A/N: Okay this is a new story I have come up with. I have written the first four chapters already. I would like to apologize for my other stories. I was trying to do too much at once, so now I have deleted them and I am just going to concentrate on this one before starting a new one.

Warnings: PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING!

First, there is a lot of of explicit scenes in this chapter.

Secondly there will be a lot of disturbing content. If at all you find this offensive then please turn back. It will be quite explicit rape scenes in this story.

The first chapter won't have any of the characters in. The second one will. This chapter is purely from the rapist point of view.

Please turn back if you don't want to read it. This story is rated M for a reason.

No under-age people please, I'd rather not be in trouble for you reading this.

Okay enough of the warnings, I just hope you take notice of them, they are quite important.

Now on with the story. Please, let me know what you think. Your thoughts are always welcome, good or bad. Just don't criticize, give advice, I'm more likely to listen.

Enough rambling, here's the first chapter.

One

The relaxing sound of the trees rustled in the distance, the moon shone down upon the darkened street, and all I could hear was the sound of her footsteps echoing against the concrete floor. Her heart hammering in her chest, the blood pulsing through her veins. I could smell the summer rain in the air, I could smell her delicious fear. I thrived off it. It was my life-line. I enjoy the hunt of a frightened girl.

I walk calmly down the street, my eyes burning into her retreating form. I'm in no rush to claim her. The hunt is the best part, it's what all vampire's got excited about.

I watch her speed round the corner, her breathing becoming louder and louder as her heart beat thumped against her rib cage, faster and faster.

I stop, no longer able to see her. I do not panic, not like any other human predator. No, instead I turn to the left and spot a pitch black alley.

A smile curved across my lips, my fangs start aching at the prospect of tasting her blood, feeling it trickle down my throat.

I slowly walk down the alley.

A human would not be able to see, but with my vampire eye sight, I can see perfectly.

I hear the footsteps once again. They're coming toward me. I stop.

She thinks she's smart. She thinks she's outsmarted me by back tracking. She thinks I'm still behind her. Oh, how wrong she is.

I slowly step backward and turn the corner. Yet again I stop, waiting for her to come to me. The sounds of her blood, her heart, her breathing, and her footsteps are getting closer and closer with each passing moment.

I

wait, anticipating what is to come next, My fangs are aching with need. My mouth waters with want. My groin grows with lust. This is it. This is what I was made to do.

I see her step out of the alley. The street light, illuminates her face as she bends over, her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. She does not see me, which pleases me immensely. It's not the time for me to reveal myself quite yet.

I see sweat glistening across her forehead. A single line of the salty substance trickles down her puffed out cheek. I can hear her hard breathing, and her beating heart. I can smell her blood. The hunt is almost over, which saddens me. I crave the hunt of prey.

I take a moment to memorize every feature. Piercing blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair, perky little breasts and tiny frame. She really is picture perfect. Delicious. She can't be more than sixteen. But that doesn't bother me. Not at all. I just want her blood. I want her body. I want to watch death drain from her, to see the life escape her eyes. She is what I want.

She straightens up, and glances up the street where she had disappeared only a few minutes ago. The small breeze allows her face to cool slightly. Her breathing is back under control and, where as before she was terrified, now she holds determination.

This will not do. She needs to be the frightened girl she is.

It is time. Time for the hunt to end. To take what's mine.

I slyly step out from my hiding place and creep up behind her. She has not heard me yet. I watch as she goes to take a step forward.

With my vampire speed, I clap my hand across her mouth, while my arm grips her round her tiny waist. I drag her to my body, holding her close. I can smell her fear as her heart starts beating erratically. She squirms, trying to break my hold, but it doesn't relent. She's trapped. She's mine.

I pull her toward the darkened alley, walking slowly backward. Still she is squirming.

When I reach the middle of the alley, I push her up against the wall so that she is facing me. I want her to see my face, I want her to know who is going to end her right here, right now. Her beautiful eyes are wide and terrified. My groin grows to an alarming thickness and strains against my black jeans.

I pull out some masking tape, and unravel it before placing it over her mouth. I stick my nose in her hair and inhale the scent of strawberry soap and sweat. My eyes roll back into my head, as the pleasure of it consumes.

Quickly I regain my bearings. I pull away, holding her shoulders to the brick wall. As I look into her eyes, they plead with me not to do this. My human part feels a pang of guilt but I do not listen to it.

I stroke her soft cheek and smile down at her. "This has to happen." I whisper. She's trembling now, which only urges me on.

I move my hand slowly down her jaw line, down her delicate neck, until I reach her green silk blouse. I tear it open and gaze down at her laced covered breasts. Perfect. I move lower as her chest rises and falls. She doesn't want this, she just wants it to be over quickly, but I can't allow that.

My hand cups her right breast through the bra. I can feel her heat. My breathing grows heavier as I think about what I am about to do. I flick her nipple through the lacy bra, pinching it. My hand moves between her breasts and I grip the bra. In one movement I pull it off her. The sound of ripping clothes echoes in the stillness of the night.

I twirl my tongue round one nipple before taking it in my mouth and start sucking it. Her breathing has accelerated even more as she realises my intent is not to kill her first, but to torture.

She tastes so divine. It's not nearly enough.

I move my hands down her toned stomach until it reaches the edges of her skinny jeans. I hold her hands above her head in one grip as I keep the torture going on her nipple. I bite it hard, and I hear the muffled scream she ignites.

Once again she squirms, trying to break free. I take no notice. Instead I rip on her jeans, the button springs free and clangs somewhere in the distance.

I tear at her jeans with one hand.

Before long she is bare beneath me. I bring my mouth from her breasts and gaze down at her perfectly trimmed curls of hair below. This is becoming too much and the strain on my groin is becoming unbearable. I need a release and fast. Not yet though. I want to play first. I want to enjoy my time with her.

I look deep into her eyes and they still beg me not to do this. I feel unnerved by the depth of that one look, I should look away, concentrate on the task at hand, but I cannot. I am fixated on the bulging blue eyes.

Reaching down, my finger slides up her slit. She feels so warm and – wet? This beautiful, young girl is wet for me. She knows it as well.

I tap her clitoris with my index finger, once, twice – I start moving in a small circle, slowly at first. She squirms and squirms. Trying to fight me.

Faster and faster I get. Her heart is beating faster. The breathing coming from her nose is deep. Her body is heating at a fast rate.

Still I go faster and faster, trying to bring her over the edge.

I watch as her head drops back against the wall, her eyes close, her body trembles. This is it. Faster and faster I go. Her body shakes with her orgasm. She rocks against my hand, trying to ride it out. Eventually, her heart slows and her body stops trembling. I pull my hand away and lick my fingers. Mmm! She tastes delicious. Her eyes open and she is disgusted with herself. I can see it. She did not want this, she did not want to enjoy. But acceptance as made a home within her. She is accepting her fate.

I become angry. This is not how it is suppose to be. She is suppose to fight me, be terrified of me. But she's not, not any more. I can feel my anger bubble over.

I let her hands go and take a step back. I reach for the tape and rip it of her. She let's out a startle gasp. Taking a deep breath, I come to a decision.

I feel my fangs coming forth. Feel my face changing. I watch her expression. Now she is scared. Her heart is beating fast once again. She looks up and down the alley, planning an escape, but knows it won't happen. She tries to melt into the wall behind her.

I am happy once again. This girl is afraid.

I reach for my jeans and unbutton them. She watches with scared eyes as I smile an evil smile at her. I push them down. My cock springs free, standing to attention. I take the few small steps toward her. Once again she is trying to hide away from me, but still keeping her eyes fixated on my large form.

I grab her hips and pull her lower half toward me. My cock touching her delicious pussy. I want her, and I want her now.

Gripping her ass, I lift her up and she is trying to push me away. I just laugh at her attempts. My hands move her legs to wrap round my waist. My cock touching her entrance. It throbs with wanted pleasure, the end becomes wet with anticipation.

I push her hard into the wall and she lets out a scream at the impact. I quickly cup her mouth with one hand, and place the other just bedside her head. In one movement, I ram my cock into her tight pussy. She let's out a muffled scream. Her hands push at my shoulders, trying to release herself. She shakes her head, begging me to let her go. I smell her earlier arousal and it turns me on.

Slowly I pull out of her and thrust back in. Again and again I do it, each time she lets out a scream. I concentrate on my actions now, sweat glistens across my face, and drips down my nose.

It's not enough. I pick up my speed, faster and faster. Each time I hit her sweet spot. I can feel her pussy clenching my throbbing cock as I move in and out. Her back scrapes against the wall the harder I get. My own breathing becomes accelerated.

I feel her body trembling, she's going to orgasm again. Brilliant. She shakes her head. She doesn't want this, she doesn't want it to make her cum.

But it does. I feel her liquid coat my cock.

My own balls tighten, I'm close. I allow my fangs to appear. Quickly I throw my head back as my orgasm explodes into this girl. I shout loudly, piercing the silent night. My eyes are tight shut.

The pleasure consumes me as I feel her try to push me off her.

When my orgasm subsides. I smile down at her dreamily. She is now frozen in terror. Her eyes wonder what my next move is. Once again I throw my head back and bring it back down. My fangs piercing her skin. She shrieks at the pain. I tear into her throat. The blood flows freely into my mouth. It tastes better than I ever imagined. My cock is still throbbing from my orgasm, pulsing inside her still.

Blood dribbles down my throat as I pull on her wound. I let out a satisfied moan. Still she shrieks beneath my hand. I take no notice.

I can hear her heart slow. She is coming to the end now. It's time for it to end for her. The torture in going to be finally over.

With one last pull, he heart stops completely.

I retract my fangs. Her eyes are wide open in fear. As I remove my hand, I notice her mouth is going open in mid scream.

I tap her face and it moves, lifelessly to the side. She is dead. It is over for her.

I grip her chin and hold her head up. I stare down at her and place a gentle kiss on her forehead.

My once flaccid cock, grows within her. I am turned on by this dead beauty.

Once I am fully erect, I start moving once more. Starting faster than the last time. Faster and faster I go. The only sound is my low groaning. She is dead and it turns me on so much. Just thinking about how much she fought me, how her life slipped away. It make me go faster.

I once again feel my balls tighten and with an explosion I yell out, screwing my eyes shut. I cum within her dead pussy.

Finally I am satisfied. Slowly I pull out. Her legs drop to the floor as I hold her up. I lie her gently on the floor and pull my jeans back up, fasting them. I feel a wet patch form at my crotch. I will go back to the bed and breakfast soon and clean myself up.

First I have to sort this wonderful dead girl out.

I grab her clothes and place them across her bare body, place her hands on top of her stomach, so that they overlap. I close her mouth, and close her eyes. I stroke her hair out of her face and smooth it over.

There complete. Someone will find her tomorrow. Someone will give her a proper burial.

I slowly retreat back down the alley. All I can think of is tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night the hunt will start again.

Tomorrow night I will be able to have that same pleasure.

Tomorrow is another day of pleasures.

A/N: Okay there it is. Sorry if this offended anyone. Not all chapter will be like this. I promise. Please, review. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.