(This one is rather short. All of these will be different lengths. As always: I don't own it! Enjoy!)

I knocked on his door readying myself to see him after nearly a week. There wasn't a wind tonight but the moon was bright, scaring away all the scary things. When he opened the door a minute later, the hungry look on his face told me he was pleased. Stepping aside, he let me in his home. The one that I had been in multiple times. My evening wear for the night was off the shoulder black dress that barely reached mid thigh. I could feel his eyes rake over my body.

Pushing me into the wall, his hands roaming my body, "What are you wearing?"

"My dress I'm going out in."

"You're not going out." he declared.

"Oh? I'm not?" I asked, my voice filled with amusement. He oculd say this but I would leave if I wanted too.

"No you're not. Do you know where that dress would look good at?" he muttered in my ear. I shivered from his intoxicating voice.

"I'm sure you're going to tell me…."

"The floor of my bedroom." his lips kissed my jawline to my throat.

"Tell me not to do it."

"Tell me not to bite you."

"Tell me not to taste you.." he demanded with some urgency. I could feel the tips of his fangs scratching my skin.

I arched my neck for him and felt his fangs slip into my soft skin and begin feeding on me. My wanton moans reached his ears and he pulled me tighter to him. Releasing me, his tongue slowly traced the bite marks he left behind. Before I could take another breath, he bit down on the other side of my throat. His hand coming up to tease the inside of my thigh.

"Henry...take me upstairs." I moaned. In a blink of an eye we were upstairs and his was tugging my dress off.