Kyuketsuki Jigoku
(Vampire Hell)
Chapter Three: Anata no Kyofu Tamotsu no Ugoku
(Your Fear Keeps Me Going)


It was a church. The roof was sunken in and dripping with the raindrops that had begun pouring down upon it, and the pews were all rotten and falling apart. It must be over a hundred years old, and the stained glass windows were all cracked and broken. Some of them were entirely gone. An old pipe organ sat off to a corner, it's keys covered in years of dust and dirt, and the bronze pipes turning to a rusty brown. Quatre stared at a large cucifix that hung precariously to the wall above the center of the altar. The body of Jesus was red, as if it had been covered and stained in blood, and half of its right arm was missing. The confessionary booths to the left were also falling apart, and one door sat awkardly, attached by only one hinge and swinging in the wind that came through the drafty windows.

He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. This church could cave in at any moment and the floor upon which he walked was weak and rotting and it sinked in and creaked with each step he took. The carpet that had once covered the floor looked as if it had been burned, it was so dirty and trampled.

"You aren't scared, are you?" Duo asked, walking sure-footed towards the front of the church, tapping every pew to his right and left with the palms of his hands. Some of the wood splintered and fell to the floor with his touch.

Quatre shrugged. "No, not at all. I mean, this place is really nasty and old, but not scary."

Duo laughed loudly and the sound echoed through the entire building, bouncing off the high ceiling and echoing a second time. It made Quatre shiver. It was eerie. "Just wait!" Duo said deep and threatening, his eyes glinting at the boy from over the rims of the sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose.

"Why are we here?" Quatre asked as he picked up a Holy Bible from the floor. The cover was covered in dust and very weather worn and when he opened it, the pages inside practically crumbled with the movement and fluttered to the floor.

Duo hefted himself up onto the altar with the palms of his hands and sat cross-legged, smiling at Quatre. "Before I became... what I am... I was Catholic. Now, I know better than to believe in crazy ideals like God and Heaven or Hell. And I know that if there is a Devil, then I am he."

Quatre snorted. "That's all very nice, Duo," he said, dropping the book onto one of the rotten pews. The wood cracked and splintered and the book fell straight through onto the floor. Quatre stared at it strangely.

Duo glared at him a moment. "Just let me finish, okay?" he said in a playful manner. "I was Catholic, and this place holds some of my memories. It's not quite as old as I am, but it's been here awhile, and I used to come here to listen to the Father's sermons. He was a great speaker, though his beliefs were a bit off-track. He only spoke about God and Jesus and the sweet Mother Mary, even though all of that is pure shit."

"So you don't believe in God?"

"Are you crazy!? Of course not! God created man, and he shall have his time on earth, such a short time, and then descend up to Heaven where he will be greeted with a pair of shimmering wings and a halo and nice, fat harp to play for all eternity.
Give me a break!"

"The Bible never says that," Quatre said, placing his hands on his hips.

"Look, all I'm saying is that, if God created man, a mortal, then who created the immortal? Who created those of us who never die? Who created the ones who feed on man to survive for all eternity on Earth?" Duo paused a moment and lowered his head. "Who created me?" he whispered.

"Duo, you're really beginning to act strange and it's starting to scare me, and we're out here in the woods in the middle of absolutely nowhere and it's raining. This place could fall apart any minute and squish us. Aren't you worried?" Quatre walked toward the altar, staring at Duo's lowered head. He was beginning to worry about the boy. Perhaps his life wasn't all that great. Perhaps he needed some help. I mean, the boy did truly believe himself to be immortal.

"Look, Quatre. When you've lived as long as me, you've seen the beliefs keep changing, and you tire of trying to keep up with them, so you believe whatever you can. You believe them until you finally figure out that what you've been believing this whole time is nothing more than the myths and legends. You find out that the myths and legends, the monsters under your bed, the werewolves and zombies, the vampires, these are the true Gods of the world, because they're here, and they have an effect on humans. Maybe no one prays to us, but we do make miracles happen, even if they are our own miracles."

"Us, we, our!" Quatre screamed, totally confused. He was getting a bit annoyed now, listening to this maniac babble endlessly about living forever and vampires and werewolves, and all the while, the rain had gotten steadily heavier, until there was a river flowing from a hole in the back corner of the roof all the way to the altar underneath Duo's feet. "I don't know what you're talking about anymore, Duo! You're confusing me! What are you trying to say, that you're a werewolf? That you're God? Well, you're not! Maybe God isn't here on earth in a physical form, but he lives in our hearts and souls."

Duo tilted his head back and laughed loudly and the sound mingled with the rain pouring and the lightning that crashed outside and the whole thing became one giant scream of laughter. "In your hearts!?" he screamed, glaring at Quatre. His legs were still crossed and the water flowed on the floor just inches below his dangling feet. He jumped down and the water splashed up onto his pants and soaked his shoes. "The only thing in a human heart," he said menacingly, approaching the boy who was now backing slowly away, "is the only thing that can keep me alive forever!"

"Duo!" Quatre shrieked and put up his hand in defense. "What the hell are you talking about!? You're scaring me!"

Duo laughed again and continued approaching, his perfect white teeth gleaming in the moonlight thst barely shown through the broken window panes. He came within inches from the frightened boy's face, breathing cold breath on his cheek. Quatre put his hand to the boy's chest and pushed slightly, trying to get him to back away, but Duo leaned into the push and refused to move.

"Quatre," Duo said deeply, and the sound caused a pain in the boy's chest. He felt as if he may faint with fear. "Why are you doing this to me!?"

"Wh-what?" Quatre studdered, still trying to push him away. He couldn't clear his thoughts enough to push any harder than he was, and he knew that if he didn't calm down, Duo may very well hurt him.

"I told you not to be afraid! I warned you!" Duo said through gritted teeth as he grabbed a lock of blonde hair in his fist.

"I can't help it!" Quatre screamed over the lightning that crashed outside. "You're scaring me!"

Duo's hand shook a moment and finally released the hair in its grasp. "Quatre, I like you! I'm not going to hurt you, but you must not be afraid!"

"I can't help it!" Quatre sobbed, and the tears that had been threatening to fall were finally shed. They fell onto his tan cheeks and dripped to the floor.

Duo stared at the tears strangely a moment. He'd never seen a boy cry before. Not even the victims he had tortured painfully before their death had shed tears. They had screamed and kicked, even fainted, but never cried. He'd always thought that boys just don't cry. That boys can't cry. He watched in fascination as the tears sparkled in the moonlight and fell to the floor and he stopped pushing against Quatre. He just stared a moment, his lips parted, with a sad look in his eyes.

Quatre removed his hand from Duo's chest and wiped his nose with a finger. He went to wipe the tears away from his face and the boy's hand shot out, stopping him. He stared at Duo strangely, and Duo stared back, still looking fascinated at the boy's eyes. Those tears. They were so wonderful. He forget everything he'd been feeling before, all of the thirst that had risen inside of him when he sensed the fear and adrenaline pumping through Quatre's blood. He forgot how long it had been since he'd fed and watched the last tear flow down Quatre's flushed cheek.

Duo's grip held tight to Quatre's wrist as he reached out a hand and wiped his face, letting the salty teardrop settle on the tip of his finger. He stared at it a moment, then wiped it on his shirt. Then he wiped Quatre's other cheek free of tears and released his hand.

"I'm sorry, Quatre," he said sadly. "I didn't mean to scare you, but you were already afraid."

"Yeah," Quatre said, sniffing. "But you made it worse, going on a rampage about being God."

"I'm sorry."

Quatre stared at him and rubbed his nose again.

"Like I said, I like you, Quatre. I don't ever want to hurt you."

"It didn't seem that way a moment ago. You acted as if you were going to kill me."

Duo looked at the floor. "I was." He felt Quatre's fear rising again and immediately grabbed his shoulder. "Don't be afraid again, please. I'm not going to, now that you've calmed down."

"Well that's good!" Quatre laughed nervously, an insane laugh. He couldn't believe how strange the situation had become.

"Quatre," Duo whispered, but it was not a menacing whisper, like before. It was a kind, understanding, and gentle sound. "I want you to stay with me forever."

"What do you mean?" the boy asked nervously.

Duo sat down on the wet floor, motioning for Quatre to do the same. "I guess it's time for me to stop beating around the bush, as they say."

"Uh-huh," Quatre said as he sat down next to Duo and stared at his profile.

"I guess it's time for me to tell you why I've lived so long."

"Uh-huh."

"Quatre, do you believe in vampires?"

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Lights flashed viciously around the club while heavy music pounded through his body. He felt the vibrations pulsate within him and sat back in his chair, a pair of dark sunglasses shielding his cold stare. A drink sat untouched on the table in front of him, vodka and ice. He rubbed his fingers over the sweaty, cold glass. The ice had melted into the vodka, and he dare not drink it now. It would taste bitter and light and watery. The waitress came by and he pointed to his cup. She ran off to retrieve another one.

There was a woman at the bar, early twenties, thin and attractive. Bleached hair tied up in a high ponytail that swung around when she shook her head and laughed. She was clinging to a young man, about the same age, wearing a business suit and tie. He was drunk, and willing to pay anything to go to bed with that girl right now. The boy watched as she slinked ever closer to his ear, nearly climbing up on his lap, and began whispering things. He concentrated and could hear the secretive conversation they were having.

"Are you looking to have a good time tonight, honey?" she asked seductively.

The man smiled drunkenly at the whore. "It wouldn't be bad," he answered slowly, slurring his words together.

"You got money for a hotel room?" she asked before nibbling on his ear lobe.

The man laughed stupidly at the girl. This was too good to be true. He nodded. "I got plenty. Pay day today..."

The girl giggled childishly and ran her hands up and down his chest. "What do you want tonight?" she asked as her hand began to slide down the front of his pants.

The man let out a tense, nervous sigh as he felt the sensations.

"Can I get you anything else?"

The boy looked up, slightly surprised. A new drink sat on the table in front of him and a scantily-clad waitress hovered above, carrying a small serving tray. He waved her away with his hand and she sneered. Some people could be so rude sometimes!

"I want to fuck your brains out," the man whispered lightly, and the girl stood up.

"Let's go, then," she said, straightening out her revealing tiger-skin dress. "There's a motel next door." She smiled.

The man quickly downed the last drops of his drink and stood up, swaying slightly while he reached in his pants pocket for his wallet.

The boy stood up as well, taking up his drink and twirling it around in his hand. He swallowed the entire cup in one gulp before walking over to the bar, stopping right behind the woman. He hovered over her shoulder, smelling the cheap perfume she had doused herself with just before coming here.

The blonde felt a presence near her shoulder and turned around to see her own reflection staring at her from a pair of dark sunglasses. "Can I help you with something?" she asked politely, a strange thing to do in a place like this.

"I'll pay you double," the boy said simply, and the girl stared. He certainly was strange. A tall man, taller than she, but his face looked so youthful and perfect, with a strong jawline. A large black coat over a green shirt and black pants. Surely he must be older than he looked, to be in a place like this, but his face looked so young.

The man lurched foward at the boy, steadying himself on his shoulder. "Hey, man. I was here first. Take a number!" he belted loudly, breathing alcohol-tinged breath in the boy's face. He was unmoving.

"I'll pay you double," he repeated. "How much were you going to get from this guy?"

"I charge two-hundred for sex," she said calmly, as if she were telling the price of an old car she was trying to get rid of.

"I'll give you five," the boy said, finally pushing the man's hand from his shoulder.

"Six!" the man belted, steadying himself on the woman's shoulder now.

"Seven," the boy said calmly.

The man's eyebrow's knitted in anger. "Look here, you little faggot!" he screamed, taking a step foward and pressing his chest to the boy's. "I was here first! Get your own whore." He made the terrible mistake of pushing the boy hard in the chest.

The boy took one step back, then returned to standing face to face with the man, glaring at him from behind the dark sunglasses. "I'm warning you," he said, clenching his teeth. "Do that again, and I shall have to hurt you."

"Shall!?" the man screamed mockingly, his voice breaking and turning to a high-pitched screech. "You shall have to hurt me!" the man laughed. "Oh, please don't hurt me, little faggot! I'll be good from now on!" The man laid a hand on the boy's chest, ready to push him back again. The boy grabbed his wrist like a flash of lightning, holding it with a bone-crushing, iron grip.

The man looked up, startled, and saw a pair of perfect, gleaming white teeth smirking at him through vicious lips. He tried to pull his hand away, but the boy held his wrist tight, squeezing it. The man felt the bones in his wrist begin to crack with the pressure and let out a terrified scream of pain.

The boy wasn't through yet, though. He grabbed onto the bottom side of the man's elbow and pushed, hard and sharp, breaking the joint with a sickening snap. The man stared strangely at his deformed arm that was now bent backwards in the air. He didn't seem to know whether to pass out or scream madly. Taking this as a gesture that the man hadn't had enough yet, the boy pulled on the man's arm and pushed his shoulder so that he turned his back. He jerked on the arm, ripping the shoulder joint out of it's socket with a deep popping sound. That's when the man lost all sense and began screaming hysterically. All eyes nearby turned to face him as he fell to the floor, grasping his shoulder with his free hand. He looked a pathetic sight, one armed hanging limply at his side, its elbow seeming to defy the natural human structure, as he kicked around on the floor, shrieking with a blood-curdling scream.

The boy smirked to himself, satisfied that he had caused a fair amount of pain to this man's body. He loved to see humans in pain. It excited him tremendously. He grabbed the blonde whore by the arm and led her out of the club quickly, and out onto the streets. A taxi cab went flying straight past his outstretched hand, and the boy snarled and glared at it. It's brakes squeeled loudly, then it began to back up. The man inside looked around strangely, as if he hadn't meant to put his car in reverse.

He saw the boy and the woman standing next to his car, the boy seemed to be smiling evilly about something. "Sorry, guys! I didn't see you there!" he yelled through the open window across the passenger seat. The boy opened the back door, allowing the girl to climb in first and slide over. He sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulder protectively as she stared at him, mystified.

"Where to?" the driver asked, looking through his rearview mirror at the strange couple.

"A hotel," the boy said deeply, still glaring at the driver, who nodded and put his foot on the gas pedal.

"How did you...?" the woman began to say, but stopped when the boy turned to look at her. He was not at all glaring, but he was still scary to look at, still threatening, though he wasn't trying to be.

"How did I do that?" the boy said, finishing the girl's question for her. "Very easily," he said wryly, a small, thin smile waking on his pale lips. He leaned foward, until his face was inches from hers, and took a deep breath. That perfume she was wearing was simply tantilizing, and he began to wonder what it would taste like on her skin.

The woman backed away slightly, only so that she could see him without her eyes getting blurred from the close proximity.

"So, what's your name, honey?" she asked pleasantly, placing her hand seductively on his chest.

"Doesn't matter," the boy said simply, his voice still deep and husky.

The girl paused a moment, her hand still resting against his chest. It was cold, like ice. She could feel it through his shirt.

"Don't you want to know my name, honey?" she asked playfully.

The boy smirked at the woman. "Doesn't matter."

"Well," the woman said palyfully, "to make things easier, you can just call me Joy, because I bring happiness to everyone I meet."

The boy smiled at the blonde. "That was cute, real cute," he thought sarcastically to himself. He wondered if this woman came up with that by herself. She didn't seem to have the brains to make any sort of statement like that of her own accord.

"Can't I have a name to call you?" she asked, slipping her fingers barely down the waist of his pants.

"Whatever you like..." the boy said, and turned his head to stare out the window.

"How about... Steven?" the boy looked at the girl strangely. "No? Maybe John? Lots of men use that name with me."

"That's fine," the boy said, and rubbed a finger down the woman's soft, make-up saturated face. "Far too much eyeshadow,"
he thought to himself as he looked at her eyes. They were a gorgeous, soft blue, with slight hints of green around the edges. A strange combination.

"This place okay?" the driver asked loudly, waving to the two in the backseat. The boy stepped out of the car and stared at the large neon sign overhead.

"Motel 7," it said. The light on the seven had gone out. "This will be fine," the boy said, grabbing a folded bill from his pocket and handing it to the man through the window. It was a hundred, and the boy didn't ask for change.

"Thank you very much, sir!" the man shouted out the window at the retreating figure in the large overcoat. The woman stepped out of the car, straightened her dress, pushed up her cleaveage to its' maximum height, and waved to the driver. He waved back and drove off.

The boy had already gone to the dimly lit window of the front office and slid another hundred through the hole in the bottom of the glass. The boy inside handed him a small key card and pointed the way to his room, corner of the building, second floor. The woman jogged to catch up to him, her cheap pumps clacking against the uneven asphalt parking lot.

The boy nodded for her to hurry up and started walking to the room, his hands in the pockets of his overcoat. The wind blew aroung him, sending his black coat into a long flurry of waves, and the woman stared at him a moment. What was a sexy, attractive man like him doing picking up a cheap whore like her in the middle of the night? He was the kind of guy who should never have to pay for sex. She shrugged to herself and walked along behind him. If he was good in bed, she may just let this one be free.

The boy stopped at the foot of the metal stairs and waited for the woman to catch up. She walked quickly, her breasts threatening to bounce out of the top of her tight dress and her hips swaying fiercely back and forth as her small purse jerked around from the strap in her hand. The boy smirked inwardly and licked his lips. She certainly was a tasty little morsel. He could tell from where he stood. Her scent wafted to his nose from at least twenty feet away. She finally caught up to him, her chest hefting up and down faster than usual. She brushed her bangs out of her face and let out a loud breath. "You certainly do walk fast," she laughed playfully.

The boy took a step closer, closing the small distance between the two, and picked her up in her arms. She squeeled with delight. This man must be very strong. She felt as if she were nothing more than a feather, the way he lifted her in his arms. It was nice. "Feeling playful, John?" the woman asked. The boy smirked down at her as he deftly ascended the stairs and carried her to the room's door. He set her on the ground and inserted the card in the top of the locked door handle. The light turned from red to green, and he turned the handle and walked inside, flicking on the light switch on the wall.

The girl took one step inside and was immediately blasted by icy cold air. It was like a freezer in the room, and she rubbed her bare arms. "Don't you think we should turn up the air in here?" she asked the boy, who was taking off his overcoat. He placed it neatly onto the back of the small chair to his left and turned around. "It's really cold."

He smirked and watched her bounce up and down, shivering in the cold air, as she closed the door. "It feels fine to me, Joy," he said, walking across the room to her. He watched her luscious breasts jiggle with the bouncing and licked his lips. He'd never really been all that interested in breasts before, but hers were so pink and full, like large, soft gelatin molds. He wanted to sink his teeth into them and dine lustfully.

"I'm cold!" she whined playfully, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her chest to his. "I'm going to turn of the air."

She walked to the large AC box to her left and began searching for the switch. "Don't!" the boy said commandingly. She turned to him strangely. He had a playful smile on his lips. "I like it. Just climb under the covers," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her to the bed. "I'll warm you up."

"How could you?" she thought to herself. "Your body's just as icy as this room." She remembered how cold his chest had felt, even through his shirt, and shivered inwardly. Joy pulled the bedspread and sheets down from the pillows and crawled under the blankets. Even the bed was cold, but she knew it would warm up soon.

The boy hovered above the other side of the bed, staring down at her. He still wore his sunglasses and, thinking it strange, she asked him to take them off. "Why don't you take everything off and crawl in here with me? You said you would keep me warm, John."

The boy sat down on the bed and stared at her from above the covers. "You want me to take the sunglasses off?" he asked, the tip of his index finger settling on the corner of the rim.

Joy nodded playfully and sat up in the bed, waiting. The boy smirked to himself. He knew what her reaction would be when she saw his eyes. Everyone reacted the same way. He sighed, trying to sound annoyed at the notion, and got up to flip off the overhead light.

"Now I won't be able to see your eyes!" Joy said, smirking playfully. The boy walked over and turned on the lamp on a nearby table, just enough light so that she would be able to see the color. He sat back on the bed next to her and took the sunglasses off, though his eyes were closed. Joy ran a finger down his nose and inched forward, trying to act as if her arms and chest weren't freezing, being out from under the blankets. "Why don't you open your eyes now, honey?" she asked, her hand settling on his smooth, cold cheek. The boy smirked and slowly opened his eyes. The girl gasped, mystified. They were the strangest color eyes she'd ever seen. A dark, prussian blue, but with a total, underlying tone of gray, or even, silver. It was like a silver platter that had been painted over with a thin, watery blue color. "Wow..." she whispered into the slience of the room, and the boy smirked again. Just like he'd thought she would do. He knew how powerful his eyes were on people, which is why he always kept them covered. "A few more hundred years," he thought to himself, "and they won't even have the blue. Just pure silver," he thought whistfully.

The girl inched even closer, still staring mistily into the deep pools of silver and blue. She couldn't help but wonder if he were wearing contacts. But this guy wasn't the type to worry about jabbing contact lenses into his eyes on a daily basis. He didn't seem to care how attractive he was. He walked with an uncaring aura, as if nothing in the world would ever bother him, as if nothing was real, and nothing really mattered. He was just free.

The boy smiled at the thoughts running through Joy's head. This girl was reading him better than he thought she would. He leaned closer to her face and kissed her soft red lips. He could taste the lipstick as his tongue slid into her mouth and revelled in the warmth therein. Her breath was fresh and minty, as if she had just eaten mints, and he liked the refreshing taste. He knew his breath was probably tasteless to her, nothing but cold. The boy wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and placed his palm in between her shoudler blades, pushing her closer until her breasts were, again, squished against her chest. He liked the soft, mushy feel they had.

The boy stopped kissing her for a moment and took off his shirt. The girl stared at him, again mystified. His body was absolutely perfect. Excellent muscle tone, his stomach ribbed and masculine, his pectorals perfectly defined, even his shoulders and arms were perfect, their muscles jutting out underneath the skin. A small silver cross dangled from his neck on a beaded chain, but she ingored it. She couldn't wait to feel that wonderful body against her own, and she hurriedly undid the latch on the back of her dress, slinking out of it under the covers.

The boy watched her take her dress off in the bed and smiled to himself again. Her perfect, luscious breasts were now fully exposed to him. Her tan nipples sat hard and erect in the center of them, and he felt the need to grab them and squeeze them hard to feel the flesh squish in between his fingers. He crawled into the bed and ontop of the woman, where he hovered over her, supporting himself with his hands on the mattress on either side of her shoudlers. Joy wrapped her arms around the mysterious boy's neck and carressed his muscled shoulders, his strong back. Oh, he was so beautiful, so perfect. The boy watched her breasts jiggle in waves with the movements. So tantalizing.

He lowered his head to her neck and began to suck hungilry. Joy moaned with the sensations and clutched him tighter, digging one hand's fingernails into his flesh. "You like it rough, I see," she moaned out in between sharp breaths. She'd never been turned on like this before. She'd done this for years now, since she was fourteen, and it had become so mechanical to her. Screw them, take their money, leave, and find someone else to screw. That was all it was to her anymore. But this man, he was different. His soft caresses, his light squeeze on her right breast. This boy wanted to make love, not just fuck. He wanted to hear her scream in pleasure, and with the way he was going now, that goal may not be far off. She could feel the hot, tingly sensation gather between her legs, though he'd never thrust against her once. She wasn't even sure if he was at all erect, if he could ever enter her. She was feeling on the verge of climax simply from his touch.

The boy stopped sucking on her neck and stared at her a moment, her eyes closed in the midst of passion. She looked lovely now, so delicious. He kissed the flesh of her neck, and down between her breasts, giving them each a light squeeze with his hands. He went further down, kissing her warm, soft stomach. She was thin, but not at all muscled. Her skin moved freely and lushly over the small muscles in her belly. He found her naval and probed his tongue inside it, then circled it. His icy tongue was so fresh against her sweat-laden skin, she cried out in ecstasy. This boy was too much for her senses, and her mind swirled and dipped in the pleasure.

The boy lowered his head further, his mouth trailing a path of kisses down between her legs. He nudged his nose against the soft, swollen flesh there. Her smell was so intense at this point, it was making even him lose his grasp of sanity. His tongue licked and tasted the bitter-sweet, moist flesh of her body. It darted back and forth quickly, titallating her and making her legs twitch as she thrust her hips forward, closer to his mouth. He penetrated her body, his icy tongue sliding in and out as his fingers seperated and toyed deftly.

Joy cried out in pure rapture. She'd never felt things like this before. She'd never had any man use his mouth on her. She'd always been the one forced to please others. This boy was pleasing her, though. Not caring about his own pleasure. She thought she'd spoken too soon when the boy's tongue stopped licking and darting and he brought his mouth back up to hers for a kiss. She could taste herself on his cold lips. It was a strange taste, slightly sour, with an acidic tinge. She almost liked it, and it seemed to numb her mouth slowly.

The boy sighed into her mouth, passion in his breath. It was a slight sigh, though. Not loud and obnoxious like most men. It was kind and gentle, somewhat comforting. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and lowered himself closer to her body. That's when Joy realized how excited he'd become. She could feel the hard, smooth shaft between his legs rub against her thigh and immediately find its destination, penetrating her body quickly.

"Wait!" she screamed out, panicking. "We've got to use protection!" She pushed on his shoulder, trying to get him to pull out of her. She couldn't risk getting diseases from this boy, and God knows they were everywhere these days. John laughed into her shoulder, then lifted his head, glaring at her blue-green eyes.

"No need to worry about that!" he said gruffly, still smiling a threatening smile.

Joy stared at him strangely and squirmed underneath the weight of his body. He sat up quickly, pushing her legs apart with his own, and hefted her weight onto his lap, all while remaining inside her. "What do you mean!?" Joy asked, still trying to pull away, but this boy was so strong, it was like fighting against the metal bars of a prison cell, totally unmoving.

The boy started sucking on Joy's neck again, using his own strength to slide her along his length. For some odd reason, the boy sucking her neck made her suddenly forget everything she'd been worrying about, and she pressed her body closer to his, now moving up and down of her own will. It felt so good, she never wanted it to stop. She was barely aware of a light stick of pain in her neck and, thinking he'd simply nipped her in a moment of pleasure, she continued to bask in the feelings rushing through her body. She was so close to climax now, she could think of nothing else. Her vision began to blur, and she closed her eyes tightly to keep herself from worrying about it. The pleasure was so grand, the boy sucking ferociously on her neck while her entire lower half tingled from the sensations within her. Just as she was reaching her peak, and ready to cry out with the feeling, she felt the boy's body begin to warm in her arms, and thought it strange. Her mind became distracted for an instant, and she realized that the sucking on her neck was becoming vicious and painful. She made a sound of discomfort, hoping he would notice, but he continued, breathing heavily.

"Hey, honey," she said, loosening her grip on his shoulders, "that's starting to hurt a bit. Do you think you could move that sexy mouth to another area?"

The boy growled into her neck, and she began to worry. She pushed at his shoulders now, trying to get his attention, and realized how weak she was feeling. She felt light-headed and sick to her stomach, like she'd not eaten for days and just been forced to exert a lot of energy that she just did not have. "John, that's really starting to hurt me!" she cried, her hand coming to his head and pulling at his hair.

The boy growled and took his mouth away. His eyes were glaring at her from under his brow, but a large smile was on his lips and she noticed, in the dim moonlight that barely snuck through the thick curtains, that his mouth was darker than usual. It seemed to be tinged with some black smudge. What had that boy been doing to her?

John laughed at the girl. It began as a chuckle and slowly rose in his chest and throat, releasing itself as a sickening, gut-wrenching bellow. The girl took the golden opportunity and lept from his lap, crawling backwards away from him to the foot of the bed. She searched violently for the light switch on the wall next to the bed. The boy got on his knees and hands and inched closer, still smiling, the darkness still covering his mouth and chin. Joy found the switch and flipped it on, the illuminescent bulb flooding the room with light. The boy immediately covered his eyes from it and sank back. "Turn that off!" he screamed in pain.

Joy stared at him, totally terrified. There was blood seeping from his mouth and flowing down his chin. She sat in shock a moment before slowly turning her head and looking down at where he had been suckling. She shrieked in pure terror, for her entire left shoulder was covered in blood. Her blood.

Joy stood from the bed and her legs, being so weak from loss of blood, gave out on her. She fell to the floor and stared up fearfully at the boy, who stared back at her from behind his arm that shielded the light from his eyes, still smiling that eerie and deadly smile. Joy screamed again, hoping someone would hear her and come to her rescue. Panicked, she hefted herself to her feet, swaying with dizziness. The boy watched as her large breasts jiggled around again, and smiled even wider. This was more fun than he had hoped for. The weakened woman meandered toward the door, not worrying about gathering up her clothes, but the boy was immediately in front of her, as if he had appeared there, blocking her exit.

She stumbled backwards and fell onto the carpetted floor as the boy watched her breasts bounce with the impact. He smiled. The girl screamed and lifted her weak body to her feet again. She ran to the bathroom and tried to close the door, but the boy's hand was between it and the wooden fame, and it was slowly, effortlessly, pushing it open. No matter how hard she pushed, the door continued to open, wider and wider. She screamed again and pushed against the countertop. The door still moved at the same speed. Then it reached a point and stopped. The girl continued to push, putting all her weight into it, then the door flew open, sending her face first to the floor. Her body didn't seem to want to move anymore and she lay there, staring at the blue and white tiles in front of her. She was frozen with fear.

"Don't give up now, Joy!" the man said teasingly, adding an extra tinge to her prostitute name. "The fun... has only begun." He laughed viciously, sending chills down the girl's spine. She flipped herself over on the floor and glared up at him, though she didn't feel as if it would do any good. The man was totally nude in front of her, and slowly advancing. It was a fearful sight, indeed, as he cracked his knuckles at his chest, where the ancient, silver cross was pulsating with a red light.

Joy began to scoot away from him, kicking her heels against the slippery tile floor. The boy was immediately ontop of her again, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. His features were twisted and distorted, as if he were possessed by some evil demon, and he laughed in her face again.

Joy shrieked with fear as the boy entered her again, thrusting hard and painful into her body. Not only was he sucking her blood, he was raping her! She fought against him with all the strength she had, but he was totally unhindered. He lowered his head and continued to suck her large wound, the blood filling his mouth with rapture better than sex. He moaned at the sensations as the thick elixir travelled down his throat and continued to warm his frozen body.

Slowly, the girl stopped fighting against him. She had lost all of her strength, and she lay helpless on the floor, feeling her very soul travel out of her body and into the boy's mouth. She was unmoving, simply staring at the wall of the bathroom. The edges where the floor met the wall had small specks of mildew, and she wondered if they ever bothered to clean down there. She stared at a single spot as her vision faded out, until that mildew stain was all she could see. She no longer felt her body draining, or the lustful boy thrusting inside her. Then her vision went totally black and she closed her eyes to die.

The boy sucked every last drop out of Joy. She was just as sweet as he had imagined her to be. Like a vintage wine. He didn't want to stop, but her body now lay dead underneath her. He thrust one final time inside her, tightening all of his muscles as he climaxed. After a moment, he relaxed onto her, letting go of her wrists. She would have looked as if she were asleep, were she not so sunken in. Her cheekbones were protruding from her face and her eyes were sunken in. The boy kissed her lightly on the cheek, smearing her own blood there.

He smiled and stood up, stretching as if he'd just woken up from a long, refreshing nap. He washed his face in the sink, mesmerized by the red water that flowed down the drain, then went back into the bedroom, where he put his shirt and coat on, placed the sunglasses on his face, smirked to himself in the mirror above the dresser across the room, and turned off all the lights. The boy left the room, closing the door behind him, and descended the stairs. He checked his watch. The whole ordeal had taken a bit more than an hour, and he praised himself for his swiftness. He returned the key card to the man behind the glass window of the front desk and walked back to the street, where he waved down a taxi.

"Where to?" the driver asked when he climbed in the back.

The boy thought for a moment as the driver stared at him in the rearview mirror. He was only a young boy, sixteen, barely seventeen, with a pair of dark glasses shielding his eyes. What was such a young boy doing out this late?

The driver gave up on waiting for him to decide and pulled back onto the fairly deserted road. "I think I'd like to go to a bar," the boy said from the backseat, but his voice was not at all what he would have expected it to be. It was far more deep than he would have imagined, sounding very mature. The driver grunted to himself. "How absurd!" he thought to himself. "This little boy wants to go to a bar!? He'd never get in. He's far too young!" The driver looked in the rearview mirror, expecting to give him a disapproving glare, and did a double-take at the sight. It was not the same little boy of just seconds earlier. He was far older, mid-twenties, at least. His face was youthful, but defined, like an adult's face. The driver shrugged to himself, quickly forgetting what he'd seen a moment earlier, playing it off as a trick of the light. "I know the perfect place, sir," he said pleasantly as he made a left turn on highway 19.