It is one in the sunrise, you are on your usual house burglary spree.

You've never been caught yet, you make sure you leave no trail behind.

You're a cold and senseless psychopath who only cares about getting her dirty money by the end of the night.

Your following target is a mansion on the corner of the street, as you were scouting previously, you noticed that there hasn't been a car in the drive for twenty-four hour period and you figure whoever lives there must be on vacation.

The perfect opportunity to strike !

You can't supporter but grin at the double-dyed set of lot that have led you to this moment.

The streetlight is out, allowing you the covering fire of darkness to sneak by.

You quickly and quietly approach the presence porch and match into the window, you notice there isn't a ace light on in the house.

Jackpot, no one's home.

You try to flex the doorhandle but it's locked, you figured it was Worth a try, you proceed to go around the star sign to the side curtilage gate and you hop over it, careful to be as quiet as possible.

You tiptoe through the side railyard, you listen as the crickets sing their Sung from nearby, it's strangely calming.

You make your way to the backyard and you budge the backyard door : locked.

You sigh and try what appears to be a bedroom window, it's unlocked.

You quietly tread in but manage to lose foothold and topple inside the chamber over a desk, knocking over respective pens and some rusty old looking books.

You shut the window behind you and pick up the items you knocked over.

"Okay..focus."You whisper to yourself as you pull your phone out of your sac to activate your flashlight.

As the room lights up, you notice an copiousness of creepy looking things ; skulls, a black wooden bed frame of reference matched in colouring by a thickly viewgraph tapestry, dolls that look like they are from the 18th century, a jar with a skeleton 's hand in it.

"What even is this place ?

Probably some creep or old dandy lives here"you remark to yourself and search the desk drawers.

Lots of rings, these could betray well.

You pocket most of them when suddenly you hear a distant doorway open.

You've never encountered this consequence before.

"Oh no, what now ! ?"You panic and climb the desk in an endeavor to flee the house.

But a scarey bearing catch you as you are about to pass away the window.

"How daring you ! ?"You figure it's wagerer to try to run. You hope he can't get a just tone at you to identify you with.

You try to skip out of the window but he grabs your shirt and wrench you back, you land on the ground on your rachis, painfully.

You are dazed for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry sir, it isn't what you think.

I promise."

He strikes a match and lights the candle on his bedside table, giving you pause as to why he didn't just turn on a light.

Through the candlelight you see his featured, a bearded, middle-aged looking man with very pale looking skin and darkness, his ruby red eyes send chills down your spine just looking at them, they look worn out, with dark circles.

His haircloth is brunette and slicked back neatly.

You notice the pallid color of his lips.

Something feels..off about him.

Is he sick ?

He removes his scarlet colored greatcoat and sighs at you

"What am I to do with you ? !"

"I..I don't know.

I'm dreary okay !

Just let me go, here I'll I've back what I stole"you reach into your pockets and hit the tintinnabulation you stole, setting them on the desk.

He walks towards you and take hold of your hand, it is ice cold.

You grab your phone and try to call your friend to help you but before you can, he scratches it out of your hired hand and puts it on his bed stand

"Let me go !

Why are you so cold ! ?"

He pulls you to the bed, you struggle and try to kick him but he pins you down.

"Because I'm dead."

You laugh, clearly not believing him,"Uh. What are you even talking about ?"You inquire

Your laugh comes to a sudden stop as he swiftly bites your neck, you scream loudly until he covers your mouth.

He licks the gushing blood from your neck, you start to cry in pain in the neck

"Ow, you fucking monster !"

It stings so a lot, you begin to finger weak.

You try to call but he covers your rima oris

You feel the stemma lightly trickle down your throat, he presses on your pungency lesion and drags the blood across your impudence as he trails his finger's breadth down them.

"I may be a lusus naturae, as you tactlessly put it, but at least I'm not a thief."He glares down at you

"I'm ... sorry.

you whisper through his hand

"You will be."He replies, taking his hand off your mouth.

"As you probably know..my..physicality requires me to sustain myself, and I think you'd make ...

He pauses for a abbreviated consequence

a dear plaything for me to use."

"As I was trying to explain to you, I am utterly, as you might realize from my physical state, and I hunger for the touch of the living"

He drags his frigid lifeless mitt underneath your shirt, grabbing your titty under your bra.

"You forfeited your ability to say no to my desires when you broke into my house and attempted to slip my self-control"he continues.

"Please, closure, I am begging you !

You try to move his manus away from your breast, but he is too strong."

"The fact that you thought that would work is hilarious."He snickers at you

"It's been a long time since I've enjoyed the pulp of a endure victim.

You're warm, and your squirming makes the hunt all the more wind up for me."

"Cut the crap and let me go !"

"Why would I do that ? I'm having so much fun."He grins

"W..why are you doing this to me ! ?"

"Why would n't I ? The opportunity presented itself, I 'd be a fool not to take it. ''

He unbuttons your blouse button by button. You freeze, knowing there probably is n't any way you can break loose this. Your neck flimflam again, and you cringe in both bother and sheer wretchedness of the situation.

He notices your anguish

'' I did n't postulate to be so roughly with you, but you forced me to. ''

You plead,

'' There has to be another way, if you let me go I will never ill-use foot anywhere near this stead again. I wo n't narrate anyone what you did to me, and I will never steal again. I wo n't even enjoin people..about ...

uh.. ''

that you 're a fucking vampire.. '' you look away from him and close your eyes. You do n't even conceive what you 're saying, but in front of you is a clearly dead man, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. You stare back at his red eyes, there 's a certain temptingness about them.

'' Is it true ? This is insane. ''

'' It 's true. ''

A pall creeps down your backbone, you hoped he would n't say that. The cold of the room makes your tit erect.

'' But how can you even.. ?

you curl your lip

feel this kind of desire. ''

'' I grow tired of your sempiternal questioning. ''

'' I 'm no-good ''

He reaches underneath your shorts and step-in, rubbing the exterior of your kitty-cat.

'' It 's cold, delight block. I do n't like that ''

'' Stop protesting ! ''

He sticks two fingers inside you, you ca n't help but sense wet. `` Why ? '' you think to yourself. `` I do n't like this, why does my body betray me like this ? ! ``

'' No please ! '' you try to kick him, but he stops you

'' What, you do n't like a little foreplay ? Fine, I suppose you 'd rather take in it the backbreaking way. ''

He removes his shirt and unbuttons his blackness pant, removing your jean short circuit as he removes his boxers.

'' This could have been easier for you. ''

He throws the clothing on the trading floor and gets on top of you, sliding his stiffly gruelling cock inside you. He breathes a cold icy breather on your rim, kissing the other position of your neck and thrusting into you.

'' You 're dead ! This is n't right ! I do n't want this ! Let me go ! ! ! ''

He bites your neck and squeezes his jaw tightly, seemingly as to punish you for your insolence. You gasp for air, breathless from the unbelievable botheration.

'' What a shame. ''

His dick hurts and barely can fit in your squiffy body. He sucks on your wound, draining your parentage.

'' Please ... ''

He stops sucking on your collation, so to watch out the blood pour naturally down your collarbone. He licks up your cervix, tracing back the trail of blood.

'' You 're so warm, so fuddled, so lively. ''

He thrusts faster and runs his finger's breadth through your hair

'' So beautiful. ''

'' You 're a perfect toy, so alive. ''

You feel every inch of him, he lifts up your ramification, the candle flame illuminating his stiff and veiny cock. The dim light high spot his pale, ashen face and harsh features. You smile softly, without even realizing it. You ca n't help but find it..oddly attractive. A part of you loves this but knows how perverse and awry it is.

'' But you 're suddenly ... ''

'' So ? ''

'' This is n't compensate ''

'' No ! This is n't right ! '' You begin to cry, you find yourself unable to handle your conflicting tactile sensation.

'' Quiet. Embrace this look ''

You grab his hands, warming them up a bit.

'' I..I love it.. ''

'' I know ''

'' How ? '' you think to yourself

You close your center and guide his hands to your clit as you feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, the way he uses you feels so good, better than any life man has ever fucked you. You feel your legs tremble and excite, your thighs tensing up.

'' Give in. You do n't have a choice ''

'' I..I want to ''

You can feel your pussycat Begin to spasm, it feels so good.

'' I ca n't pretend anymore.. ''

'' Give in., '' he whispers in your ear

You ca n't help yourself, and almost as if your body is separate from your mind, you begin to orgasm uncontrollably on his cock, coating it with your juices. You feel a oceanic abyss gumption of ignominy.

He thrusts faster and knockout before you can catch your breather he ejaculates inside you, filling you completely to the point of it dripping out of you. He pulls out of you and position next to you, instant pass in complete quiet. You watch the candle flutter hypnotically.

'' What now ? ''

'' You 'll stay with me of course. Leave your old animation behind, depart from your old path and dish out me. Do n't pretend like you did not love that trench down inside. ''

'' It was wrong. I ca n't stay. ''

He grabs your handwriting to keep you from getting off the bed

'' Do n't act like you do n't want to, I can see right through you. ''

'' I want to stay, but how can I give my life behind like that ? ''

'' Well you do n't have a choice, you 're going to die soon and conjoin me in death. ''

You rub your mitt across your chomp fool and realize the horror of what he told you, after a brief moment.

'' I..am ? ''

'' In a short circuit piece, yes. And you will serve my hunt in Death too, maybe you will value my power point of perspective when that happens. better prepare for your new creation, plaything. ''

He grins and meets your gaze .