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I stopped her hand just as she motioned for the light switch. “Keep it dark,” I said. Walking closer to her, our bodies pressed together and traversed backward until Ashley touched the wall of her apartment's living room. “I like it dark. It adds to the mystery, wouldn't you say?”

Ashley nodded and raised both hands to touch the sides of my glasses. Slowly, they came off, revealing two bright blue eyes staring back at her from behind their hiding place. Light of any sort blinded me with excruciating pain, but I was hardly one to reveal such matters to my mortal victims, lest it give them an advantage. Still, it meant having to engineer creative ways of dancing around my infirmity while seducing them.

Fortunately enough, Ashley was a bit too consumed to question it. “You have amazing eyes,” she said.

I took the glasses in hand and folded them up before slipping them inside my suit jacket. My hand found her waist and ran deliberately up her side as I closed in on her lips. “The eyes of a saint, I've been told,” I said. “Inside the body of the sinner. Care to join me in vice, my dear?”

“Oh yes.” Our mouths brushed together as she talked. “Let's be bad together, Flynn.”

I plunged into the kiss, already setting the tenor of our exchange and establishing to the woman who'd be dominating in this game. My front teeth took hold of her lip while my hand shifted back down to her waist and pushed up the fabric of her shirt this time. She moaned in approval, her blood racing through her veins. Yes, warm sweet crimson. It would be mine in short order.

Ashley pulled away. “You're rough,” she said.

“Is this a problem?” I asked in return.

“No, I just. . .” Her lips met mine once, twice, and a third time for a longer kiss. “I'm not used to it,” she finally managed. “But I like it.”

“Oh, I have not yet begun, Pet.” I thrust against her as if to prove a point. She caught her breath in a gasp at the motion. “I have many tricks up my sleeve. Several of which I doubt you've even begun to fathom.”

Ashley only moaned and closed her eyes, losing herself in the rhythm lustful kisses as they commenced once again and threatened to continue without interference. The more involved she became, the more consumed I was as well until it seemed a macabre dance started playing itself out, our mutual desires finding their voice and screaming to be heard. Ashley's chest would heave into mine. She'd pull away to groan and roll her head around when I'd place my hand on her neck and run my fingers downward across her breast with the other hand still holding tight onto her waist. I pulled away to help her pull her shirt off, but re-established my hold upon her with the sneer of a predator she was too drunk to see.

She certainly felt it, though. Especially when the sharp points of my retracted fangs found her bottom lip.

The cut was superficial, but she still opened her eyes and furrowed her brow while I sucked on the droplets of blood forming on the wound. Tasting her generated a low growl from my throat; heavens above, she did taste exactly as I thought she would. Holding back my eyeteeth became that much more difficult, but fortunately Ashley turned her head to the side and pulled my appetizer from my mouth. “What was that?” she asked.

“Sorry, Pet, these teeth have a mind of their own sometimes,” I said. “Much like my hands.”

I cupped her breasts and shoved her against the wall. Ashley's eyes fluttered closed while sweet surrender took her over again, her hands grabbing hold of my jacket's lapel. “Your turn to take something off,” she moaned. Her breathing was becoming hard, but was restrained enough not to be panting yet. “You have got to have a hot body underneath that suit.”

“All in good time,. I promise all revelations will be worth the wait.” My hands slid along the satin fabric of her undergarments, reaching her back and beginning the task of undoing the clasps. Her greedy hands found my shirt and started unbuttoning the fabric, but I allowed her this, so long as she stayed away from the sheath concealed underneath my jacket. No, the only thing that became exposed was my chest and her hands only tugged the shirt out from my pants so she could finish the job of uncovering my pale skin.

“You're gorgeous,” she whispered as her mouth moved to intercept mine.

“I'm cancer, precious,” I murmured while the final clasp came undone to her bra. She relinquished her grip upon me long enough for me to slide the straps from her shoulders with the discarded garment hitting the floor like an unwanted piece of trash once it was freed from her body. “I'm the devil come for your soul. Will you let me have it?”

She moaned loudly when I pinched the tips of her breasts. “Oh yes,” she cried. “Yes, oh God, yes.”

“Beg me to take it.” Our bodies pressed together again, with her wedged between me and the wall. My mouth hovered above hers, teasing her with my warm, useless breaths before backing away when she lurched forward to kiss me. I laughed as Ashley reached for the back of my neck so she could hold me still and kiss me. I grabbed her hand and pinned it against the wall before she could find purchase there. “I want to hear you beg me,” I said while caressing her supple breasts with my other hand.

Ashley's chest heaved with erratic breaths while her head arched backward. “Take my soul, Flynn,” she said. “It's yours, just kiss me, damn it.”

The corner of my mouth curled upward in a twisted grin. “I could hardly disappoint a woman, Pet,” I said and, at last, I allowed our mouths to crash together again in a long series of searching kisses. She tasted elegant, but the memory of her blood on my tongue made the kisses pale in comparison as nothing more than taunts upon my vampiric nature. I forced myself to revel in the carnal, but had to assure myself the taste of fear would be so much sweeter this way. The predator in me approved and called up memories of my little tryst with Rose to prove its point.

This made indulgence easy to sink into once my libido took the reins and drove onward. Ashley pressed her hands upon every inch of flesh I would permit her to touch while I slowly worked on driving her away from her senses. Her throat issued groans to accompany erotic pants and by the time she ran for her bedroom, we both were two incensed creatures. I wanted it as much as she did; twisted carnality enveloping us both in a myriad of lusts. And the urgency only became more pointed when she laid upon her bed and beckoned me forth.

“Close your eyes, Pet,” I said, waiting until she complied with my request before stripping my suit jacket and tossing it onto an adjacent chair. The holster concealed underneath the fine linen was removed with caution; quickly, though, so that Ashley didn't have chance to see it. I slipped it underneath my jacket and slid my knife out of its protective sheath before hiding my instrument of torture behind my back for good measure. One never knew when they might peek.

Ashley was a good girl, though, and kept her eyes clenched shut tightly, even when she felt the mattress shift underneath my weight and a pair of cool lips descend upon her abdomen. Her body tensed in reaction, however, and her lips parted on instinct, kissing the wind while I kissed her flesh and slid my tongue across her body. Straddling my playful new pet, I leaned down to tease at her breasts again while deftly slipping the knife underneath one of her pillows, one hand touching the flesh of her side and running up to her arm while my other hand secured the weapon somewhere accessible yet covert. Our bodies pressed together, skin contacting skin and melding with her heavy breathing and cries for me becoming dire the more I played. Her hands reached out for the collar of my shirt and began to tug at it.

This time, I allowed her free rein of my garments and gladly removed the offending piece of fabric.

Her eyes finally opened, just in time for my mouth to find hers and bite at her lip. She undoubtedly felt the length of me pressed against her in the process as her hands began working down my back, in search of the waistband of my pants. “You are gorgeous,” she managed through my demanding kisses, her eyes fluttering shut again. “Take off your pants.”

“Now, now, precious.” My mouth parted from hers only long enough to speak. “You wanted a memorable evening, am I correct?”

“Yes.” She kissed me once before parting again. “Yes, I did.”

“I call the shots, then. Are we clear? I am the dominate in this game since you surrendered your soul to the devil. Now. . . you remove them for me.”

Ashley nodded, the sensation of her undoing my belt accompanying lusty meetings of my lips and tongue upon her neck. The temptation became maddening while her scent overwhelmed me which only served to arouse me further. By the time the fabric of my pants descended, I wanted to be done with this once and for all; I wanted to quench the thirst building in leaps and bounds, beyond the point where I'd be able to bridle it.

I kicked off my dress slacks and completely disrobed in a frenzied hurry, allowing her hands only a few teasing strokes before I pinned against her, the domineering predator grasping hold of his prey and speaking through gritted teeth. “The devil can be a cruel master,” I said. “A demanding one. Are you ready to be compliant?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Lift your arms for me.”

A pinch of her breast let her know I meant business. She cried out in erotic pain and lifted her arms at once. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, struggling to keep her wits and run after the desperate breaths that were escaping her reach.

“I'm going to have a bit of fun. You like fun, right?”

“Yes, I do.” Nothing could break Ashley from the moment. Not even when I ripped at her sheets the same way I had mine when Rose was the object of my desire. I secured her wrists together and tied them tight before binding her to her headboard. Once I was satisfied she was secure, I ran my hand from neck to stomach and rode the tidal wave of her rising chest, dipping onto her abdomen and to the top of her tight jeans. Unclasping them, I pressed deliberate kisses upon her stomach again while undressing her. She moaned loudly, especially when I had her fully naked and teased at her with my tongue. My kisses strayed to her leg with my nose pressing against her thigh, smelling sweet crimson contained therein.

Still I withheld; I secured myself on top of her again and forced her to open her eyes and look into the cold, blue stare I shot her in return. Her eyes became wide with entry and the moan she emitted when our bodies began to move in tandem tempted her toward disobedience. She wished to close her eyes, but every time they started to shut, I thrust into her more deliberately and said, “Obedience, woman,” to her, which shot her gaze back into mine. Within moments, she was speaking the name of her captor into the heavens.

By the time I felt the tension rising, I scarcely gave a shit whether or not her eyes were upon me.

Her legs secured around my waist and aided in each pulse with Ashley continuing to play our game into discordant mutterings, answering my demands for her to beg I finish with her until she cried, “Fuck me harder, Flynn. I'm begging you,” and writhed accordingly. Her voice became an off-pinch instrument playing a tone deaf melody, but it was music to my ears just the same as the creature underneath me shuddered with satisfaction and tightened around me, compelling me toward the same release. She was the first mortal woman I'd screwed since becoming a vampire and I discovered just how worthwhile waiting had been. Especially when the thirst made its presence known within my consciousness again.

This time, it knew there were no hindrances toward being requited. Ashley was still catching her breath and I had just barely stopped the rhythm of our bodies grinding against each other as my lips found her neck again. My nose ran along her flesh while my brain descended from the heights of erotic bliss and into sinister vampirism, plans being devised just as quickly as possibilities could be manufactured. “Do you know how sweet you taste, dear Ashley?” I said, nearly moaning the words with anticipation.

She chuckled, exhaling another steadying breath in the process. “You are a man who keeps his promises, Flynn,” Ashley said, her words nearly a moan as well. “That was very, very memorable.”

“But I've only gotten started, Pet. Perhaps you might be satisfied, but my hunger is far from sated.”

Ashley groaned seductively. “Oh, is that a fact?” she asked and once again it struck me in the corridors of thought just how much of a game this seemed to be to the mortal world. Just how ignorant they remained to what walked amongst them. How little they wished to acknowledge the monsters in their midst. Ah, sweet bliss to be so unaware of the things that went bump in the night.

Such a pity Ashley wouldn't be counted amongst that lot any longer.

“What else do you have up your sleeve, sinner with the eyes of a saint?”

The corners of my mouth curled upward in a sinister grin as my lips found their way onto her throat and licked at the flesh again, this time sensing the pulse beating underneath the skin. It was still heightened; her body was slick with sweat and flushed from our sexual episode, making for another fact I knew I had to remember from that point forth. The blood interlaced with pheromones and the disjointed rhythm of a pulse still trying to establish its beat again. Yes, I would definitely enjoy this one.

I kissed down her throat and pulled away from the union of our bodies so that I could continue moving downward, teasing at the peaks of her breasts again with my tongue drifting lazily over one before moving on to the other. When her skin brushed against the tips of my retracted fangs, it compelled them out of hibernation. I lifted my head just enough to allow them to become fully-pronounced.

Whatever Ashley was anticipating – whatever scenario her mortal mind painted within the realm of imagination – I knew she wasn't expecting the next thing that happened and that alone made me groan with approval. I brushed my pointed eyeteeth against the supple flesh of her feminine mound only lightly. Just enough to tease at her as I reared back.

Without warning, I plunged my fangs inside Ashley's breast.

The sound of screaming was as a siren's call; a welcomed noise reaching right into the depths of my blackened soul as I began to drink deeply from my newfound victim. Now this was what I'd been craving throughout the entire sexual episode.

Ashley's body clamored for control, realizing five minutes too late that my much stronger body had her pinned onto the bed with her hands tied far away from where they'd be able to fight me. Her legs kicked and one scream begot another, but I only pulled away from the taunting feed and shook my head. “Now, Ashley, what's wrong?” I asked as I raised my head to look at her. “Forgotten so soon you were talking to a killer?”

Her eyes grew wide at the sight of my pointed eyeteeth, coated crimson with her blood, and a sinister laugh bubbled up from my throat at her reaction. With lightning-fast reflexes, my hand whipped up to muffle another scream while I adjusted my position atop Ashley. “Not so soon, dear,” I said, matter-of-factly. “Rest assured, I intend to hear you scream, but I'll tell you when the time for screaming has come.”

“What the fuck are you?” she asked when I finally removed my hand from her mouth. Her heart racing, Ashley's breaths suddenly became erratic with panic.

“You give yourself little credit for accuracy; you nailed what I am from the start, dear.” Bending over her again, I found her neck again and left my fangs pronounced while licking at the flesh. The tips dug scratches into her skin which I retraced with my tongue. “I am a hitman; or that's what I am some nights, in any event. You, however, do not have the prestigious honor of being a target. I'll just call you 'dinner'.”

Ashley cried out, rank terror saturating her voice as another brush against her throat cut scratches into the surface with only the tiniest amount of blood weeping from the wound. It was hardly the river I desired, but a sampling just the same. I licked at it as my hand crept underneath the pillow for where I'd hidden my knife. “Ashley, love,” I said in a chiding tone. “What have I told you about screaming? You'll have no voice left for when I use this.”

I raised my body just enough to look her in the eyes again and smelled the fear shoot from her as I lifted my knife where she could see it. Her hollers ceased, but her breathing bordered on hyperventilating now with her eyes darting from my knife to my eyes, uncertain of what they needed to hold hostage. “Please don't do this,” she said in a pained whisper. Her eyes welled up with tears. “Don't do this, Flynn. I'm begging you.”

“Yes, beg me.” I waved the knife within her line of sight in a slow, taunting weave that cut figure eights in the air. When one of her tears broke free from captivity and coasted down her cheek, I laughed again and drank from her fear as though it were wine. Just as abruptly as I laughed, though, I lowered the knife down onto her neck and touched the blade against her skin. “Go on, Ashley. Your life depends on it.”

My gaze turned cold; the smile became chilled with sadism. Ashley took several deep breaths, but continued to cry despite herself. “Please don't kill me.”

I pressed the sharp edge deeper into her flesh, generating a scream. “Surely you can beg better than that, bitch,” I said, my smile fading with my voice gaining in octaves to be heard over her voice. “Come now, Pet, your life depends upon it.”

“Oh God, oh God. . .” Ashley gasped and quickly descended into hysterical crying. “Please don't do this to me, Flynn!”

“Do what, Precious?”

“Oh God. . . don't kill me!”

“What did you say?” I lifted the knife and drug the point down her throat, making a superficial cut all the way from base to the valley between her breasts. Ashley screamed loud enough to wake the dead, thrashing underneath me until it finally came pouring from her lips.

“Don't kill me!! Don't kill me!! I'm begging you, please. . . ” Ashley struggled for composure, but fought a losing battle. “Please. . . please don't kill me!!”

Rivulets of crimson ran down from the knife wounds on her body, coating the skin red and filling my line of vision with a taunt I could not ignore. “Very good, Ashley,” I said as my eyes honed in upon the deeper cut I'd created when I pressed the blade against the side of her neck. “I knew you had a proper scream in you.”

I lifted the knife just as I pulled in for the strike. This time, when teeth found flesh, my mouth bathed in warm blood and the other, teasing offerings were not worthy of comparison to the lusty gulps I began to consume. Ashley's screams faded into the background as the distant death throes of nothing more than a toy I was done playing with; something that brought pleasure and now would bring me ultimate fulfillment. I imbibed her taste and visited every measure of decadence and fear that had just transpired between us in the process.

By the time she was depleted, Rose had made a convert out of me.

“That, my dear, was an enviable feed,” I whispered into Ashley's ear just as I sensed her pulse slip away into the chasm of death. Licking the wound of its final droplets, I smiled at the blood from her other cuts that had smeared across my body, staining my chest a deep red color. Far more gratifying, though, was the warm sensation of it coursing through my veins. I retracted my fangs and sighed. “Ashley, you went and made a mess all over everything,” I said, following my words with a demonic chuckle. From there, my more calculating senses took over and I began the work of cleaning up.

Not her; no. I cared little for the welfare of Ashley's corpse except to make sure I concealed the bite marks with a few deep cuts from my knife. With her remaining bedsheets I wiped the blood from my chest and cleaned my soiled knife so I could holster it into its sheath again. From there, I dressed and offered Ashley's body one final salute before departing into the night.

She became the first in a series of many, each conquests that called for a little bit of variance each time I drew the blade. Some, I tortured far more than this, especially if they'd managed to piss me off over the course of the evening. Others, I strung along much longer on nights when my thirst could be held back enough to enjoy the thrill of toying a bit more. Each female voice that cried for mercy first cried for fulfillment and became another notch on a macabre and bloody belt for me.

I paid no mind to the beggers and the screamers because I was the god of this world; the master and the executioner. Their trivial lives never did mean anything despite the added layer that sexual intimacy brought with it. “One of these days the tables are going to turn on you,” my conquest for the evening said some months afterward. One of the fighters. My, how I loved when they fought. “You're going to encounter a woman who will see through your game and get the upper hand on you first.”

The thought only inspired the same amused, sinister grin their taunts always inspired. “Yes, right,” I said mockingly. “I have a whole storehouse of wrath waiting for me when I've finally met my match.” I shook my head and produced the blade again, set about to taunt the spunky vixen. But not before staring at my knife and chuckling. “You females are full of whimsy, thinking that such a creature exists among your kind.

“That will be the day a woman gets the best of me, dear.”

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I stopped her hand just as she motioned for the light switch. “Keep it dark,” I said. Walking closer to her, our bodies pressed together and traversed backward until Ashley touched the wall of her apartment's living room. “I like it dark. It adds to the mystery, wouldn't you say?”

Ashley nodded and raised both hands to touch the sides of my glasses. Slowly, they came off, revealing two bright blue eyes staring back at her from behind their hiding place. Light of any sort blinded me with excruciating pain, but I was hardly one to reveal such matters to my mortal victims, lest it give them an advantage. Still, it meant having to engineer creative ways of dancing around my infirmity while seducing them.

Fortunately enough, Ashley was a bit too consumed to question it. “You have amazing eyes,” she said.

I took the glasses in hand and folded them up before slipping them inside my suit jacket. My hand found her waist and ran deliberately up her side as I closed in on her lips. “The eyes of a saint, I've been told,” I said. “Inside the body of the sinner. Care to join me in vice, my dear?”

“Oh yes.” Our mouths brushed together as she talked. “Let's be bad together, Flynn.”

I plunged into the kiss, already setting the tenor of our exchange and establishing to the woman who'd be dominating in this game. My front teeth took hold of her lip while my hand shifted back down to her waist and pushed up the fabric of her shirt this time. She moaned in approval, her blood racing through her veins. Yes, warm sweet crimson. It would be mine in short order.

Ashley pulled away. “You're rough,” she said.

“Is this a problem?” I asked in return.

“No, I just. . .” Her lips met mine once, twice, and a third time for a longer kiss. “I'm not used to it,” she finally managed. “But I like it.”

“Oh, I have not yet begun, Pet.” I thrust against her as if to prove a point. She caught her breath in a gasp at the motion. “I have many tricks up my sleeve. Several of which I doubt you've even begun to fathom.”

Ashley only moaned and closed her eyes, losing herself in the rhythm lustful kisses as they commenced once again and threatened to continue without interference. The more involved she became, the more consumed I was as well until it seemed a macabre dance started playing itself out, our mutual desires finding their voice and screaming to be heard. Ashley's chest would heave into mine. She'd pull away to groan and roll her head around when I'd place my hand on her neck and run my fingers downward across her breast with the other hand still holding tight onto her waist. I pulled away to help her pull her shirt off, but re-established my hold upon her with the sneer of a predator she was too drunk to see.

She certainly felt it, though. Especially when the sharp points of my retracted fangs found her bottom lip.

The cut was superficial, but she still opened her eyes and furrowed her brow while I sucked on the droplets of blood forming on the wound. Tasting her generated a low growl from my throat; heavens above, she did taste exactly as I thought she would. Holding back my eyeteeth became that much more difficult, but fortunately Ashley turned her head to the side and pulled my appetizer from my mouth. “What was that?” she asked.

“Sorry, Pet, these teeth have a mind of their own sometimes,” I said. “Much like my hands.”

I cupped her breasts and shoved her against the wall. Ashley's eyes fluttered closed while sweet surrender took her over again, her hands grabbing hold of my jacket's lapel. “Your turn to take something off,” she moaned. Her breathing was becoming hard, but was restrained enough not to be panting yet. “You have got to have a hot body underneath that suit.”

“All in good time,. I promise all revelations will be worth the wait.” My hands slid along the satin fabric of her undergarments, reaching her back and beginning the task of undoing the clasps. Her greedy hands found my shirt and started unbuttoning the fabric, but I allowed her this, so long as she stayed away from the sheath concealed underneath my jacket. No, the only thing that became exposed was my chest and her hands only tugged the shirt out from my pants so she could finish the job of uncovering my pale skin.

“You're gorgeous,” she whispered as her mouth moved to intercept mine.

“I'm cancer, precious,” I murmured while the final clasp came undone to her bra. She relinquished her grip upon me long enough for me to slide the straps from her shoulders with the discarded garment hitting the floor like an unwanted piece of trash once it was freed from her body. “I'm the devil come for your soul. Will you let me have it?”

She moaned loudly when I pinched the tips of her breasts. “Oh yes,” she cried. “Yes, oh God, yes.”

“Beg me to take it.” Our bodies pressed together again, with her wedged between me and the wall. My mouth hovered above hers, teasing her with my warm, useless breaths before backing away when she lurched forward to kiss me. I laughed as Ashley reached for the back of my neck so she could hold me still and kiss me. I grabbed her hand and pinned it against the wall before she could find purchase there. “I want to hear you beg me,” I said while caressing her supple breasts with my other hand.

Ashley's chest heaved with erratic breaths while her head arched backward. “Take my soul, Flynn,” she said. “It's yours, just kiss me, damn it.”

The corner of my mouth curled upward in a twisted grin. “I could hardly disappoint a woman, Pet,” I said and, at last, I allowed our mouths to crash together again in a long series of searching kisses. She tasted elegant, but the memory of her blood on my tongue made the kisses pale in comparison as nothing more than taunts upon my vampiric nature. I forced myself to revel in the carnal, but had to assure myself the taste of fear would be so much sweeter this way. The predator in me approved and called up memories of my little tryst with Rose to prove its point.

This made indulgence easy to sink into once my libido took the reins and drove onward. Ashley pressed her hands upon every inch of flesh I would permit her to touch while I slowly worked on driving her away from her senses. Her throat issued groans to accompany erotic pants and by the time she ran for her bedroom, we both were two incensed creatures. I wanted it as much as she did; twisted carnality enveloping us both in a myriad of lusts. And the urgency only became more pointed when she laid upon her bed and beckoned me forth.

“Close your eyes, Pet,” I said, waiting until she complied with my request before stripping my suit jacket and tossing it onto an adjacent chair. The holster concealed underneath the fine linen was removed with caution; quickly, though, so that Ashley didn't have chance to see it. I slipped it underneath my jacket and slid my knife out of its protective sheath before hiding my instrument of torture behind my back for good measure. One never knew when they might peek.

Ashley was a good girl, though, and kept her eyes clenched shut tightly, even when she felt the mattress shift underneath my weight and a pair of cool lips descend upon her abdomen. Her body tensed in reaction, however, and her lips parted on instinct, kissing the wind while I kissed her flesh and slid my tongue across her body. Straddling my playful new pet, I leaned down to tease at her breasts again while deftly slipping the knife underneath one of her pillows, one hand touching the flesh of her side and running up to her arm while my other hand secured the weapon somewhere accessible yet covert. Our bodies pressed together, skin contacting skin and melding with her heavy breathing and cries for me becoming dire the more I played. Her hands reached out for the collar of my shirt and began to tug at it.

This time, I allowed her free rein of my garments and gladly removed the offending piece of fabric.

Her eyes finally opened, just in time for my mouth to find hers and bite at her lip. She undoubtedly felt the length of me pressed against her in the process as her hands began working down my back, in search of the waistband of my pants. “You are gorgeous,” she managed through my demanding kisses, her eyes fluttering shut again. “Take off your pants.”

“Now, now, precious.” My mouth parted from hers only long enough to speak. “You wanted a memorable evening, am I correct?”

“Yes.” She kissed me once before parting again. “Yes, I did.”

“I call the shots, then. Are we clear? I am the dominate in this game since you surrendered your soul to the devil. Now. . . you remove them for me.”

Ashley nodded, the sensation of her undoing my belt accompanying lusty meetings of my lips and tongue upon her neck. The temptation became maddening while her scent overwhelmed me which only served to arouse me further. By the time the fabric of my pants descended, I wanted to be done with this once and for all; I wanted to quench the thirst building in leaps and bounds, beyond the point where I'd be able to bridle it.

I kicked off my dress slacks and completely disrobed in a frenzied hurry, allowing her hands only a few teasing strokes before I pinned against her, the domineering predator grasping hold of his prey and speaking through gritted teeth. “The devil can be a cruel master,” I said. “A demanding one. Are you ready to be compliant?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Lift your arms for me.”

A pinch of her breast let her know I meant business. She cried out in erotic pain and lifted her arms at once. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, struggling to keep her wits and run after the desperate breaths that were escaping her reach.

“I'm going to have a bit of fun. You like fun, right?”

“Yes, I do.” Nothing could break Ashley from the moment. Not even when I ripped at her sheets the same way I had mine when Rose was the object of my desire. I secured her wrists together and tied them tight before binding her to her headboard. Once I was satisfied she was secure, I ran my hand from neck to stomach and rode the tidal wave of her rising chest, dipping onto her abdomen and to the top of her tight jeans. Unclasping them, I pressed deliberate kisses upon her stomach again while undressing her. She moaned loudly, especially when I had her fully naked and teased at her with my tongue. My kisses strayed to her leg with my nose pressing against her thigh, smelling sweet crimson contained therein.

Still I withheld; I secured myself on top of her again and forced her to open her eyes and look into the cold, blue stare I shot her in return. Her eyes became wide with entry and the moan she emitted when our bodies began to move in tandem tempted her toward disobedience. She wished to close her eyes, but every time they started to shut, I thrust into her more deliberately and said, “Obedience, woman,” to her, which shot her gaze back into mine. Within moments, she was speaking the name of her captor into the heavens.

By the time I felt the tension rising, I scarcely gave a shit whether or not her eyes were upon me.

Her legs secured around my waist and aided in each pulse with Ashley continuing to play our game into discordant mutterings, answering my demands for her to beg I finish with her until she cried, “Fuck me harder, Flynn. I'm begging you,” and writhed accordingly. Her voice became an off-pinch instrument playing a tone deaf melody, but it was music to my ears just the same as the creature underneath me shuddered with satisfaction and tightened around me, compelling me toward the same release. She was the first mortal woman I'd screwed since becoming a vampire and I discovered just how worthwhile waiting had been. Especially when the thirst made its presence known within my consciousness again.

This time, it knew there were no hindrances toward being requited. Ashley was still catching her breath and I had just barely stopped the rhythm of our bodies grinding against each other as my lips found her neck again. My nose ran along her flesh while my brain descended from the heights of erotic bliss and into sinister vampirism, plans being devised just as quickly as possibilities could be manufactured. “Do you know how sweet you taste, dear Ashley?” I said, nearly moaning the words with anticipation.

She chuckled, exhaling another steadying breath in the process. “You are a man who keeps his promises, Flynn,” Ashley said, her words nearly a moan as well. “That was very, very memorable.”

“But I've only gotten started, Pet. Perhaps you might be satisfied, but my hunger is far from sated.”

Ashley groaned seductively. “Oh, is that a fact?” she asked and once again it struck me in the corridors of thought just how much of a game this seemed to be to the mortal world. Just how ignorant they remained to what walked amongst them. How little they wished to acknowledge the monsters in their midst. Ah, sweet bliss to be so unaware of the things that went bump in the night.

Such a pity Ashley wouldn't be counted amongst that lot any longer.

“What else do you have up your sleeve, sinner with the eyes of a saint?”

The corners of my mouth curled upward in a sinister grin as my lips found their way onto her throat and licked at the flesh again, this time sensing the pulse beating underneath the skin. It was still heightened; her body was slick with sweat and flushed from our sexual episode, making for another fact I knew I had to remember from that point forth. The blood interlaced with pheromones and the disjointed rhythm of a pulse still trying to establish its beat again. Yes, I would definitely enjoy this one.

I kissed down her throat and pulled away from the union of our bodies so that I could continue moving downward, teasing at the peaks of her breasts again with my tongue drifting lazily over one before moving on to the other. When her skin brushed against the tips of my retracted fangs, it compelled them out of hibernation. I lifted my head just enough to allow them to become fully-pronounced.

Whatever Ashley was anticipating – whatever scenario her mortal mind painted within the realm of imagination – I knew she wasn't expecting the next thing that happened and that alone made me groan with approval. I brushed my pointed eyeteeth against the supple flesh of her feminine mound only lightly. Just enough to tease at her as I reared back.

Without warning, I plunged my fangs inside Ashley's breast.

The sound of screaming was as a siren's call; a welcomed noise reaching right into the depths of my blackened soul as I began to drink deeply from my newfound victim. Now this was what I'd been craving throughout the entire sexual episode.

Ashley's body clamored for control, realizing five minutes too late that my much stronger body had her pinned onto the bed with her hands tied far away from where they'd be able to fight me. Her legs kicked and one scream begot another, but I only pulled away from the taunting feed and shook my head. “Now, Ashley, what's wrong?” I asked as I raised my head to look at her. “Forgotten so soon you were talking to a killer?”

Her eyes grew wide at the sight of my pointed eyeteeth, coated crimson with her blood, and a sinister laugh bubbled up from my throat at her reaction. With lightning-fast reflexes, my hand whipped up to muffle another scream while I adjusted my position atop Ashley. “Not so soon, dear,” I said, matter-of-factly. “Rest assured, I intend to hear you scream, but I'll tell you when the time for screaming has come.”

“What the fuck are you?” she asked when I finally removed my hand from her mouth. Her heart racing, Ashley's breaths suddenly became erratic with panic.

“You give yourself little credit for accuracy; you nailed what I am from the start, dear.” Bending over her again, I found her neck again and left my fangs pronounced while licking at the flesh. The tips dug scratches into her skin which I retraced with my tongue. “I am a hitman; or that's what I am some nights, in any event. You, however, do not have the prestigious honor of being a target. I'll just call you 'dinner'.”

Ashley cried out, rank terror saturating her voice as another brush against her throat cut scratches into the surface with only the tiniest amount of blood weeping from the wound. It was hardly the river I desired, but a sampling just the same. I licked at it as my hand crept underneath the pillow for where I'd hidden my knife. “Ashley, love,” I said in a chiding tone. “What have I told you about screaming? You'll have no voice left for when I use this.”

I raised my body just enough to look her in the eyes again and smelled the fear shoot from her as I lifted my knife where she could see it. Her hollers ceased, but her breathing bordered on hyperventilating now with her eyes darting from my knife to my eyes, uncertain of what they needed to hold hostage. “Please don't do this,” she said in a pained whisper. Her eyes welled up with tears. “Don't do this, Flynn. I'm begging you.”

“Yes, beg me.” I waved the knife within her line of sight in a slow, taunting weave that cut figure eights in the air. When one of her tears broke free from captivity and coasted down her cheek, I laughed again and drank from her fear as though it were wine. Just as abruptly as I laughed, though, I lowered the knife down onto her neck and touched the blade against her skin. “Go on, Ashley. Your life depends on it.”

My gaze turned cold; the smile became chilled with sadism. Ashley took several deep breaths, but continued to cry despite herself. “Please don't kill me.”

I pressed the sharp edge deeper into her flesh, generating a scream. “Surely you can beg better than that, bitch,” I said, my smile fading with my voice gaining in octaves to be heard over her voice. “Come now, Pet, your life depends upon it.”

“Oh God, oh God. . .” Ashley gasped and quickly descended into hysterical crying. “Please don't do this to me, Flynn!”

“Do what, Precious?”

“Oh God. . . don't kill me!”

“What did you say?” I lifted the knife and drug the point down her throat, making a superficial cut all the way from base to the valley between her breasts. Ashley screamed loud enough to wake the dead, thrashing underneath me until it finally came pouring from her lips.

“Don't kill me!! Don't kill me!! I'm begging you, please. . . ” Ashley struggled for composure, but fought a losing battle. “Please. . . please don't kill me!!”

Rivulets of crimson ran down from the knife wounds on her body, coating the skin red and filling my line of vision with a taunt I could not ignore. “Very good, Ashley,” I said as my eyes honed in upon the deeper cut I'd created when I pressed the blade against the side of her neck. “I knew you had a proper scream in you.”

I lifted the knife just as I pulled in for the strike. This time, when teeth found flesh, my mouth bathed in warm blood and the other, teasing offerings were not worthy of comparison to the lusty gulps I began to consume. Ashley's screams faded into the background as the distant death throes of nothing more than a toy I was done playing with; something that brought pleasure and now would bring me ultimate fulfillment. I imbibed her taste and visited every measure of decadence and fear that had just transpired between us in the process.

By the time she was depleted, Rose had made a convert out of me.

“That, my dear, was an enviable feed,” I whispered into Ashley's ear just as I sensed her pulse slip away into the chasm of death. Licking the wound of its final droplets, I smiled at the blood from her other cuts that had smeared across my body, staining my chest a deep red color. Far more gratifying, though, was the warm sensation of it coursing through my veins. I retracted my fangs and sighed. “Ashley, you went and made a mess all over everything,” I said, following my words with a demonic chuckle. From there, my more calculating senses took over and I began the work of cleaning up.

Not her; no. I cared little for the welfare of Ashley's corpse except to make sure I concealed the bite marks with a few deep cuts from my knife. With her remaining bedsheets I wiped the blood from my chest and cleaned my soiled knife so I could holster it into its sheath again. From there, I dressed and offered Ashley's body one final salute before departing into the night.

She became the first in a series of many, each conquests that called for a little bit of variance each time I drew the blade. Some, I tortured far more than this, especially if they'd managed to piss me off over the course of the evening. Others, I strung along much longer on nights when my thirst could be held back enough to enjoy the thrill of toying a bit more. Each female voice that cried for mercy first cried for fulfillment and became another notch on a macabre and bloody belt for me.

I paid no mind to the beggers and the screamers because I was the god of this world; the master and the executioner. Their trivial lives never did mean anything despite the added layer that sexual intimacy brought with it. “One of these days the tables are going to turn on you,” my conquest for the evening said some months afterward. One of the fighters. My, how I loved when they fought. “You're going to encounter a woman who will see through your game and get the upper hand on you first.”

The thought only inspired the same amused, sinister grin their taunts always inspired. “Yes, right,” I said mockingly. “I have a whole storehouse of wrath waiting for me when I've finally met my match.” I shook my head and produced the blade again, set about to taunt the spunky vixen. But not before staring at my knife and chuckling. “You females are full of whimsy, thinking that such a creature exists among your kind.

“That will be the day a woman gets the best of me, dear.”