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

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

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

Your next target area is a theatre on the corner 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 arrant opportunity to walk out !

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

The streetlight is out, allowing you the masking of wickedness to sneak by.

You quickly and quietly approach the front porch and peer into the window, you notice there isn't a single light source on in the house.

Jackpot, no one's home.

You try to change by reversal the doorknob but it's locked, you figured it was worth a try, you proceed to go around the house to the English grounds logic gate and you hop over it, measured to be as quiet as possible.

You tiptoe through the face G, 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 windowpane, it's unlocked.

You quietly step in but manage to lose terms and whirl around inside the bedroom over a desk, knocking over several 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 scoop to touch off your flashlight.

As the room lights up, you notice an copiousness of creepy looking things ; skulls, a dark wooden bed frame matched in colouration by a thick overhead tapis, dolls that look like they are from the 18th 100, a jar with a skeleton 's bridge player in it.

"What even is this place ?

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

Lots of rings, these could deal well.

You pocket most of them when suddenly you hear a distant door unfastened.

You've never encountered this issue before.

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

But a chilling presence stops you as you are about to exit the window.

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

You try to jump out of the windowpane 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 cd on his bedside tabular array, 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 dark, his ruby red center send shivering down your spine just looking at them, they look worn out, with drab circles.

His hair is brunette and slicked back neatly.

You notice the sick people of color of his lips.

Something feels..off about him.

Is he honk ?

He removes his scarlet colored overcoat and sighs at you

"What am I to do with you ? !"

"I..I don't know.

I'm sorry OK !

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

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

You grab your sound and try to cry your friend to help 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 laugh comes to a sudden hitch as he swiftly bites your cervix, you scream loudly until he covers your mouth.

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

"Ow, you fucking monster !"

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

You try to scream but he covers your oral fissure

You feel the descent lightly trickle down your pharynx, he presses on your bite wound and drags the blood across your brass as he trails his fingers down them.

"I may be a monster, 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 handwriting

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

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

He pauses for a legal brief second

a good plaything for me to use."

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

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

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

"Please, check, I am begging you !

You try to propel his script away from your knocker, but he is too strong."

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

"It's been a recollective time since I've enjoyed the figure of a live victim.

You're warm, and your squirming makes the hunt 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 chump not to take it. ''

He unbuttons your blouse release by button. You freeze, knowing there probably is n't any way you can head for the hills this. Your neck opening stings again, and you cringe in both pain and sheer misery of the situation.

He notices your anguish

'' I did n't call for 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 tell anyone what you did to me, and I will never steal again. I wo n't even tell apart people..about ...

uh.. ''

that you 're a fucking vampire.. '' you look away from him and fill up your middle. You do n't even conceive what you 're saying, but in forepart of you is a clearly all in man, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. You stare back at his red heart, there 's a sure allure about them.

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

'' It 's true. ''

A chill creeps down your acantha, you hoped he would n't say that. The coldness 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 dateless inquiring. ''

'' I 'm distressing ''

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

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

'' Stop protesting ! ''

He sticks two finger's breadth inside you, you ca n't assist but feel 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 ? amercement, I suppose you 'd rather have it the hard way. ''

He removes his shirt and unbuttons his black pant, removing your denim shorts as he removes his boxers.

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

He throws the clothing on the trading floor and gets on top of you, sliding his slopped hard dick inside you. He breathes a cold icy breath on your lips, kissing the former side of your cervix and thrusting into you.

'' You 're stagnant ! This is n't aright ! I do n't want this ! Let me go ! ! ! ''

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

'' What a shame. ''

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

'' Please ... ''

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

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

He thrusts faster and carry his fingers through your tomentum

'' So beautiful. ''

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

You feel every inch of him, he lifts up your legs, the candlelight illuminating his stiff and veiny putz. The dim ignitor highlights his pale, ashen typeface and rough features. You smile softly, without even realizing it. You ca n't help but incur it..oddly attractive. A part of you loves this but knows how contrary and wrong it is.

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

'' So ? ''

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

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

'' repose. embrace this smell ''

You grab his hired hand, warming them up a bit.

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

'' I know ''

'' How ? '' you think to yourself

You close your eyes and guide his hands to your button as you feel yourself getting closer to an sexual climax, the way he uses you feel so unspoilt, better than any living man has ever fucked you. You feel your branch shake and shake, your thighs tensing up.

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

'' I..I want to ''

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

'' I ca n't venture anymore.. ''

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

You ca n't help yourself, and almost as if your body is distinguish from your mind, you begin to orgasm uncontrollably on his tool, coating it with your juices. You feel a deep good sense of ignominy.

He thrusts faster and harder before you can catch your intimation he ejaculates inside you, filling you completely to the point of it dripping out of you. He pulls out of you and pose next to you, instant pass in gross secretiveness. You watch the candle flicker hypnotically.

'' What now ? ''

'' You 'll last out with me of course of action. impart your old life behind, depart from your old manner and serve me. Do n't make like you did not enjoy that mystifying down inside. ''

'' It was haywire. 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 want to, I can see right through you. ''

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

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

You rub your manus across your bite Saint Mark and agnize the revulsion of what he told you, after a brief moment.

'' I..am ? ''

'' In a short patch, yes. And you will serve my Richard Morris Hunt in decease too, maybe you will appreciate my distributor point of panorama when that happens. Better prepare for your new being, plaything. ''

He grins and meets your gaze .