Day 5 of SpookyOQ.

He'd seen her several nights in a row, she'd just sit there at the bar all dressed in black as she sipped on some kind of cocktail. Her hair was as dark as the night and her lips as red as blood. The first night she caught his attention he'd tried to get her to come home with him, but she had refused, telling him that she wasn't that kind of woman. He respected her for it and usually once he had been rejected like that he would let them be and move onto the next more willing victim.

However, this was one was different, she intrigued him in ways the others before her hadn't. She didn't just ooze intelligence and class, she was fully captivating and her scent was like no other, it caused a hunger in him that he couldn't ignore. So he'd returned to the same bar the next night with hopes that he might be graced with the pleasure of lying his eyes upon her beauty once more. They had sat down, the conversation flowed and when it came to closing time he invited her back to his place and yet again she refused.

Tonight was night five, and he had a feeling that this night she wasn't going to say no, if she did he didn't think he'd be able to waste any more time trying to change her mind. As much as he wanted her, his needs surpassed that, he had to sate that need and if she didn't agree to it he was going to have to find someone who would.

He pushed the door open and noticed her perched on her usual stool stirring a red cocktail, he couldn't help but wonder if she made a habit out of being in the bar every night or if she were there because she knew he would be. He never usually ventured to the same bar more than once, it was way too risky, but he hadn't found a partner yet, so it didn't really matter as much.

"Fancy seeing you here," he grinned as he slipped into the seat beside her and gestured to the bartender for him to pour a drink.

"I'm pretty certain that you knew I was going to be here, you're virtually stalking me," she quipped, taking a sip of the blood red drink, just watching her made Robin hungry, he needed her, he wanted her in all ways possible.

"Trust me, if I was stalking you, you'd know about it," Robin stated as he paid for his drink and took a sip, "I'm just intrigued by you that's all."

"I'm sure you are, but did it ever occur to you that I wanted to drink alone?"

"I highly doubt you do, if you did you wouldn't be wearing that dress sat at the bar, you would be at home on the sofa downing a bottle of wine. You want people to notice you and you want to react with them, I perfectly know your type. You're lonely at home so you come out to your nearest bar to make it seem as though you're trying to pull. However, all you do is play hard to get."

Regina chuckled and shook her head, "you see the problem here is that you think you know me better than I know myself, something that I highly doubt. You've known me all of five minutes," she scoffed.

"So you don't lead men on only to leave them high and dry at the end of the night? You enjoy the torment, working up their frustration levels, that's what gives you pleasure." He grinned smugly at the falter of her expression, he knew that he'd hit the nail on the head and figured her out. He also knew that she'd been expecting him to give in by now, but playing hard to get made him all the more eager to win her over.

She remained silent as she looked down at her cocktail before picking it up and running her tongue over the sugar coating the rim of the glass, her eyes meeting his as she did. "Seems you have me all figured out," she breathed, her gaze not leaving his as she placed her drink back down on the corner. "Since you know me so well, why are you still trying to hook up with me when you know full well you'll be going home to a cold bed afterwards? I don't sleep with men that I just met."

"We, I don't think you can say we just met. I think we've got to know one another pretty well."

"Do you ever give up?"

"I'm not planning to no."

"What if I'm not interested?" She asked taking the stirrer from her glass and placing it between her lips. God, she was such a flirt, he just wanted to grab her and make her his right here on the bar.

"You'd have left by now if you weren't interested," Robin smirked.

"I suppose you could say that I'm a little intrigued," she whispered, he could tell that she was reluctant to admit it, but he found that an attractive trait.

"I take it no one has come back to try and gain your attention for a few nights in a row."

"Your assumption would be correct and I have to hand it to you, you're a patient man. Most of you would have run away by now," she chuckled holding out her hand to his, "Regina," she quipped.

"Nice to meet you Regina."

"Do you have a name?" She grinned, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"Robin," he nodded, shaking her hand and running his fingers over his skin, feeling her shudder under his touch.

"You're freezing," she breathed, not moving her hand from his as she locked their fingers and brought them up to her mouth, allowing her to blow warm air on them. She did that for a moment before finding his other hand, "do you want to get out of here?"

Finally! He thought that she'd never give in to him, he couldn't wait to take her home. "My place isn't too far away," he grinned before slipping from the stood and helping her down.

"Lead the way," she smiled, her hand wrapped up in his as they left the bar and headed out onto the streets.

Once they were back at Robin's house they started off just kissing before moving into the bedroom. Now Regina was laid underneath him, arching into his touch as he ran his fingers expertly over her body before moving up to cup her breast, his lips brushing down to her neck. As soon as that happened through his body reacted in a way that he had been hoping it wouldn't, he could hear the blood flowing through his veins and had to try his hardest not to sink his teeth into her neck.

"Robin," she breathed, "please."

"I… we need to stop," he shook his head pulling back.

"Stop? Are you joking me?" she gasped, looking up at him in shock. Her hair was a mess and her dress had been pushed up her legs. She stared at him as she tried to catch her breath, "I thought you wanted this? You're the one who kept coming after me, you've got to be fucking kidding me if you were leading me on the entire time."

"Regina, don't make me continue, I don't know if I can control myself if we go on."

"Then don't control yourself," she grinned, her fingers moving to run through his hair, "I don't want you to hold back, give me everything you can."

"Regina…"

"Is it a kink?" she asked, running her hand down to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"Yeah, I guess you could call it that."

"What is it?" she breathed, her fingers slipping down into his trousers before wrapping around his cock, making him groan as he hardened in her hand.

"Biting," he gasped as her grip tightened and she began jerking his erection.

"Biting?" she questioned with a giggle, her eyes meeting his, "I'm not scared of being bitten."

"Don't stay stuff like that."

"Robin, fuck me, please, I need you to, please."

He couldn't say no, he just couldn't. It started off tame as he pushed into her before he felt his fangs poking at his gums, once they were protruding he tried to stop himself from continuing to kiss her neck and keep his lips sealed. He just couldn't help himself, as soon as his teeth grazed over her flesh he lost control and bit into her, making her squeal in shock.

As soon as her blood hit his tongue he had no way of stopping himself, he sucked, feeling the relief of Regina's blood sating the hunger he had been feeling. He couldn't focus on anything other than the taste of her, including the way she was pushing at him.

"Robin, please," she gasped, trying to push him off so that he'd stop draining her of her blood.

After a moment though she stopped moving and Robin, finally feeling full pulled back and looked at her. Horror washed over his face as he stared down at her lifeless body, "no," he shook his head, "no! No! Regina?!" He moved away from her and fixed his clothes before hurrying to her side and checking for a pulse. He didn't find one. "Not again, no, please Regina," he whispered, touching the bite marks on her neck.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured pulling her into his arms. He'd never meant for this to happen, he hadn't wanted to hurt her, he had decided not even to drink her blood. He's got to know her and in that time, he'd fallen for her harder than he'd been expecting and now he'd killed her, murdered her.

With a heavy heart he adjusted her on the bed before hurrying out of the room, he needed to get out. He couldn't do this anymore, this wasn't who he was, he couldn't deal with hurting people the way he did, the way he couldn't stop himself from doing. He hurried out of the front door and just ran.

Whilst he was gone he'd tried to clear his mind, but it hadn't worked, he couldn't run from what he had done. The evidence of it was in his bedroom, lying lifeless in his bed. With shaky legs, he headed up the stairs towards his room. He pushed the door open and forced himself to look at the bed, look at the problem he'd caused. He couldn't stand to look at her and he knew that her once tanned skin would now be deathly pale.

However, when he glanced up the first thing he noticed was the empty bed, his eyes widened in shock as he looked around for any sign of her. She'd been dead, she hadn't had a pulse, so where the hell was she?

"How hard did you bite me? Jesus," a hoarse voice met his ears and he looked up to see Regina come out of the bathroom with one of his shirts on. "I think I blacked out," she scoffed, "where the hell did you go?"

"You're… how is this possible?"

"What are you talking about? Seriously though, I don't know if I'm into the biting all that much," she rolled her eyes as she moved to sit on his bed. Robin walked over to her and looked at her in shock, that was when he realised that he couldn't hear her blood flowing, couldn't smell it.

"Regina? Do you feel different?"

"What are you going on about?"

"Urm. You died?"

"I died? I don't think I did, I'm pretty sure I'm alive," she scoffed.

"You don't have a pulse."

"Of course I have a…" her eyes widened as her fingers pressed against her neck and he guessed that she couldn't feel a pulse. It was in that moment that he realised he'd turned her, he hadn't been meaning to, he didn't even know that he could do such a thing, but here she was alive and without a pulse. "What the hell?!"

"You're a Vampire."