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

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

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

Your following fair game is a family on the street corner of the street, as you were scouting previously, you noticed that there hasn't been a car in the drive for day and you figure whoever lives there must be on vacation.

The perfect opportunity to scratch !

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

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

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

pot, no one's home.

You try to turn the doorknob but it's locked, you figured it was Charles Frederick Worth a try, you proceed to go around the house to the side G gate and you hop over it, careful to be as quiet as possible.

You tiptoe through the side one thousand, you listen as the crickets sing their songs 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 step in but manage to lose footing and tumble inside the sleeping accommodation over a desk, knocking over several penitentiary 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 abundance of creepy looking affair ; skulls, a blacken wooden bed figure matched in color by a chummy operating cost tapestry, dolls that look like they are from the eighteenth century, a jar with a skeleton 's hand in it.

"What even is this place ?

Probably some weirdo or old dude lives here"you remark to yourself and look for the desk drawers.

muckle of rings, these could sell well.

You pocket most of them when suddenly you hear a upstage threshold undefended.

You've never encountered this take before.

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

But a scarey comportment stops you as you are about to pop off the window.

"How dare you ! ?"You figure it's better to try to run. You hope he can't get a dependable look at you to key you with.

You try to leap out of the window but he grabs your shirt and pulls 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 lucifer and lights the taper on his bedside table, giving you pause as to why he didn't just call on on a light.

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

His hair is brunet and slicked back neatly.

You notice the pale semblance of his lips.

Something feels..off about him.

Is he sick ?

He removes his vermilion colored greatcoat and suspiration at you

"What am I to do with you ? !"

"I..I don't know.

I'm pitiful okay !

Just let me go, here I'll I've back what I stole"you reach into your scoop and hit the rings 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 oneself 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 give up 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 cervix, you scream loudly until he covers your mouth.

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

"Ow, you fucking monster !"

It stings so much, you begin to sense weak.

You try to scream but he covers your mouth

You feel the blood lightly trickle down your throat, he presses on your raciness injury and drags the blood across your boldness as he trails his finger's breadth 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 helping hand

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

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

He pauses for a brief moment

a good toy for me to use."

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

He drags his frigidity 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 possessions"he continues.

"Please, occlusive, I am begging you !

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

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

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

You're warm, and your squirming makes the William Holman Hunt all the more stimulate for me."

"Cut the crap and let me go !"

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

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

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

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

He notices your torture

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

You plead,

'' There has to be another way, if you let me go I will never pace 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 shut your eyes. You do n't even believe 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 eye, there 's a sealed allure about them.

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

'' It 's true. ''

A chill creeps down your prickle, you hoped he would n't say that. The coldness of the elbow room makes your nipples erect.

'' But how can you even.. ?

you curl your lip

palpate this kind of desire. ''

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

'' I 'm grim ''

He reaches underneath your short and panties, rubbing the exterior of your snatch.

'' It 's low temperature, please turn back. I do n't like that ''

'' stoppage protesting ! ''

He sticks two fingerbreadth inside you, you ca n't serve but experience wet. `` Why ? '' you think to yourself. `` I do n't care 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 care a niggling foreplay ? fine, I suppose you 'd rather take it the hard way. ''

He removes his shirt and unbuttons his opprobrious trouser, removing your jean boxershorts as he removes his underdrawers.

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

He throws the clothing on the floor and gets on top of you, sliding his potent severely tool inside you. He breathes a frigidity icy hint on your backtalk, kissing the other incline of your neck and thrusting into you.

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

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

'' What a shame. ''

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

'' Please ... ''

He stops sucking on your collation, so to watch the rakehell pour naturally down your clavicle. He licks up your neck, tracing back the trail of roue.

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

He thrusts faster and flow his finger through your hairsbreadth

'' So beautiful. ''

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

You feel every inch of him, he lifts up your leg, the candle flame illuminating his stiff and veiny cock. The dim illuminate highlight his picket, ashen face and rough feature film. 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 contrary and wrong it is.

'' But you 're beat ... ''

'' So ? ''

'' This is n't right ''

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

'' quiet. bosom this smell ''

You grab his mitt, warming them up a bit.

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

'' I know ''

'' How ? '' you think to yourself

You close your eyes and conduct his hired hand to your clitoris as you feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, the way he uses you feels so good, better than any living man has ever fucked you. You feel your legs tremble and shake, your thigh tensing up.

'' give in. You do n't bear a choice ''

'' I..I want to ''

You can feel your kitty-cat begin to spasm, it feels so good.

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

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

You ca n't assist yourself, and almost as if your body is separate from your nous, you begin to orgasm uncontrollably on his prick, coating it with your juices. You feel a deep sentience of ignominy.

He thrusts faster and severe before you can catch your breathing space he ejaculates inside you, filling you completely to the point of it dripping out of you. He pulls out of you and put down next to you, minutes pass in all over silence. You watch the candle flicker hypnotically.

'' What now ? ''

'' You 'll outride with me of course. Leave your old living behind, depart from your old ways and serve me. Do n't pretend like you did not savor that deep down inside. ''

'' It was ill-timed. I ca n't last out. ''

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

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

'' I want to stay, but how can I lead my animation behind like that ? ''

'' fountainhead you do n't have a choice, you 're going to die soon and join me in end. ''

You rub your hand across your bite marks and actualize the repulsion of what he told you, after a abbreviated moment.

'' I..am ? ''

'' In a short while, yes. And you will serve my hunt in death too, maybe you will appreciate my point of opinion when that happens. Better prepare for your new existence, plaything. ''

He grins and meets your regard .