As always, SM owns all.

This time there would be no mistakes. He wouldn't let these three escape like the others had, like she had. This act, this was anger, frustration, revenge, and fury played out with understudies.

The girls on the filthy mattress in the corner had been stripped of their clothes and shackled to the wall with heavy chains. The manacles bit into the flesh at their wrists and ankles, leaving ugly red marks. The girl bound to the table was stretched beyond anatomical limits; her shoulders had dislocated when he stretched her arms to secure her to the hooks. She couldn't move, unless he forced her.

They weren't the same as the originals. He had looked hard to find a matching set: two redheads and a brunette. They really didn't look alike, and the redheads weren't twins, but they would do, especially after he made the changes. He took his time with the redheads, curling their hair, scrubbing their bodies clean, shaving their pubic hair when the curtains didn't match the carpet. He brushed the brunette's hair and put makeup on her.

The quiet redhead he chose to be her. He had given her drugs to go to sleep, and then with great care, and the others watching, he removed her eyes with a scalpel and melon baller. When the eyes were removed and the vessels and nerves cauterized with a dirty soldering gun, he expertly stitched her lids closed. He washed her face of blood and gently kissed her forehead before chaining her to the wall. When she woke, she screamed for hours, until her voice was hoarse and her throat raw. He delighted in every sound.

When she could only manage whimpers, he came to her and whispered, "You will be called Morgan. Tell me you love me, Morgan. Tell me you want to save me, Morgan."

Her lack of response made him angry and he threw a chair across the room. It shattered on impact.

"YOU WILL SAVE ME OR THEY DIE! You will save me and love me or the other one gets it too. Just listen."

He moved to the girl stretched out on the table. He dropped the leaf, allowing him to step between her legs. Her eyes were wide with fear and pain, a bit-gag had been shoved into her mouth to muffle the screams. He ran his hands over her thighs and along her sides stopping at her breasts, roughly squeezing them and pulling hard on her nipples. He smiled as the girl screamed and then giggled with glee as he delivered a blow across her face that echoed throughout the cabin.

"Shhhhhhh ... It's only just begun, luv. Save your voice."

He picked up a scalpel and made an incision from her sternum to pubic bone and watched as the blood flowed from the wound. The girl screamed.

"Ahhh, such a lovely fragrance. Not the same as the other one, but lovely none the less."

He bent forward and lapped at the blood coming from the wound, purring deep in his chest. He made several other incisions over her breasts and inner thighs, drinking from each.

"The key is to be patient. Don't let the lust overtake you. Yes, yes," he moaned against her clammy skin.

He made a cut to her labia and sucked hard. The girl's body twitched under her bonds.

"She liked this too. Tell me how much you want this... tell me!"

Muffled cries came from her mouth, tears streaming from her swelling eyes.

"Have it your way, you frigid bitch!"

He shoved his pants down and with one hand grabbed his cock, forcefully thrusting into her. His hips pumped, every thrust causing her body to bend unnaturally. Granite-like skin slapped against human flesh, bones broke, muffled screams were silenced.

"When she cures me, we will be together like this. She will scream out my name when I make her cum."

He held onto her hips as he thrust three more times before crying out. His pace slowed as he opened his eyes to take in his conquest. The incision had opened further, blood flowed freely. His thumb circled her clit making her body jerk involuntarily. His hand slowly slid from her mons to the incision. At first he toyed with the opening before inserting one finger, then two, then three. Soon his hand was inside of her body, massaging, squeezing her uterus, her intestines, her stomach, pushing through her diaphragm to her lungs and heart.

"This is the way it is supposed to be. Warm. Life."

He looked up at her face. Her eyes were open but unseeing, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

"And death. We are all supposed to die."

He looked over at the girls huddled on the mattress. The one girl stared at him, catatonic. The blinded girl rocked, silently praying to God.

"See, Morgan. You did this. All you had to say was that you loved me."

In an instant he was beside her on the mattress, stroking her hair and lifting her chin.

"Do you love me now? Do you?"

Her body shook at his touch. His head drifted closer and he brushed his blood stained lips against hers.

"Do you?" he whispered.

"Yes," she whispered in a sob.

He sat back on his haunches.

"Lying bitch!"

Faster than the human eye could detect, he was back at the table, tearing the dead brunette from her bonds. He threw her battered body across the room. Her intestines prolapsed during travel, catching on a long nail gracing a support post. Her body fell several feet away from the post, making the intestines look like some sort of grotesque garland.

"I never wanted to be this way, Morgan. I was a good man. I helped people, children. And now look at me, a monster, a monster that can't help himself. I don't want to maim and kill and torture, but it feels so good, like a climax after a year of celibacy, or a blow job from a 13 year old girl in Taiwan."

He paced the small interior of the cabin.

"I don't want to," he groaned, "but I do."

He waltzed to the mattress and lifted the catatonic redhead. He yanked her chains from the wall and held her in an awkward embrace before starting to waltz once again. The girl was limp in his embrace, but her fear was evident in her eyes and the release of her bladder and bowels.

"I want to be a good man again, Morgan. I want to help people, but I can't if I am the monster."

He tightened his grip on the girl and smiled in satisfaction as her felt her ribs break.

"I need to get to you, Morgan. I didn't expect the other vampires. Were they looking for a cure too? Are you helping them and not me? I saw you first, touched you first."

He squeezed and was rewarded with the sound of punctured lungs and finally a punctured heart. She gurgled in his arms, bright red frothy blood spewing from her lips. He kissed her deeply, sucking and licking as the blood escaped her body. When she expired, he tossed her on top of the brunette.

He went back to the girl he called Morgan, gently stroking her sides, breasts, and stomach.

"I love you," she stammered, with a hoarse voice.

"I know, pet, I know. But that doesn't mean I won't kill you."