Head pounding, Elizabeta came to lying face down on a musty-smelling bed. Her nose crinkled in further distaste when a fine layer of dust erupted from the sheets when she pushed herself off of the mattress. Giving the room a once-over, she voiced her conclusion that it was an complete and utter shithole. The paint was peeling, the gilded vanity was black with grime, all of the furniture was marked with water stains and deep scratches, and the fetid stench of decay permeated throughout the whole place, irritating her sinuses. All of those little niceties, of course, paled in comparison to the fact that she'd been abducted by a randy vampire thing whose only redeeming quality was that he didn't sparkle, at least not as far as she knew.

"But who gives a shit about that, what I need to focus on is getting out of here," she muttered. She strode to the battered wooden door, still feeling a bit wobbly, and wrenched it open, dully surprised when it actually swung open, revealing a hallway that looked even more rundown than the room. You'd think that he'd lock me in. Either he's an idiot or he's confident that I can't escape.

Clinging to the hope that it was the former, Elizabeta began her trek down the immense hall, wincing as every creak of the floorboards beneath her feet seemed to scream a warning to the master of the house that his prisoner was attempting to flee. Ominously enough, Elizabeta was reminded of her dream; every detail was precisely the same, except rather than being swathed in darkness, the corridor was instead lit by old-fashioned gas lamps, whose guttering light, feeble though it was, was sufficient to illuminate her way, although just barely. However, this also meant that it threw every single aspect of the hall into view, and the grisly embellishments made her stomach turn.

Dark stains which looked terribly reminiscent of aged blood were streaked across the mildewed walls. Massive, corroded chandeliers swung menacingly above her head, looking as though the fragile chains suspending them might snap at any given moment and crush her. Dirt, leaves and something she didn't wish to identify were heaped in every corner and if she strained, she could hear the soft plink of dripping water, which could only be a ceiling leak. But worst of all, even worse than the faded blood stains were the paintings on the walls, all of which featured the man who had brought her to this house of horrors.

Vivid depictions of him impaling victims with falchions, whipping their backs until they were devoid of flesh and nothing but a torn network of bloody criss-crosses, sipping blood from a cut-crystal goblet whilst reclining amidst piles of rotting corpses... There were others, many others, all of the same vein, displaying his thirst for both sadism and blood alike and sickened, Elizabeta quickened her pace and lowered her head, refusing to give the immortalized depravity any further attention.

Just when she thought that she might be nearing the end of the hall, the lamplights suddenly died, causing her to stumble and nearly fall when her foot caught on a loosened floorboard. Left with no choice, Elizabeta groped her way down the remainder of the corridor, using the wall for support, wincing when her hands met with something warm and wet. Fresh blood, she thought, feeling as though she might throw up when the acrid, metallic tang hit her nostrils. Furthering her speed, Elizabeta all but ran, nearly tripping in her urgency to get away from the pungent stink that saturated the air, legs pumping desperately before she finally lost her footing and fell, but not before finally escaping the hallway.

Pushing herself to her knees, Elizabeta noted that she had landed in what appeared to be a sumptuously decorated antechamber. The opulence of the foyer was somewhat marred in that, like everything else she had seen so far, it had fallen into a state of degradation. The spiral staircase had several collapsed steps, the banister was covered in a thick coating of dust, as were the chandelier and the candle holder set upon the worm holed table and all of the windows, which were stain glassed and portrayed the more disturbing of the New Testament scenes were streaked with years' worth of dirt, plunging the room into eternal night. All in all, the place had the feel of an abandoned church and Elizabeta wanted more than ever to just get out and never set her eyes on it again.

And there, less than ten feet away, standing there like a beacon of light, was the front door. "Oh, thank God!" She cried, bolting towards it. Just a few more steps, and she was free! She extended her hand, fingers brushing against the doorknob...And stiffened when she felt a familiar bony hand light upon her shoulder. Of course, it's never that easy, is it? Elizabeta thought, and she wanted to both cry and scream every expletive she knew. Instead, she settled for slamming her fist into his damnably calm face and shoving her knee into his groin with so much force that he was actually lifted several inches off of the ground.

Once again, he shot her that damn shit-eating smile, completely unaffected by her hits, and this time, she did scream, so loudly that the chandelier seemed to shake. Her cries echoed throughout the room, sending a distorted reverberation of her rage back at her, which only served to incense her further.

"Fuck you fucking fuck son of a bitch let me go, let me go, LET ME GO!" Elizabeta stood there, pounding her fists against his chest, staining his white shirt with blood from when she'd touched the wall, shouting further obscenities at him until her throat was raw.

He grabbed her wrists, effectively halting her assault, pulling her towards him. "Really now, all of these hysterics are rather unbecoming. And for the record, my name is Alexandru, not fucking fuck son of a bitch, although I must admit it does have a ring to it. Perhaps I'll use it as a pseudonym." He smiled at her again, sending fury boiling through her like lava. He's toying with me, she raged, and, without thinking of the consequences, Elizabeta spat in his face, immensely satisfied when the spittle landed right on his razor-sharp cheekbone.

His grin stretched so wide she thought his face would split, lips moving upwards to reveal what looked like row upon row of fang-like teeth. Slowly, he slid his tongue out and lapped up the saliva dripping down his cheek. Elizabeta looked up at him, revulsion written all over her face.

"Thank you, I quite enjoyed that. As always, you taste absolutely delectable, even if it was meant to affront me. Alas, I'd prefer a more...direct sample." He crushed his mouth to hers, just like he'd done at the nightclub, invading her mouth with his scorching tongue once again, leaving every spot that it massaged feeling as though it had been burned. One hand cupped and squeezed her ass, the other kneaded her right breast and again Elizabeta felt her body begin to go weak and her mind begin to cloud as he grew more desperate in his ministrations.

Why is it that I get like this every time he touches me? Is there actually something about physical contact with him that can weaken me? With the little energy that she could muster, Elizabeta snapped her teeth down on his tongue, praying that her theory was correct.

Alexandru pulled away from her, growling deep in the back of his throat. To her relief, Elizabeta saw that she had been right; as soon as he broke away from her, strength had returned to her body and the wooziness had faded. Erstwhile, Alexandru was taking his turn to utter curses, hissing and spitting out blood such a deep shade of red it was nearly black. As he continued to sputter blood out onto the floor, Elizabeta noticed something small and pink lying on the ground. Her eyes widened. In her frantic bid to get him off of her, she had bitten the tip of his tongue clean off. She wasn't in the least bit sorry, but she was disgusted and she continued to stare aghast at the tiny piece of muscle, jumping back when she saw it spasm slightly.

"That was rather impolite," he said in a thick voice, frowning. Tearing her eyes away from the sight of the chunk of tongue twitching on the floor like a fat pink maggot, Elizabeta was confronted with the equally revolting sight of his mangled tongue hanging out his mouth. Her repulsion was furthered when she saw the wound seemingly stitch itself closed before the missing flesh began to regenerate, sinuous strips of skin and muscle snaking out of the gash and twining around one another to form an entirely new tip.

Waggling his newly re-grown tongue at her in an obscene manner, Alexandru pulled her to his chest, chuckling into the crook of her neck. Unfeeling of the nails that clawed into his arms and the kicks to his shins, he began to suckle on her pulse point, moaning as he caught the scent of her blood flowing through the artery.

Elizabeta fought against the sudden wave of arousal that was rolling over her, sending pinpricks of heat pooling into her belly. She finally understood the trick to his manipulations of her body; it wasn't just venom like she'd believed earlier. The bastard had the ability to emit pheromones to bend a victim to his will before injecting the poison that would incapacitate them and leave them open to be drained. As though it weren't enough that he could in all probability bench-press a truck with one hand, he could release waves of hormones to subdue, sedate and arouse her at any moment he pleased.

It's over, she thought helplessly, feeling his hardening manhood pressing against her, it's over and I've lost, never even had a chance to begin with, actually. Images of him raping and savaging her until she was nothing more than a broken doll, sprawled out on the dirty floor limbs akimbo and eyes vacant, another morbid ornament to his hell house raced through her mind. And despite the fact that she despised crying, hated to feel so weak, stinging tears began to well up in her eyes, tumbling down her cheeks in rivulets as her shoulders began to tremble.

Alexandru caught the brackish scent of saline, felt warm liquid soaking through his shirt and froze, eyes wide. She was crying? Gently, he took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back slightly to better observe her. She is, he marveled. Although that was a bit of an understatement, actually. Elizabeta was sobbing, tears pouring down her face and her entire body shaking like an autumn leaf caught in a sudden wind.

Her tears confused him, irritated him, and incredibly enough made him feel the tiniest sliver of guilt. He wouldn't help but to dredge up an ancient memory of a child that had been set upon by a group of his own kind, mauled, drained and left to die. The child had cried piteously, green eyes glassy while awaiting a death that was too slow in arriving and as he had felt the smallest ounce of pity then, so did he at this moment. He hated the foreign feeling of mercy, so accustomed he was to indulging his desires without thought to the needs of others. But it persisted in niggling at him, urging him to quell his carnal instincts before she grew to revile him more than ever. If she hates you, a tiny voice insisted, she'll never acquiesce. You can try and force her all you want, but the weaker usually dies in the struggle and what will you do then? All that effort, wasted. Gritting his teeth, he swept her up bridal style, ignoring the desire to ravage her and turn her whimpers into cries of ecstasy and instead carried her down the hall, back to the room from which she had earlier fled.

Dropping her unceremoniously onto the bed, he stared hard at Elizabeta as she scooted backwards in an attempt to put as much distance between the two of them as possible. He took in her wide eyes, the tense way she held herself as if ready to flee if he so much as blinked, how she gripped the sheets with shaking hands. Inwardly, Alexandru cursed. If only she knew the truth, she would not be so resistant towards me. Alas, it was far too soon to reveal any more of himself to her, despite his desire to have her pliable and compliant with him. He sighed, pushed her hair away from her face and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss before sweeping out of the room, red-lined cape fluttering behind him and closing the door, this time bolting it shut. As he strode down the hall, jaw tightly clenched and gait rigid, Alexandru felt venom pool in his mouth, a dark combination of hunger and arousal pooling within him. Well, if Elizabeta was not willing, there was always an abundance of prostitutes and runaways milling about the streets, just ripe for the picking. Earlier commiseration gone, he smirked, fangs extending. I may spare you my attentions for the time being, but anyone else who stumbles upon my path will not be so fortunate. And as for next time...Next time, I won't have so much self-control with you.

Curled up on the aged mattress, Elizabeta rubbed furiously at her eyes, trying to remove any indication of the tears that had been falling down her cheeks. She was relieved that he had stopped, but she couldn't help but think 'What about next time?' Elizabeta was certain that the only reason why Alexandru had held himself back this time was because, in his own warped manner, he didn't want her to hate him, at least not anymore than she already did. "But once he realizes that I'll always hate him, especially after what he almost did today..." She shuddered, knowing the answer. Next time, there would be no restraint on his account; he would crush whatever softer emotions he might feel and take her, disregarding any protests. Any hopes she had harbored of escaping had been dashed; she was trapped and at his steadily waning mercy. Shivering, she buried her face in her arms and began to cry again.

Alexandru's hooded scarlet eyes roamed the club. It wasn't the same one where he had found Elizabeta, but the overall atmosphere was strikingly similair; flashing strobe lights, blaring music, glistening couples simulating clothed copulation. How vulgar. Excellent, he thought, satisfied. The bright lighting and the high volume of the fraudulent excuse for music offended his senses, true, but he required someone to satisfy his urges, lest he lose sight of himself once again. He didn't want to risk harming her by allowing his physical desires to best him. However, he had been sitting cross-legged at a table for nearly twenty minutes, looking attractively disengaged whilst nursing a mostly untouched tumbler of whiskey and hadn't yet spotted anyone who met his requirements.

Alexandru was ready to leave when his eyes widened ever so slightly, having finally caught sight of a possible target. He angled his head to better appraise her, nodding slightly. "She will do quite well," he murmured, standing up in a single graceful movement. He threaded his way through the gyrating crowd, nonchalantly edging around frenzied couples with the ease that came only to creatures of the night. He had nearly reached his intended quarry when she suddenly moved away.

His eyes narrowed. "This is becoming far too drawn out." Abandoning his pretense of exiting the club, he sauntered over to the bar, where the girl was placing an order.

She turned around suddenly, and would have bumped into him were it not for his inhuman reflexes. Rather than the maladroit fall that would have sent the contents of her glass all over his shirtfront, she was instead caught in Alexandru's arms and steadied. "Are you all right miss?" He asked, false concern plastered all over his face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." She trailed off, her eyes bugging as they raked over him. Her gaze was predatory and he nearly laughed aloud. If only she knew that he was on the prowl for something much darker than what she had in mind. He was well aware that humans both female and male alike found him alluring; unnatural levels of beauty was but a minor weapon in the arsenal of the vampire.

"No need to apologize, the fault was all mine." Alexandru drawled, smirking. His eyes swept her up and down, the smile spreading further across his face. The girl was so lust-ridden that she didn't even notice his fangs. "Anything I can do to make up for it?" He pressed on, eyes twinkling suggestively.

Her responding smile was coy. "You can do anything you want to." Blue eyes roamed up and down him just as he had done to her. "Yes, anything...you..want." The last words came out as a breathy whisper as she licked her lips, moving so close to him that her breasts were crushed up against his chest, lashes fluttering in an attempt to seem coquettish, although the action came off as rather slutty rather than sultry.

Alexandru leered even wider at her, venom dripping from his canines as the hunger began to override his senses. Years of practice had taught him to easily determine which women were of easy virtue, and as per usual, he'd been spot-on in his assessment. She was already whispering sweet nothings and nibbling his earlobe, her hands with their talon-like nails practically down his pants. Blinded by his handsome countenance, she flocked to him like a fly to a carnivorous plant. Foolish woman. However, she had long, light-brown hair that fell in waves down her back and ample charms; with the exception of her eye colour, she was a dead ringer for Elizabeta, and that was all he wanted. Well, that along with a nice drink...

Minutes later, they were in the master bedroom of his manor, the girl, who had told him that her name was Jennifer, sitting across from him on the bed, oblivious to the ramshackle appearance of his home, as he reclined on an overstuffed chair, pouring two glasses of wine. Alexandru handed one to her, watching silently as she gulped it down. How crass. He was glad that he had to suffer her company only a little while longer. He had to admit that her blood did have a fairly appealing scent, thought it was somewhat marred by alcohol and her undoubtedly questionable sex life.

He set his own glass untouched on the bedside table before wrapping his arms around her, sniffing her hair appreciatively. "You smell delicious...I could just eat you right up."

Jennifer giggled, her laugh turning into a moan as he began to kiss and suckle the side of her neck before moving down to her throat, raking his teeth across the sensitive flesh. "Oh, it feels like I was at that club just for you to find me."

"I feel the same," Alexandru said, feeling his pants tighten. "Oh yes, exactly the same..." Without preamble, he slowly began to unbutton his shirt before finally sliding out of and letting it fall to the floor, where it lay, a bright white contrast to the dark wood panels. He then stepped up to Jennifer, sliding his hands around her waist, creeping them up to the flimsy straps of her bright pink dress, caressing them lightly before hooking his fingers around the straps and sliding them off her shoulders. She squirmed, helping him to slide the garment off, hissing as the silk brushed against her skin before pooling around her ankles.

Eyes heavily lidded, she delicately crawled back onto the bed, lolling against the pillows with her bare chest thrust out and her tongue flicking over her painted lips as she slid a hand down the front of her panties. "Fuck me," she mouthed, crooking a finger towards him in a come-hither motion.

He slithered on his belly after her, the mattress creaking slightly as he turned her around so that she was facing the headboard. She whimpered and gripped the top of the headboard, feeling herself grow wetter. But hot damn, she loved a dominant man...

Alexandru unzipped his fly, groaning in relief as his cock was finally liberated from the confines of his pants. He wrapped a hand around her waist to steady the both of them, using his free hand to slide her lacy red panties aside before gently cupping and massaging her mound with his palm, teasingly stroking her inner thighs, tracing her swollen lips, before finally sliding a finger inside of her up the knuckle. She was hot and dripping wet, and he added another finger before proceeding to pump them in and out, first slowly and gradually increasing his speed while using his thumb to rub her clit in a soft circular motion.

Jennifer whimpered in ecstasy as she felt her walls first tighten, then clamp down hard on his fingers, fluttering rapidly for several seconds and causing white spots to burst before her eyes. Behind her, Alexandru chuckled. Cheeks flushed from her orgasm, she looked over her shoulder at him, eyes widening then glazing over as he lowered his mouth down to her soaked womanhood, spreading her apart with his tongue. He thrust his tongue in and out of her, lapping her slit from top to bottom, licking mischievously around but not directly on her clitoris before finally tracing the warm, wet muscle across and suckling the protruding nub of flesh as he continued to finger her, all while removing his hand from around her waist in order to reach up and toy with her hardened nipples. After a few minutes of his attentions, she let out a strangled cry, her hips vigorously bucking up and down as clear liquid dribbled from her slit, running down her thighs and dampening the sheets before she collapsed onto her stomach, trembling.

Examining the large wet patch, Alexandru grinned with approval at his handiwork. He placed a hand on her back and gave her a light shove in order to bend her over once more, placing the head of his cock at her drenched opening. He slid up and down across her pussy teasingly but just barely inserted his tip inside of her.

"What do you want?" He purred, barely moving at her opening, running his hands across her belly and around the sides of her hips.

Her breathing grew shallow. "I want you to fuck me raw", she ground out, pushing down in an attempt to force his cock into her. He entered her a bit further, and she pushed down on him once again in a desperate bid to get him to enter her more deeply. "Deeper, please," she begged, panting.

Alexandru's sclera began to bleed red as he at long last fully inserted himself into her tight passage. Suppressing a moan, he leisurely sunk himself into her warm, slick crevice before increasing his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher as he allowed his mind to roam. In his fantasy, the woman writhing beneath him wasn't a random trollop who, smitten by his good looks and debonair mannerisms, blindly allowed him, a complete stranger, to take her in such an animalistic and debased manner. No, in his distorted frame of mind, Jennifer was Elizabeta, his long-lost love from eons ago, and he was gently taking her as his rather than violently pounding her from behind like a dog in heat. The tautness around his manhood was the tight embrace of a virgin passage instead of the well-practiced fluttering of an experienced woman, the frenzied squirming under him the pained but pleasured movement of his innocent love, so delicate and pure that she was in agony as she tried her best to please him, not the orgasmic thrashing of a whore desperately riding him in order to cum.

"Ooh, fuck baby! Alex...Harder!" The raspy screams snapped him back to reality as though he had been doused with ice water. Rage coursed through him like a tidal wave made of molten lava. She just couldn't keep her fucking mouth shut for this, could she? Lips curling back from his pointed teeth in a snarl, he looked down at Jennifer as she shrieked and panted, her hips squirming so wildly that he had to grip her tightly with both hands just to hold her in place. Furious, he dug his fingers so deeply into the grooves of her hips that bruises began to blossom beneath his fingertips, but she merely took it as a sign of his enjoying himself, for she increased her volume and continued to erratically push herself up and down on his cock. She even had the gall to turn and look at him over her shoulder when he began to squeeze the flesh of her hips. "I like it rough," she whispered throatily.

"You like it rough, eh?" He muttered darkly. Well then, I sincerely hope you enjoy this. With that, he began to pound into her with such force that her head banged into the headboard with each thrust, reaching down to roughly play with her clit as he pulled her hair so forcefully that her entire upper body was raised from the bed. He continued to relentlessly ram in and out of her until he was sure that her abused walls would be raw and bruised. Just like you asked, you loud-mouthed bitch. At long last, he found his release, his hot seed spilling deep inside of her in creamy rivulets. Alexandru grunted, slamming into her several more times before pulling himself out.

She flipped onto her back, sapphire eyes hazy, body dusted with a light pink flush . "That was fucking incredible," she breathed. Alexandru was silent, staring at the way she lay sprawled on his bed, limbs spread in every direction with his essence leaking from her swollen lips and drying between her thighs, on the sheets. "I'm serious, that was the best sex I've ever had-"

Her words died in a wet gurgle as he sank his teeth straight into her jugular, severing her carotid artery. Blood spurted from the wound, spraying against the wall in a morbid pattern of scarlet exclamation points. Jennifer clapped a hand to her mangled throat in a frantic effort to stem the bleeding, her eyes clearly asking why. Alexandru smiled at her, and this time she took notice of his blood-flecked, knife-edged incisors. He tapped his chin, looking thoughtful as he licked the small stream of her blood streaming from his lower lip. "I'm sure you are wondering why is it that I've decided to kill you after this admittedly enjoyable session. There are many reasons, really. You scream too loudly, your eyes are the wrong colour, I was thirsty, you would more than likely give me a venereal disease if I were human... The list goes on. Anyway, it seems that you are bleeding out, and rather than leave you there to writhe in the agonies of a drawn-out death, I will be a gentleman and repay you for the use of your luscious body by aiding you along." Still smiling, he placed his hands around her neck in an almost tender fashion before twisting it around viciously. The wet snap of bone resonated throughout the room, even as he let her corpse fall from his arms. It landed limply on the mattress, bouncing several times before stilling, head flopping at an unnatural angle.

Alexandru sighed contentedly, gazing with at the gape-mouthed corpse with mild interest. "The best sex she had ever had, she said? Too bad it was also the last sex she ever had. Then again, it is nice to save the best for last, isn't it?" He laughed softly, relieved that he no longer had to deal with her. "She really didn't know when to shut up."