Really hope you all enjoy part two!

I forgot to mention this in my last update but I have a new playlist posted on 8tracks and a tumblr account all dedicated to my story. My username on tumblr is lyannaelle and I'll be posting the link to the second playlist in my bio if you'd like to check it out! Also please feel free to come talk to me on tumblr, I'd love to chat and follow you guys on there.

In terms of music for this one, I'd suggest looking up "Nightcall by Kavinsky Playing in Another Room" so you can add even more ambience to the scene.

"No. You can't make me," Regine grunted, crawling away from him towards the door.

Staring down at his hands, all David could do was smile to himself, letting out a small laugh under his breath. Her eyes narrowed.

"The opportunity's gonna come Regine and when it does, you won't be able to do anything but hurt someone to get what you want," he said with an easy shrug. "I wont have to make you do a thing."

She wasn't thinking straight. Nothing he had said since showing up had put her at ease but Regine couldn't help that misguided cocktail of hope and desperation guide her decisions. Instead of turning around and running the complete opposite way from this psychopath sitting casually on her bed, she rose from her position on the floor and took a step forward, feeling herself reach for his hand. She took it in her own and looked into his eyes, knowing how completely crazy she was about to sound.

"Unless you – "

She paused, reluctance washing over her face as she prepared herself for the words she was about to say.

He stood up slowly.

"Unless I…what?" His curiosity was piqued, she could judge that by his quirked eyebrow, yet something inside her could tell he already knew what she was about to ask of him.

"…help me," she heard herself say. Rough, nearly panting with need. The weakness in her voice forced her to look away from his gaze in shame.

"What do you think I've been doing all this time, hm?" he asked, gripping her waist tightly with one hand and sweeping a lock of hair over her shoulder with the other, leaving her throat exposed. His gaze flickered to the exposed flesh for the briefest of seconds before returning to meet her eyes, which were quickly filling with unshed tears. She was growing more frustrated but fought to control herself.

"You cannot be serious. Toying with me isn't the same as helping me, David. Please. Just let me drink from you again and I'll deal with the rest when it comes." She allowed herself to caress his face with her hands, palms moving down his cheeks to grasp at his neck, fingers weaving into his hair in an attempt to garner some kind of sympathetic reaction from him. Anything that would get him to see, to really understand how much she needed this.

His skin was like ice and Regine wondered if hers felt like that now, too. His eyes fluttered closed and he breathed deeply, giving her the slightest bit of hope that she was somehow getting through to him. Her fingers began to trace along his jaw and cheek once again. He seemed to enjoy her caresses briefly before bringing his hands to rest over hers, pulling them away from his face.

"What'll you give me for it?"

Regine spluttered.

"Give you? Give you for what?"

He only smiled wider at the baffled yet frightened look on her face. "My blood. If it's the only thing keeping you from turning these little…friends of yours into a full-course buffet line, why don't we at least make this a little more fun?" He let out a dark chuckle then. "For me at least."

She went still in his arms as her hands dropped from his face. Panic surged through her as the last fragments of her self control were slipping away. She questioned if she had even heard him correctly.

"David, what do you mean?"

He licked his lips and leaned forward, inhaling her scent before murmuring in her ear. "I've been around a long time, sweetheart. Longer than I'd care to admit." His voice turned into a velvety whisper, his cool breath sending sharp chills down her spine as he moved to grasp her waist. "I gotta keep myself entertained somehow."

She struggled to push him away in disgust but his iron-clad grip on her waist tightened still, fingers pressing painfully against her skin.

"Is that all this is to you? Some sick game to get your rocks off? God, you're revolting," she spat, turning her head away from him in an attempt to keep some semblance of distance between them.

His face suddenly turned serious as he gripped her chin, fingers tightening on her jaw so hard she felt her teeth clench involuntarily. He seemed to be growing irritated by her now and Regine wondered if he'd just kill her to get this over with.

She wasn't being fun anymore.

That thought should have struck some kind of fear inside of her but her ravenous thirst was all she could focus on as she fought to control her breathing.

"I know what I'm offering you. I know what it does, know the power of it. No blood will ever taste better on your lips than mine." His words were soft but Regine knew the rage that underlined them, she could feel it in his touch and see it swimming in his eyes. "Know why? 'Cause it's what made you what you are."

He smiled then released his hold on her face.

She could only plead at this point. The tears were unrelenting now as she let her head fall forward onto his chest, too pitiful to even look at him anymore.

"If you've ever felt a shred of emotion for me in your heart, David, you would see that helping me here and now would be a kindness," her voice was muffled against his coat and she sounded so tragically silly but she didn't care. "Why can't you just be nice to me for once?"

The room was silent and still as the thumping music continued to reverberate from the party outside.

"Nice, huh? Well…," he paused to briefly consider her plea and sniffed, smirking down at her. "That's one word for it. But I got another one."

She glanced up, searching his face for anything resembling human decency and finding nothing but a smirk.

"Boring."

His fingers relaxed against her hipbone as he took a step back from her and her incredulous expression. She watched him casually sit back on the edge of her bed in disbelief, his arms crossing across his chest as if he was preparing for something.

"You want it? You'll have to earn it first," he said, looking up at her and knowing full well what he was doing to her.

Regine blinked and before she could consider her words, she heard herself speak.

"What do you want me to do."

He shrugged innocently as he pretended to think, with Regine knowing full well that whatever it was he asked her to do, its intention was to embarrass her as much as possible. To make her feel small.

To give him power over her.

"How about a dance?" His voice interrupted her thoughts and her entire body went numb.

"Huh?"

"A dance."

She huffed in exasperation.

"You're kidding. Here?"

He nodded and shifted his position, relaxing against her bed with his hands pressed against her sheets on either side of him.

"I guess I've missed it. Getting to see you," Regine could see his eyes darken as he unabashedly skimmed her body. "And you were always worth every cent."

"You're disgusting," she spat, unable to help herself. Here she was nearly on her knees begging him to help her – to keep her from murdering every single living human in her vicinity – and all he cared about was some stupid dance? She knew that there was not going to be any arguing with him and that it was his way or the highway, as per usual. Her hunger was raging, but the idea of satiating herself and feeling that earth-shattering high soon after she did what he asked was keeping her steady.

"And just to get this straight," she paused to wipe her face, her tears were worthless to David and she was determined not to waste any more on him. "If I do this right now, you'll let me drink from you?" She needed the terms to be as clear as day before he tried to twist them later on.

"Do it and you can have whatever you like," he said with a devious grin. "I'm easy."

Regine wanted to let out a bitter laugh but fought the temptation. Yeah, this was all just so easy. He was watching her intently now, reveling in her discomfort, waiting to see what she'd do. She could only gape at him while her mind raced. Every option she had where she avoided doing this led to zero blood in her near future, which was something she just could not accept. She would kill to get what she needed otherwise. And he knew it. Taking a step backwards, she saw his gaze waver the slightest bit in confusion before she turned from him and slowly walked towards her door. She let her hand linger on the handle and with shaking fingers, she glanced back at him and switched the lock into place. His smirk only grew wider as he leaned forward.

Rather than waste any more time without David's blood on her tongue, she turned her focus away from her thirst and on the thumping bass in the next room, pretending they were in the Pink Room again. The place where they had touched for the first time.

Her breathing was growing more steady and the tears were long gone as she shed her top right away, leaving her in her black bra and the denim skirt she had mindlessly thrown on that morning.

She spared him a look and noticed that he still appeared a bit too pleased with himself, her eyes scanning his face and moving lower to his chest and torso. Hey, she ought to make this somewhat enjoyable for her too while she was at it.

"Take off your jacket," she quietly demanded, letting her hips sway with every advance towards him.

David's eyes narrowed but he relented, much to her pleasure, as he shook off his thick coat slowly, letting it fall to the ground. Regine's eyes lingered on it for a few seconds before dragging her gaze back to him, his arms exposed to her now.

He had inched closer to the very edge of her bed, seemingly impatient for her to begin, but Regine knew to take her time. Knew what he liked and what he didn't. He liked the anticipation most of all, even if he didn't realize it himself. She could see his eyes following her every move as her hands began roaming up and down her body slowly, how they would darken every time she would glide past her breasts or exposed stomach, sometimes lingering just long enough to make him appear hypnotized by her movements. God, she missed this.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad deal after all.

Grazing past the flesh of her waist to reach the small button on her skirt, Regine made sure to keep her eyes trained on him, never once faltering as she pulled down the zipper and dragged the skirt slowly down her thighs and onto the floor. She couldn't help but notice his lips part ever so slightly as his eyes traveled down her legs and back up again to settle on her face before she found herself right in front him, only inches apart now. Spinning around, her hands journeyed down from her hips all the way to her toes as she bent her body forward, giving him an excellent view of her body from behind no doubt.

She let herself feel the music then, swaying her hips with more intention to keep with the rhythm, turning around and reaching out to grip his shoulder as she stepped between his legs to stand above him. His scent was so strong yet she still craved more of it, inhaling deeply as her nails began to dig into his skin. She could feel him arch towards her, to get as close to her as possible without touching her, and she quickly turned away from him to hide her coy smile. From there she reached around to grip the back of his neck, letting herself rest on top of his lap gently as she rotated her hips in slow agonizing circles over him. Resting her head against his shoulder, she turned to watch his face as she pressed harder against him, her body still gyrating to the beat. His sharp intake of breath was enough to make her arch her back against his chest and grind even more, her full weight now situated on his lap.

Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his knees for balance and continued her torture, bringing the lower half of their bodies even closer together. It was then that she finally felt him let out a sigh and tightly grasp onto her hips to support her movements. He was pressing himself against her all the more and his hold on her was sending shockwaves up and down her body. She wanted his hands everywhere. Covering them with her own, she dragged his hands across her flesh, feeling her way across her stomach and pushing them up slowly towards her chest all the way to her neck, his palms leaving white hot chills in their wake as they caressed her.

Flush against him once more, she felt him bury his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in like she had done moments before except he took it one step further by placing hot kisses along her throat, his hands now roaming her body freely without her help. His tongue dragged across the length of her neck as she shivered over him, moving away from him only to reach around and unhook her bra and let it leisurely fall off her shoulders and onto the ground along with her other discarded items of clothing.

Wasting no time, she stood up only to place herself over him again, this time face to face with her knees resting on either side of his thighs, trapping him there beneath her. David's hands found her waist again and all but slammed her against him, wrapping around her so there was no escape for her either. Her arms slipped around his neck while her hips resumed their relaxed rhythm, readjusting her legs so that they could wrap around his abdomen. He was breathing heavily when his grip moved lower to caress the soft flesh of her bottom, pressing it against him all the more as Regine's head fell back at the amazing friction they were creating together.

His expression appeared serious, as if he was concentrating very deeply, but his eyes were black with lust as they gazed hungrily at her bare body before him. It was almost like he was trying to learn every inch of her flesh to draw upon from memory any time he wanted, a thought that made Regine's cheeks flush before she could stop it. He looked up at her, his brow quirked in a curious way, like he couldn't understand how she'd be embarrassed about anything they were doing now. She looked back at him with a mix of pleasure and anticipation, her hunger starting to flare violently in her throat again as his scent permeated her senses.

The pace of her hips increased as she desperately moved against him, his hold on her so tight that she was sure she'd have bruises scattered on her hips and thighs the next morning. His hands were frantic as they stroked and grasped her skin. Her breasts were smashed against his chest and her fingers were weaving through his hair as they moved against each other. It wasn't until Regine let a small moan escape her lips that David adjusted his position and swiftly stopped her movements.

She looked at him, confused, until he roughly pulled his shirt down and away from his neck, leaving his flesh exposed. Her chest was heaving as she gazed at his throat, terror and exhilaration flooding her system and clouding her vision. He gave her a single nod of approval before Regine attacked. Her body was in overdrive as it controlled her movements, pure instinct overtaking her while her brain went numb. Angling her head against him, her canines ripped into his skin, his freezing blood pouring into her mouth, overflowing onto her chin and rolling down into droplets on her chest. David let out a harsh grunt and Regine wasn't sure if it was in pleasure or pain, but she didn't care.

She was seeing stars.

Fireworks were shooting off in her brain and her body literally jolted with ecstasy as she drank from him, mouthful upon mouthful of pure sweet pleasure. No amount would ever be enough but Regine would revel in what he was willing to share this time.

She was shivering when she eventually pulled away from him. His face was unreadable but he was watching the blood continue to drip from her mouth as if in a trance. He brought a hand up to trace her cheek with the back of his fingers in a moment of serenity and tenderness between them before grabbing the back of her head and crashing his lips against hers in a harsh kiss.

If Regine was drowning before, she was flying now. Her senses were so sharp she could feel everything. The stubble on David's cheeks grazing against her soft skin felt too good for him to ever stop kissing her. Gripping his broad shoulders to desperately bring him closer to her, even though that was impossible given their current position, she clutched his body like it was the only thing that mattered. It was his blood that made her feel this way. Only his blood. Regine understood that now.

It was all she ever needed in this life.

Slipping his tongue in her mouth, David groaned when she met his desire with ferocity all her own. She knew he could taste his blood on her tongue as she turned her head to press hers deeper into his mouth, needing to feel more of him. She couldn't get enough no matter how long they touched, kissed, clung to one another. It would never be enough.

"How about another taste, baby?" He rasped after pulling away, his breath cool against her face. He no doubt felt similar sensations from her blood and it was no surprise that he'd want a taste of his own after watching her get her fix from him.

"Do whatever you want to me, I don't care," was all she could say back, too preoccupied and hazy to form a coherent thought at the moment.

He chuckled before leaning his forehead against hers. "Be careful with that."

She let out a quiet laugh of her own and time seemed to slow down as she opened her eyes to look at him, the silence between them peaceful rather than awkward. She could have gone on like that forever until the music in the next room came to a scratching halt as confused voices echoed from outside her bedroom door. David's expression turned dark as he looked past her, listening to the commotion from the partygoers while Regine's heart started to pound in her chest.

Without missing a beat, he lifted her from his lap and set her on the ground before reaching down to grab his coat.

"We gotta go. Pigs are here," he said briskly before shrugging his coat back on his shoulders.

"Wha-" was all she could say in her current state, but before she knew it, David was throwing her shirt at her from across the room.

"I said, time to go, sweetheart. The cops are shutting this thing down," he repeated slowly, as if speaking to a child. Regine's brow furrowed.

"But – this is my apartment," she replied dumbly. "Shouldn't I stay." Slipping her top back on, she bent down to pick up her crumpled skirt and slipped it on, too. Her boots followed.

"Stay if you wanna stay, but I can't say I know what's worth sticking around for," he justified before opening her window and putting one leg out onto her balcony. "I can say there's more where that came from if you come along with me."

His hand was reaching towards her now and Regine shook her head in order to gain some form of hold on her body and mind. She didn't know how long David would wait before seeking her out again. What if he purposely waited long enough next time and she was forced to do something bad? She couldn't take that risk and with a small sigh, Regine crossed the room and took his extended hand without looking back.