.

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Undertaker smiled when he saw her reaction to the lingerie that he had given her. But, he sensed the extreme fear that she was feeling. So, he decided to go into her mind and wrap his mind around hers, like a warm blanket, massaging the fear away. He didn't want her to be scared. That was the last thing that he wanted. All he wanted to do was to love her, like no man ever had. He wanted his touch to be the first touch that she felt. He didn't understand why she shut herself away like this. She was so beautiful, a woman to die for. He loved the way she walked, with a sexy little sway to her hips. He thought that her hips were made specifically for his hands. His excitement grew to the point where it was excruciating. He wanted her so badly, and she was so very close. He wanted to drink of the sweet wine of her lips, to bury himself in the warmth of her body, to feel her internal muscles clamp down on him in her release. He looked at her legs. Time and time again he would picture those legs wrapped around him in the heat of passion. He looked up at the moon again. It was then he made his decision. Tomorrow night, he would come back, this time to claim her as his own.

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The next night, Sara took her shower at the usual time, which was at 11:00. She usually finished her showers in fifteen minutes, but tonight she took a little longer. She was still thinking of last night, and the mysterious person who had sent her the gifts. She was afraid at first, but the fear disappeared. All that was left was curiosity. Who was this person? How did this person find out where she lived? How did this person get into her home if all her windows were locked, and the only way to get in was through the open door? She pondered these questions as she stepped out of the shower. Drying herself off, she reached for her large nightgown and hesitated. She drew her hand back, looking at the nightgown she usually wore. For some odd reason, she didn't fee like wearing it. She looked at the open door to her bathroom, at the box that she had put on a chair next to her bed. "I wonder if they fit" she thought. Taking the towel and wrapping it around herself, she walked out of the room, stopping in front of the chair that held the box. She opened it. Looking over the contents, she decided to try on the teddy first. It was a very snug fit. Turning to the large mirror across from the bed, she looked at herself. She was amazed to see that she looked good. She looked damned good. After a few minutes of looking in the mirror, she began to pose. After a few minutes of posing, she giggled and blushed. "Right, like anyone's going to see you in it", she thought. Sighing, she took off the teddy and tried on the bra and panty sets, which fit her perfectly as well. The bras were push up bras, which made her large breasts look somehow larger. Her favorite was the negligee. Slipping it over her head, she looked in the mirror. The negligee hugged her curves beautifully. For the first time, she didn't think she was bony. She decided to sleep in it. Slipping on the silken robe, which came to her mid thigh, she sat down at her vanity, and picked up her brush. She began to brush her hair.

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Undertaker carefully walked outside her bedroom window, surprised at the sight that greeted him. She was modeling the teddy. At once he felt his pants becoming painfully tight around the bulge that was housed there. He watched, mesmerized, as she posed in front of the mirror. Every pose was a seductive one. That made the bulge in his pants harden even more. She had no idea of the spell that she had unknowingly cast on him. As contradictive as it was, there was no other way to describe it. It was a spell of seductive innocence. He watched as she peeled off the teddy to try on the rest of the garments that were in the box. Once she came to the negligee, he read her thoughts. She was going to sleep in it. "Oh, no. Sleep is not on the agenda tonight, my sweet", he thought. "I intend to claim you, mind, body, and soul." He decided to make his presence known before he decided to go to her.

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Sara was finished brushing her hair, and had begun applying lotion to her soft and silky legs. "I don't do all this moisturizing for nothing" she thought. When she was done, she put the bottle back on the vanity. Suddenly, she felt a chill, as well as a...presence in her mind. Wrapping her arms around herself, she looked around. She had the feeling that she was being watched. She began to sing to herself. "I always feel like...somebody's watching me..." she sang softly, thinking of the Rockwell song. At that moment, she heard footsteps, not here, but in the living room. She got up, slowly, and made her way to the living room. Peeking around the corner, she saw that there was no one there. "Just your overactive imagination" she thought, sighing. Walking back to the bedroom, she went in and closed the door. When she turned around, she froze, staring in shock.

There was a man standing in the middle of the room. He was huge. He looked to be about two or three inches shy of seven feet tall, and very broad shoulders. She couldn't really see anything else, because he was wearing a black velvet robe with satin trimming. The only patch of skin she could see were his hands. They were enormous. Slowly, very slowly, he began to walk towards her, while she backed away. He walked until he was directly in front of her, her back coming in contact with the door. He put his hands on either side of her, and leaned down. It was then that he began to speak.

"I told you that I would come to you by moonlight", he said. His deep voice sent shivers up and down her spine, not shivers of fear, but shivers of something else. Something she would later discover to be desire. "I always keep my promises." He looked down, removing his left hand from the door, and fingering the hem of the silken robe. "I see that you've received my gifts", he said. "Do they fit well?" Sara gulped and nodded, her eyes wide. She didn't dare take her eyes off the man that was before her. "How did you get in here?" she squeaked. "It doesn't matter. What does matter is the reason I am here." "Why are you here?" she asked. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I've come here...to claim you", he said, brushing his lips over her earlobe.

She gasped sharply when she felt his lips come in contact with her ear. No one had ever done that to her before. Her breathing became heavy, her chest heaving. For the first time since she had discovered this man in her bedroom, she felt fear washing over her.

"Do not be afraid of me", he said softly. "I promise that I will not harm you." He pulled back so he could remove his hood. What she saw made her breath catch. He was very handsome, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders and over his shoulder blades. He had a bold nose, and lips that looked made for kissing. But his best feature was his eyes. Those fathomless green eyes. She was too busy staring at his eyes to notice that he was touching her face until she felt his fingers tracing her cheek.

"So very lovely, so very innocent", he murmured, staring into her deep blue eyes. He ran the pad of his thumb over her lips. They were soft. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him, and bent his head, kissing her. Because of her inexperience, he began slowly, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue. Once her mouth was open, he gently snaked his tongue inside, exploring every single crevice, encouraging her to do the same, which she did, slowly. Once he felt that she got the feel of it, he deepened the kiss, pulling her tighter against his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get a firm grip in the spinning world around her. This was her first kiss, and she could rightfully say that it was a damn good one.

They separated, the kiss leaving both breathless. He felt himself harden even more when he felt her chest heaving, pressing against his own. He ground his hips against her, letting her feel his arousal. He looked down at her flushed face. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyelids halfway closed, her eyes darkened with desire. He couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted her. NOW. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up. She clung onto his shoulders, as though not to fall. He was really tall, and she didn't want to fall down. He walked over to the bed and carefully laid her down in the center. He reached over to the lamp that was on the table beside the bed and turned it off, bathing the room in moonlight instead of the lamplight.

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