Disclaimer: Tanz der Vampire and related characters belong to Roman Polanski. I'm just playing, not making money.

Characters: Alfred, Sarah

Time: Pretty much right where the musical leaves off.

WIP: I might write a sequel, but this can be read on its own.

Rating: I'd say a strong R.

Warnings: Some sex, violence, blood. (They're vampires, ya know.)

Notes: I don't think Sarah loves Alfred. But something had to happen between them so they could get it out of their systems. They're also newborn vampires and desperate for new experiences.

Reviews would be nice. :)

The End

The world was a single white noise, or so it seemed to Alfred. He lay in a heap in the snow, shaking with cold and fear. The howl of the wind in the treetops high above was that of an untuned orchestra, every instrument clashing yet harmonizing in a terrible way. It occurred to him that the noise might be coming from the wolves and he shuddered, but while his mind grasped the thought, he could not bring himself to get up and run. After all, there was nowhere to run. His fears had finally caught up with him.

He glanced up at Sarah who sat on a heap of snow, looking down at him. She still looked beautiful in her red dress; Like a dark fairy princess, Alfred thought. Her hair was dishevelled from the run and a stream of blood had dried as it had trickled down between her bosom... He quickly lifted his eyes again and was surprised to meet hers. They were glassy brown orbs, her eyes, hot but almost emotionless, and they frightened him and she loomed hungrily above him. Hungrily...

Alfred was so hungry. He felt a devastating emptiness, more physical than he had ever thought possible in all his studies about vampires. The hunger drove away his fear, the cold, his conscience. He regretted having shared the Professor with Sarah; it wasn't fair, she'd already fed!

Oh, god. Yes, she had fed before, on him... on Alfred!

As though she was reading his mind, Sarah advanced again, dropping the arm of the Professor, who's last few drops of blood she had been lapping up. Blood, food, that's all either of them had been to her. And the predatory smile that showed her gleaming teeth beneath her ruby red lips meant she was still hungry.

Alfred found it in himself to move at last, and he scrambled away, away from Sarah, away from the Professor's corpse, though he felt he could never be far away enough.

"Sarah," he forced out from dry lips and cleared his throat. He hadn't spoken at all since he had died. "Sarah, please.. haven't you had enough?"

Lifting her enormous skirt, Sarah advanced and with a smirk straddled his hips, effectively pinning him to the floor. She bared her teeth to him as she spoke, and he could detect a little lisp, which, somewhere at the back of his mind, seemed adorable; almost as though she was still the sweet young girl shepherding him out of her bathroom...

He was transfixed with her as she leaned down to kiss him, then moved to gently nibble on his ear. "I've had enough... to eat," she whispered, then chuckled in a way he had never heard from her before as one of her delicate white hands travelled down to his crotch.

"Sarah – no... oh, God!" Even as he protested, Alfred lifted his hips to meet the hand and closed his eyes. This could not be happening.

"Don't pretend you didn't want this, Alfred," he heard her say, and he felt one of his hands being taken and placed firmly on her breast. "I know you've thought about hardly anything else since you saw me," she continued. Her hands found the buttons that undid the front of his breeches, and a moment later he yelled with the pleasure of her surprisingly warm hand on his cock. "You horny little boy," she snarled in his ear, before sinking her fangs deep into his neck again.

Alfred screamed and no sound left his lips. He had some experience, but never had it been this intense. It was as though his skin was on fire where she touched him, as though his blood was boiling as more of the poison that had made him nosferatu seeped uselessly into his body, through his heart.

But he was hungry, so very hungry. He was a vampire and needed to feed like every newborn creature, and Sarah was warm with his own blood which she had so forcibly taken from him. Anger arose within him, and it seemed to make him stronger despite his deprivation.

She shrieked as he rolled them over with surprising force and, as he lay on top of her, took the blood he so desperately needed from her breast.

"Alfred..." he heard her sigh but cared precious little. Blood was rushing into him, filling him up, making him whole, and he only barely felt her legs part underneath him, her hand guide his yet again, this time to that most intimate part of a woman he had never once in his life experienced.

It was only when he felt his fingers lightly being pushed inside that he tore himself away from her bosom and looked into her face. Her fangs were still out, making her look incredibly wild; frightening but no longer evil. Her cheeks still hadn't lost their rosy flush, Alfred noted with relief, meaning he could not have taken too much.

"Sarah –"

"Do it, Alfred," she interrupted, shoving her wet sex against his hand.

"D-do what...," he said, swallowed nervously and looked into the forest. Wouldn't it be light soon?

"Alfred!"

He was on his back again, Sarah snarling above him, her hands on his wrists as she rubbed herself against his hard cock. He whimpered.

"Stop being so pathetic; you know what I want, just do it!", Sarah hissed, giving Alfred all the incentive he needed to grab her violently by the hips and hold her down as he thrust up into the tight warmth.

The sounds coming from both of them were those of animals as they ground into each other, covered by Sarah's skirt but perhaps all the more indecent for the formal clothing. Alfred forced a nipple out of the corset she wore and bit into it hard, Sarah gripped his dark curls and pulled as she roared in pain. She slammed him back to the ground and for a moment he noticed in horror how close he was to the body that had fed them, then he was distracted as his shirt was torn open and sharp nails dug into his chest, again and again, leaving trails of blood that Sarah licked off before kissing him. He yelped and squealed, and his cock twitched inside her even more with every scratch, then with the taste of his own blood, if he had any more of his own to give at all.

He buried his head in her bosom again, licking a bit of dried blood off the soft curve and shuddering helplessly on waves of pleasure he had never been able to begin to imagine. "Sarah," he gasped, "I love you. I love you so much..."

The slap rang in his ears and it felt like his neck was going to snap, then as he was hit from the other side he felt her contract around him, heard her scream. She was pleasuring herself on him as though he were nothing but a toy, but as he screamed with an orgasm that seemed forcefully torn from him, he knew she was so very, very far above him and he was lucky to even be allowed to look at her.

He came crashing down, shuddering, whimpering, clinging to Sarah's unresponsive, slim form for minutes, or perhaps hours. He never wanted to let go. He was floating... I swear, I'll never leave you, Sarah, I'll do anything... anything! I love you. I belong to you...

"Argh, you're disgusting!"

With a start, Alfred opened his eyes again to find Sarah glaring at him. She made no move to sit up or remove him from within herself, instead she grinned and slapped him again, and again, then laughed a cruel laugh he was sure he would never be able to forget as long as he lived. The pain in his cheeks was nothing against the humiliation that was eating him from the inside. He was exposed, vulnerable, a creature he had never wanted to become, and he was being mocked by the girl of his dreams.

Suddenly he found himself lifted by his suspenders. He had a moment to wince at the sudden cold on his cock, before he was flung through the air as though he weighed nothing. Snowflakes whizzed past his face, then there was a crack somewhere in his body as he hit a tree, and then he fell... fell until his fall was broken by the ground, somewhat cushioned by the snow. His shoulder gave a sickening crunch and pain shot through him.

"Oh, God..." he whimpered quietly. What had happened? His entire body that had only so shortly felt the most intense pleasure, was throbbing with pain. His left arm would not react to any attempt to move it. He looked down himself and found that his breeches were still undone and carried a tell-tale stain. Further away than he had thought possible, he could see Sarah, unconcernedly rearranging herself in her dress.

Alfred shut his eyes and let his head rest in the snow. So this was the end then. A short moment of pleasure, then pain, then death, unless they found shelter before dawn. How many hours had passed since the midnight ball? It was impossible to guess, and in any case, he had forgotten at what time the sun arose in the area at this time of the year.

Terror of the sun arose within him, and he curled up as much as he could, ignoring the pounding pain in his shoulder. He bit his lip, as he always had to stop himself from crying. Unwanted pleasure darted through his body at the taste of his own blood, and he gave a dry sob when the reality hit him of what he had become. He was a monster. He had killed the Professor, whom he had often hated for using him, ridiculing him, for even writing notes as he was being turned into one of the very creatures he was supposed to fight... but he had never wished death upon him.

Alfred couldn't, wouldn't move anymore. He would surely die, and perhaps it was for the best. If only he could have protected Sarah from the sunrise... from the wolves... from the cold... if he had saved her from Von Krolock just an hour before... he couldn't blame her for hating him. After all, he had failed her.

Blood red tears began to stain the snow where he lay shivering and waiting for the world to stop spinning.