It is one in the morning, you are on your usual home burglary spree.

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

You're a cold and reasonless sociopath who only cares about getting her prize by the end of the night.

Your next target is a house on the quoin of the street, as you were scouting previously, you noticed that there hasn't been a car in the driveway for days and you figure whoever lives there must be on vacation.

The gross opportunity to strike !

You can't help but grin at the perfect set of circumstances that have led you to this moment.

The street lamp is out, allowing you the cover of duskiness to sneak by.

You quickly and quietly approach the front porch and compeer into the windowpane, you notice there isn't a single brightness level on in the house.

jackpot, no one's home.

You try to turn the doorhandle but it's locked, you figured it was worth a try, you proceed to go around the house to the side yard logic gate and you hop over it, careful to be as quiet as possible.

You tiptoe through the incline yard, you listen as the crickets sing their birdsong from nearby, it's strangely calming.

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

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

You quietly abuse in but manage to lose footing and topple inside the bedroom 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 pocket to activate your flashlight.

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

"What even is this situation ?

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

Lots of gang, these could sell well.

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

You've never encountered this issue before.

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

But a chilling bearing plosive speech sound you as you are about to exit the window.

"How daring you ! ?"You figure it's unspoilt to try to run. You hope he can't get a good look at you to discover you with.

You try to chute out of the window but he grabs your shirt and puff you back, you land on the ground on your back, 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 standard candle on his bedside table, giving you pause as to why he didn't just change state on a light.

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

His hair is brunet and slicked back neatly.

You notice the pallid color of his lips.

Something feels..off about him.

Is he sick ?

He removes his vermilion colored greatcoat and sighs at you

"What am I to do with you ? !"

"I..I don't know.

I'm drear okay !

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

He walks towards you and snaffle your helping hand, it is ice cold.

You grab your speech sound and try to bid your friend to facilitate you but before you can, he scratches it out of your hands 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 gag comes to a sudden halt as he swiftly bites your neck opening, you scream loudly until he covers your mouth.

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

"Ow, you fucking monster !"

It stings so a good deal, you begin to finger weak.

You try to shout out but he covers your mouth

You feel the stemma lightly trickle down your throat, he presses on your sharpness combat injury and drags the blood across your cheeks as he trails his finger's breadth down them.

"I may be a monster, as you tactlessly put it, but at to the lowest degree I'm not a thief."He glares down at you

"I'm ... sorry.

you whisper through his script

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

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

He pauses for a brief moment

a good plaything for me to use."

"As I was trying to excuse to you, I am beat, as you might realize from my physical state of matter, and I hunger for the cutaneous senses of the living"

He drags his cold lifeless bridge player underneath your shirt, grabbing your breast under your bra.

"You forfeited your ability to say no to my desires when you broke into my home and attempted to steal my possessions"he continues.

"Please, full point, I am begging you !

You try to move his helping hand 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 tenacious time since I've enjoyed the chassis of a live victim.

You're warm, and your squirming makes the hunt club all the more exciting 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 claim it. ''

He unbuttons your blouse button by button. You freeze, knowing there probably is n't any way you can escape this. Your neck con game again, and you cringe in both pain in the ass and sheer misery of the situation.

He notices your anguish

'' I did n't need to be so rough with you, but you forced me to. ''

You plead,

'' There has to be another way, if you let me go I will never step foot anywhere near this place again. I wo n't differentiate anyone what you did to me, and I will never steal again. I wo n't even separate people..about ...

uh.. ''

that you 're a get laid vampire.. '' you look away from him and close down your eyes. You do n't even believe what you 're saying, but in social movement of you is a clearly dead man, reaching behind your cover to unclasp your bra. You stare back at his red eyes, there 's a certain allurement about them.

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

'' It 's true. ''

A thrill creeps down your spine, you hoped he would n't say that. The frigidness of the room makes your nipples erect.

'' But how can you even.. ?

you curl your lip

feel this kind of desire. ''

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

'' I 'm sorry ''

He reaches underneath your shorts and panties, rubbing the outside of your pussy.

'' It 's cold, please stop. I do n't like that ''

'' Stop protesting ! ''

He sticks two digit inside you, you ca n't serve but feel wet. `` Why ? '' you think to yourself. `` I do n't wish this, why does my trunk 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 have it the hard way. ''

He removes his shirt and unbuttons his black trousers, removing your jean shorts as he removes his boxers.

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

He throws the vesture on the flooring and gets on top of you, sliding his stiff severely rooster inside you. He breathes a cold icy breathing space on your lip, kissing the other position of your cervix and thrusting into you.

'' You 're dead ! This is n't mighty ! I do n't require this ! Let me go ! ! ! ''

He bites your neck opening and squeezes his jaw tightly, seemingly as to punish you for your cheekiness. You gasp for air, breathless from the incredible pain in the ass.

'' What a ignominy. ''

His cock hurts and barely can fit in your tight body. He sucks on your wound, draining your stock.

'' Please ... ''

He stops sucking on your insect bite, so to watch the origin pour naturally down your clavicle. He licks up your neck, tracing back the trail of descent.

'' You 're so lovesome, so tight, so lively. ''

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

'' So beautiful. ''

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

You feel every column inch of him, he lifts up your legs, the candlelight illuminating his stiff and veiny stopcock. The dim unclouded highlights his pale, blanched typeface and rough lineament. You smile softly, without even realizing it. You ca n't assist but find it..oddly attractive. A parting of you loves this but knows how perverted and wrong it is.

'' But you 're dead ... ''

'' So ? ''

'' This is n't right field ''

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

'' placidity. Embrace this tactual sensation ''

You grab his hands, warming them up a bit.

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

'' I know ''

'' How ? '' you think to yourself

You close your eyes and conduct his hands to your button as you feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, the way he uses you spirit so skillful, better than any living man has ever fucked you. You feel your legs shake and excite, your thigh tensing up.

'' springiness in. You do n't get a alternative ''

'' I..I want to ''

You can feel your cunt Begin to spasm, it feels so undecomposed.

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

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

You ca n't help yourself, and almost as if your body is separate from your brain, you begin to orgasm uncontrollably on his cock, coating it with your juice. You feel a deep sense of shame.

He thrusts faster and harder before you can catch your breath he ejaculates inside you, filling you completely to the detail of it dripping out of you. He pulls out of you and put side by side to you, arcminute pass in consummate silence. You watch the candle flicker hypnotically.

'' What now ? ''

'' You 'll quell with me of grade. Leave your old spirit behind, take leave from your old room and serve me. Do n't venture like you did not enjoy that oceanic abyss down inside. ''

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

He grabs your hand to preclude 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 leave my liveliness behind like that ? ''

'' wellspring you do n't have a pick, you 're going to die soon and join me in death. ''

You rub your hand across your sharpness marks and clear the horror of what he told you, after a brief moment.

'' I..am ? ''

'' In a short piece, yes. And you will serve my James Henry Leigh Hunt in demise too, maybe you will take account my dot of view when that happens. Better prepare for your new beingness, plaything. ''

He grins and meets your gaze .