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

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

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

Your next target area is a sign on the recession 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 perfect opportunity to chance on !

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

The streetlight is out, allowing you the cover of swarthiness to swipe by.

You quickly and quietly approach the front porch and equal into the window, you notice there isn't a undivided lightness on in the house.

pot, no one's home.

You try to turn the doorknob but it's locked, you figured it was Worth a try, you proceed to go around the house to the slope one thousand logic gate and you hop over it, measured to be as silence as possible.

You tiptoe through the English yard, you listen as the crickets sing their strain 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 sleeping room window, it's unlocked.

You quietly tread in but manage to lose terms and tumble inside the bedchamber over a desk, knocking over respective pen and some out of practice old looking books.

You shut the window behind you and piece up the item you knocked over.

"Okay..focus."You whisper to yourself as you pull your telephone set out of your pocket to activate your flashlight.

As the elbow room lights up, you notice an abundance of creepy looking thing ; skulls, a black wooden bed frame matched in color by a thickset overhead arras, dolls that look like they are from the 18th 100, a jar with a skeleton 's hand in it.

"What even is this place ?

Probably some weirdo or old beau lives here"you remark to yourself and seek the desk drawers.

wads of anchor ring, these could betray well.

You pocket most of them when suddenly you hear a remote door open.

You've never encountered this offspring before.

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

But a cooling comportment stops you as you are about to perish the window.

"How dare you ! ?"You figure it's skillful to try to run. You hope he can't get a good aspect at you to describe you with.

You try to jump out of the windowpane but he grabs your shirt and pulls you back, you land on the background on your backrest, 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 candles on his bedside table, giving you pause as to why he didn't just turn on a light.

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

His hairsbreadth is brunette and slicked back neatly.

You notice the sick gloss of his lips.

Something feels..off about him.

Is he retch ?

He removes his scarlet colored greatcoat and sighs at you

"What am I to do with you ? !"

"I..I don't know.

I'm deplorable okay !

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

He walks towards you and grabs your handwriting, it is ice cold.

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

"Let me go !

Why are you so dusty ! ?"

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 halt as he swiftly bites your neck, you scream loudly until he covers your mouth.

He licks the gushing line from your neck, you start to cry in nuisance

"Ow, you fucking monster !"

It stings so much, you begin to find weak.

You try to scream but he covers your mouth

You feel the blood lightly trickle down your pharynx, he presses on your bite lesion and drags the blood across your face as he trails his fingers 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 suffer myself, and I think you'd make ...

He pauses for a brief consequence

a dear toy for me to use."

"As I was trying to explain to you, I am dead, as you might clear from my physical country, and I hunger for the touch of the animation"

He drags his low temperature lifeless hand underneath your shirt, grabbing your breast under your bra.

"You forfeited your power to say no to my desires when you broke into my house and attempted to steal my will power"he continues.

"Please, stop, I am begging you !

You try to make a motion his handwriting away from your titty, but he is too strong."

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

"It's been a long fourth dimension since I've enjoyed the build of a live victim.

You're warm, and your squirming makes the hunt club all the more turn on for me."

"Cut the shite and let me go !"

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

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

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

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

He notices your hurt

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

You plead,

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

uh.. ''

that you 're a fucking vampire.. '' you look away from him and close your eyes. You do n't even believe what you 're saying, but in forepart 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 mad. ''

'' It 's on-key. ''

A chill creeps down your vertebral column, you hoped he would n't say that. The coolness 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 endless inquiring. ''

'' I 'm sorry ''

He reaches underneath your shortstop and pantie, rubbing the outside of your kitty-cat.

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

'' hitch protesting ! ''

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

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

'' What, you do n't like a niggling foreplay ? Fine, I suppose you 'd rather deliver it the punishing way. ''

He removes his shirt and unbuttons his melanise pant, removing your jean shortstop as he removes his boxer.

'' This could feature been soft for you. ''

He throws the clothing on the trading floor and gets on top of you, sliding his stiff hard cock inside you. He breathes a stale icy breathing space on your lips, kissing the early face of your neck opening and thrusting into you.

'' You 're idle ! This is n't proper ! 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 incredible pain.

'' What a shame. ''

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

'' Please ... ''

He stops sucking on your bite, so to determine the blood pour naturally down your clavicle. He licks up your neck, tracing back the trail of blood.

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

He thrusts faster and runs his fingers through your hair

'' So beautiful. ''

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

You feel every inch of him, he lifts up your legs, the candlelight illuminating his remains and veiny cock. The dim light highlights his pale, ashen face and rough features. You smile softly, without even realizing it. You ca n't assist but encounter it..oddly attractive. A division of you loves this but knows how wayward and wrong it is.

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

'' So ? ''

'' This is n't right-hand ''

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

'' Quiet. embracement this feeling ''

You grab his hands, warming them up a bit.

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

'' I know ''

'' How ? '' you think to yourself

You close your optic and guide his hands to your button as you feel yourself getting closer to an coming, the way he uses you feels so good, better than any living man has ever fucked you. You feel your stage shake and sway, your thigh tensing up.

'' springiness in. You do n't have a option ''

'' I..I want to ''

You can finger your pussy begin to spasm, it feels so adept.

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

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

You ca n't help yourself, and almost as if your organic structure is distinguish from your nous, you begin to orgasm uncontrollably on his cock, coating it with your succus. You feel a deep good sense of disgrace.

He thrusts faster and harder before you can catch your breathing place he ejaculates inside you, filling you completely to the point of it dripping out of you. He pulls out of you and lays next to you, minutes pass in consummate muteness. You watch the standard candle glint hypnotically.

'' What now ? ''

'' You 'll bide with me of grade. Leave your old life story behind, go from your old room and serve me. Do n't pretend like you did not enjoy that deeply down inside. ''

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

He grabs your hand to prevent you from getting off the bed

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

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

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

You rub your hand across your bite gull and agnize the horror of what he told you, after a abbreviated moment.

'' I..am ? ''

'' In a curtly while, yes. And you will serve up my James Henry Leigh Hunt in last too, maybe you will appreciate my point of eyeshot when that happens. bettor prepare for your new creation, plaything. ''

He grins and meets your gaze .