Vampire au. So warning for biting, blood sucking, slow death of the reader.

Three days ago, a man came to your small mountain village. A simple traveler is what he claimed he was. A man with no real destination in mind. Oh to live so free.

You've always been stuck in your small town. It would be nice to live how this man did... But it's not like you can. You don't have the know how, you'd probably die falling off a cliff or getting stabbed by an angry random person. Nor do you have the funds, three meals a day and a bed every day? So expensive. This dude must be loaded or something. He's quite interesting. He suddenly emerged from the woods that surrounds the town. A tall figure that looked out of place, yet one with the trees.

His long white hair was as wild and free as the branches. His clothing is simple, like that of a man unassuming and lower class. A sage green set of masculine robes with a red haori. His skin incredibly fair that it was almost sickly. It made sense as he seems to only come out at dusk and under the moonlight. His pale complexion only made his red markings down his cheeks more prominent. They drew a line all the way to his eyes, which are most intriguing. Sharp and calculating. When he smiles they don't soften into a real affection. They are a little uncanny. The night you first saw him, you swear they caught and reflected the moonlight almost like how a feline's does. It could have been a trick of the light. You were simply walking by him in the street and not looking that hard.

This man was almost other worldly. His looks are unique. How he carries himself is just so... graceful. His steps are silent and he glides across the dirt roads of your little town almost like he isn't really apart of this dimension. His poise gives him away as maybe someone older. But his age is hard to find in his features. He didn't have many age lines to his face. So... late twenties, or early thirties? But he composes himself like he's seen the world in many phases. He's just... a mystery.

The other people in your town had noticed too. Women in particular have been flocking to him. He seemed to enjoy their attention. He answered their questions with a fond smile. Yet despite having his pick of women, he made his way to you. The one woman who didn't fall for his charms instantly. Why fall for a womanizer? He's probably a shallow prick.

Then he approached you. His intense dark eyes looked you over slowly. His lips parted and he asked you your name. You were mesmerized just from that. Like a spell was suddenly cast over you. You whispered your name. He was leaned in close to you. Your eyes were fixated on his lips when he told you his name. Maybe... maybe it's not a bad idea to get to know the traveler.

"Jiraiya." He introduced simply. His voice is deep and soothing to listen to. Eternally sturdy and calm.

Your brain stalled. What is there to ask that hasn't been asked before? He's been answering they same questions all night. Where he was from? What he did for a living? Why is he here? Did he have a significant other?

"The Land of Fire. I'm a writer that travels for inspiration. I heard this place was beautiful in scenery and women. No... but you could be while I'm here." He answered them all in a light hearted way.

"Why haven't I seen you during the day?" You asked. It was just something you noticed. He's been a real night owl, only emerging once twilight had claimed the sky.

Jiraiya continues to smile and he answered your question.

"I have a skin condition. Heat and sunlight causes my skin to blister." He explained. He didn't seemed bothered to share such a personal detail. "I travel by night and been staying in my hotel during the day."

"What a strange way to live. It must be difficult to have such an allergy." You offer sympathy.

"It's not so bad. I find that the most interesting people stay out the latest."

The way he looked at you when he said that made it clear who he was talking about. It was strange. You are just so... smitten. This stranger is so charming. Smooth talking and handsome. There's an air of danger about him too. Like he's subtly hinting at a badder side of him through body language alone. Like his casual lean on the bar top counter with well placed folded arms that had his sleeves pushed up to reveal old battle scars. It has you so intrigued as to what that side is like. It's a deadly combination.

"It's dangerous for a lady to walk home by herself. How about I walk you home?" Jiraiya offered.

You barely know this man, but you want to trust him. Such an open and casual person can't be dangerous. He won't hurt you. You take his outstretched hand. Your friends and acquaintances he passed up for you are glaring at you in jealousy.

The street lights are dim. You live on the edge of town. Soon their low glow is left behind as you take him to the far edge of the little village you live in. The darkness really descends as the moon is barely a crescent. The farther you got from society to your little cottage, a sense of unease takes you. Butterflies bloom in your belly and the hair on the back of your neck raises. It's the same feeling of being stalked by a mountain lion. They watch from the bushes as they prowl. It's the only time you get anxious walking home. You've grown up in these woods after all. The prey animals only go quiet when a predator appears. The only sounds are the two sets of feet tramping the path.

You look around to see what could be making your instincts go off. Nothing stalking the trees behind you. Nothing ahead. You look up to your possible one night stand only to freeze. He's staring at you. Hungry and cold. The glow of his eyes was no trick of the light. They are taking the small bit of light the moon is providing and reflecting it for optimal night vision. It's silver and bright. It's unlike anything you've ever seen.

"Jiraiya." You utter softly. A realization had hit you like a sack of bricks being swung at your head. "You aren't a human, are you?"

The smile that was once sweet and gentle was now more of a condescending grin. As if you are both clever and foolish in his opinion. You are rooted to the spot as he faces you fully. His hand caressed your cheek. He tilts your head into it and it leaves your neck exposed.

"No. I'm not." He answered.

Jiraiya pushes your hair away from your face. It feels almost loving. It would be if this wasn't so terrifying. The relaxed way about him was now sinister. His lips part just before he gets too close for you to be blinded by the proximity. Long needle point fangs are in his mouth where his normal canines once were. He leans down. His lips graze past yours. Then continue down. His tongue laps your neck and he moans softly at your racing pulse. You inhale sharply.

Both pain and pleasure floods you. He bit you. Two sharp fangs pierced your skin and your lifeblood was being sucked out of you. The pain motivated your arms to move. You cling onto Jiraiya's clothing, holding onto his sleeves tightly as he drinks your blood. He fondled you through your clothing. His fingers rubbed you through the layers of clothing for a few seconds before breaching them to play with your intimates. His fingers push and pump inside of you with ease. You were wet the moment his lips touched your skin.

You don't know why it made you excited. Or why it felt so good. This monster must have done something to make you so aroused. He's killing you and it feels like bliss. It's like his saliva was an aphrodisiac. Or perhaps he's a creature with venom with the that arousing toxin. When it mixed with your veins it turned you on. You moan and gasp. You are twitching and rutting against his fingers. His throat is making these gulps that are audible in your ear. Something warm and wet escapes past the seal his lips created around your neck. It trails down your skin and the scent of blood is in the air.

"J-Jiraiya!" You cry out his name.

He curls his fingers in response. That's all it really took. The thrill and fear had made you too excited to hold on. Your knees grow weak as you orgasm. It was one of those great ones where your limbs are shaking and the sensation lingers for minutes. It feeds off of the pain the bite to your neck is providing. A head rush follows right after. You are lacking a lot of your blood. The flood of stimulation was too much for your weakened body. You grow limp in his arms.

Jiraiya pulled back. His teeth dislodged from your neck. He retracted his hand to wrap around your lower back instead. Which supports and cradles you in a dipped posture. Trails of your blood is running down his chin from his stained lips. He smiles at you as he licks his upper lip.

Your vision is growing dark. Surely you are dead. Finished off by a blood sucking monster that had made sure you finished before fading into oblivion. The last thing you see his perverse smile and moonlit glowing eyes.

...

..

The sound of song birds is distant in your hearing. Opening your eyes is so hard. Being stuck in the twilight of awake and sleep is hard to rise from. Usually your room is bright in the morning. The window in your room faces the sunrise. But it's rather dark when you finally open your heavy eyes.

An intense hunger hit you. Your stomach growls. It's like you are hollow on the inside. A starving type of hunger. Like you haven't eaten for days. You roll out of bed and drag yourself to the kitchen. You raid the fridge, craving one thing.

There's a steak you had gotten from your neighbour. His cow had broken a leg and was put down. He shared the butcherings with everyone and you got a prime cut. You were to impatient to sear it more than a few minutes. It was practically still raw aside from the surface. Biting into it and getting that flood of blood satiated your intense craving. It's not normally how you take your steak, but it's all you wanted. The iron taste of the animal blood was so amazing. It woke you up from your trance.

You look up from the countertop to the window. It's... not day time? It's so dark out. Did you really sleep all day? The last bit of sun is hurting your eyes. You're still tired.

God... what happened last night? All you remember is walking home with someone. You were having a good night with that stranger who was passing through. Did you bring him home? Are you so exhausted from a night of naughty fun? You remember at least cumming once. His lips by your neck. His hands all over you. Is that what happened? He must have left right after. You are home alone.

There's a sourness in your neck. You rub it, cringing from the pain. Why was it so sore? Did your lover for the night grab your neck? No... that's not quite right.

You feel around the wound. There's two puncture wounds and the outline of teeth. The punctures line up perfectly with the teeth where canines usually are. It's hard to believe you'd let someone bite you so hard.

Someone knocks on your door. It takes you out of your thoughts. You walk to the door. Who would be bugging you? You reach for the knob. A weird sensation of dread takes you. Like something terrible is on the other side of the door. But it's not like wild animals can knock on doors. There's no one dangerous in your little village. Nothing ever happens here. You shake the feeling and open the door.

"Jiraiya." You state.

The sight of him connected all the dots. He tilts his head and smiles. He's not a human. He looks like one. He acts like one. But he consumes your blood. He bit you and got you off as you grew weak in his arms.

"You were hungry!" Jiraiya jokes.

He chuckles at you as he reached out to touch. His fingers caressed your chin and his thumb rubbed your lower lip. The taste of the red meat you so savagely tore into was still on them.

"I don't blame you. I tend to over feed the first time." He casually continued the conversation when you didn't speak.

You aren't really... afraid. You know what he is. You know what he's going to do. Perhaps it's the knowledge that you can't get away. You are his prey no matter what you do. In actually, humans really aren't the top of the food chain. With creatures like this about, humans are probably close to the bottom. He's designed to hunt humans. His silent steps and charming ways are perfect to sneak upon and draw in prey. How can you fight something that is so intimidating? Honestly, anything meant to feed off of human blood must be designed to be apex predators. His strength and speed is most likely above that of a normal person. You don't even have the strength to run. You don't have the motivation to. Looking at him halts you. It's as if you're entranced.

"Why am I alive?" You ask him. It felt like you were close to death when he bit you before.

"It's easier this way." He shrugged. He raised your chin and tilted it to expose the wound he gave you the night previously. "I can get more out of you by taking only a little at a time."

You don't press any further. That made sense... sorta. Bodies replace blood so long as the wound is closed. You craved red meat, which only boosted your energy and help promote your blood count. He's essentially using you as a replenishing juice box. Soon you'll run dry, but he plans on drawing it out.

"Why me?" You can't help but wonder.

Jiraiya leaned down. This time he did kiss you. A gentle kiss that seemed out of character. Then again, the last time he leaned down to your level, he dug his teeth into your neck. He was considerate the last time you were in this position. His fingers weren't too hard or rough with you when he stroked you off. He pulled back, the kiss breaking far too soon.

"There's something about you." Jiraiya explained... but not really.

It didn't clarify much, but it was true. You intrigued him from the second he saw you.

He could talk the information out of anyone with enough time. If he was going to stay here to hunt, he'd at least do the community a favour. He finds out who causes trouble around the area. Criminals do nothing for their towns anyways. Especially the really scummy ones who got away with whatever they did. He can deal with them and move on, letting the locals wonder about the sudden deaths but not be to motivated to solve their demises. It's the perfect plan... It's the only way he can see living with morals with this diet he cannot change.

But you... you are just irresistible to him. Jiraiya just had to hunt you. He wanted you. It's not often he gains such infatuation for a human. His mouth was watering just from your scent. The taste of your blood sent him into a frenzy he hadn't felt since he first changed. It was blissful and delicious. Like fine wine and exotic food. He wanted more. He'll get more. He'll run you close to dry practically every night to satisfy his need to feed from you. There's also another need he needs to satisfy. You are too pretty and into him to not pursue.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

"Yes." You whisper.

It is probably stupid. Not probably. It is. It is stupid. This man has swooned you. He's inevitably going to kill you, but you find yourself not carrying. So be it. If this is what fate had designed for you, then let it be. At least it's better than slowly dying in this boring place doing nothing but drifting from day to day. This is the most interesting thing that's ever happened to you. With the most interesting person you've ever met. It felt so good. It's both thrilling and fun. The elements of danger only makes it so much more interesting. Maybe that's what's letting you give in. No one has made you feel so alive. Your life suddenly had a goal.

Jiraiya puts his lips back on yours. You wrap your arms around him and indulge in the feeling. He holds you against him. His hands rub your hips before moving down. He squeezes your ass before going down further to your thighs. When he pushes them, you follow and wrap your legs around his waist one at a time. He supports you with his strength with complete ease. He finally breaches the threshold into your home. He headed into your bedroom, knowing the way already. He must have dropped you off in bed last night. He's navigating the footprint like he drew it.

Your back hits the bed. The man above you stuck his tongue in your mouth. You suck on it as his hands work on your clothing. He pulls it back and bites your bottom lip before breaking the kiss. Your shirt gets taken off. Followed by your bra. Jiraiya moves down to give your boobs some attention. He plays with one in his hand while the other gets licked by his tongue. His teeth lightly graze your nipple before his tongue swirls around it. His fingers are rolling the other. It's not too hard. It feels good. Stimulating and enjoyable.

You had your head rolled back and eyes shut, focusing on how it feels. Your breathing his hard like you've just ran a marathon. Jiraiya leaves for a moment. His touch and tongue not on you for a few seconds. Looking forward you see he's undressing. His shirt comes off. His eyes meet yours when his thumbs hook around his pants. Your hands move down your body and hook around your own pants.

At the same time, you and him pull off remaining clothing. Your eyes immediately look at crotch and he looks at yours. Jiraiya is... perfectly endowed. His dick big, hard and standing at the ready. His eyes are calm. All of him is surprisingly composed for being so exposed. His lips curl into a smile after a moment. His teeth have those dangerous points again.

He crawled back over top of you. He didn't fuck you right away. His fingers got aquatinted with your pussy first. He pushed two inside of you. They thrusted and curled. They find your most sensitive spot right away and dig in. You have a death grip on his back as he fingers you. Just as you buck your hips into his thrusts, he retracts to attack your clit just as aggressively.

"Are you close?" Jiraiya asked oh so sweetly. His lips are just above yours.

"Yes!" You gasp in the word.

He switched back to finger fuck you hard. His lips suck on your neck. His body is moving in unison to your aroused writhing. The sounds you are making is so hot to listen to. You cry his name as a flood of pleasure hits you.

You whine when Jiraiya pulls his fingers away. That felt so good. He could do that to you all night. It's not all that fair to him. But he's also eating you, he can get you off a few times. He smirks at you when you look at him. He didn't move any more until you calmed down. His hands are placed on your thighs and rubbing slowly.

"You have been very cooperative." He noted.

"I'm convinced you have me under a spell, Jiraiya." You reply. You scratch his scalp and caress his face. He willingly rests his cheek into your hands as he watches you. "This is most fun I've ever had in life."

"Really? Having sex with me such a milestone event?"

Cheeky bastard. He's grinning like you just told him he's the world's most amazing lover. He kisses across your neck. Then up it to your lips.

"Why do you think this way? Is life here that boring?" Jiraiya questions.

"Yeah.. it really is." You sigh. He adjusts himself as you speak. He rises on his knees to scoot closer to you until he's kneeling in between your legs and has them straddled around his thighs. He tilts his head in question. "You are everything I want to be. Even if you are a monster. You're free to roam the world. You go and do whatever you wish."

"Do you want that? Why not just go do it?"

"Really now?" You smirk at him. "I know nothing other than this town. It's too late now anyways... You're going to feed off of me until I die, aren't you?"

"That was the plan." He sighs. He leans over you. He wraps an arm behind your back and raises you up slightly from the bed. "But now I'm not so sure."

"Oh?"

"I never hunt the prettiest women for food. It's a waste of beauty. Something about you attracts me." Jiraiya explains. "I've never felt this way over someone before." He goes quiet for a moment. He looks you over slowly. "And I don't know how I feel about it."

It's silent for a few moments. You stare at him as he stares at you. His expression is thoughtful and troubled. He hasn't made up his mind about how he feels about you. You aren't even sure what you feel for him. Do you love him or love how he lives? You hardly know this thing. Yet you only want to be closer to him.

"Then don't make up your mind." You finally say. You grip a handful of his hair. "Just fuck me."

He smiles. What better way to get to know someone than to have amazing sex with them?

"If you insist."

Jiraiya makes out with your neck again. Then your lips. He keeps them occupied as he guided his cock inside of you. Your muffled moan fills his mouth. Each inch is amazing. It stretches and fills you perfectly. He groaned once he was buried to the hilt inside of you. It's warm... it's wet. Nothing could be better.

The kiss breaks when he began to thrust. It's slow but deep. His entire length slides all the way to the head before pushing back in until his pelvis hits yours. Jiraiya moans your name by your ear. His lips peck over your jawline. You turn your head to the side, exposing your neck. Just let it happen. It felt so good last time. He didn't bite you right away. He licked over the old wound he gave you slowly. The tip of his tongue prodded at the sore punctures in your neck. Then his lips pressed against the tender area. He rolled his hips as he sucked.

It got faster. Jiraiya began to lose his composure. He moaned as he sped up. You feel too good and he wants more. Everything about you is driving him crazy. Your finger nails scraping his scalp and the yanks your fists are doing to his hair. Your heat and sweat is only making your scent stronger. Your pulse is so strong under his lips he can practically taste your blood again. Your uttering his name over and over so breathlessly as he pounds you. The wet slap of skin against skin and heavy breathing is all that's filling your ears. Your blood is pumping hard and body is going tense.

God he can't stand it! He's held back long enough! You go stiff and cry out. His teeth had buried back into your skin. His fangs sinking back into the marks they had made once before. Your blood floods his mouth. It's so damn good! Your reaction only makes him want to do it more. Your inner walls contract around his cock and a flood of wetness dribbles out of you. It runs down his balls and thighs. It smells just as sweet as the rest of you does. It compliments your blood perfectly. Like cherry wine and creamy pastries. Rich and sweet mixed together in a perfect dessert.

It feels tingly. Your body is getting so overwhelmed with so many different sensations it doesn't know what to process. The monster fucking you is doing a damn good job of it. His cock is slamming inside of you at the right pressure and pace. Finger tips are digging into your back and hip. Eventually that hand does move up to grip a fistful of hair. His breathing is hard and fast against your neck. His teeth are inside of your flesh and it feels so good! Quiet moans emanates from his throat between gulps.

Jiraiya retracts his teeth just to switch your position. You are on your elbows and knees. He stays on his knees behind you. He grabs your hips and returns to fucking you. He didn't stay up straight for long. Soon Jiraiya was back leaning over you. His chest against your shoulders. His tongue lapping over the bite mark on your neck. He lightly bites your ear.

"You! Are! Amazing" He spoke in between gasps.

"You are too!" You practically yell at him. You were too excited to control yourself.

He lapped at your bleeding neck. He licks up the beads of blood before they can fall. Then inserted his teeth back in. It forced a shudder down your spine this time. It felt so strange. The wound is reopen and there. His teeth slid back in with no resistance. There's no sucking sensation this time. Jiraiya has simply just bit you and didn't plan on releasing you. It must feel good for him too. The bit of blood that is running into his mouth is satisfying enough for now.

A head rush hits you. Another orgasm had made you shaky. Your vision blurs. You are still being pounded at a blinding pace. It still feels amazing. It's almost overwhelming. It's so good it almost hurts. Tears could prick your eyes from the frustration knowing that it has to end. Blood is seeping past the seal of Jiraiya's lips. It's running down to your boob and arm.

"Hn!" You grunt.

You sink down until you are bowing. Your forehead against the bed. Your whole body rocking with the motions of the thrusts. Your strength is leaving you. You are lost in the lust and weak from this. The mix of the sex and lose of blood is beginning to take its toll. Jiraiya fought to stay attached to your neck. The new angle is hard to stay latched. He didn't want to stop. Your blood... so tasty.

Two hands grab your breasts. Jiraiya lifted you back up. He forced you up into a sitting position. He guided the pace by playing with your chest. He pulls on them up and down to force you to follow. With your shaky legs, you can only follow at a lack lustre imitation.

Finally, those fangs detach from your neck. Jiraiya raises his hand to caress your cheek. He's bucking his hips wildly to keep up the tempo. Your ass is smacking hard against his thighs as he takes you on a ride. He's panting but it's hard to keep breathing. He turns your head to the side. Exposing the opposite side of the bite mark to plain unmarked skin. He puts sloppy kiss on your neck in between heavy breathing.

"Ah!" You wail when he bites your neck again.

Jiraiya halts his thrusts. You are raised on your knees as he's raised as well. He stays completely inside of you. His hips roll instead. You grip his arms as he stalls. You are teetering on the edge. Your mouth hanging open. Stomach muscles tight. Legs tense. All of you is clenched as your body expects to be pushed over the edge.

He bites you again. His mouth moved down to your shoulder. He bites down your arm to your bicep. Blood trails down from the small wounds. Each one sent waves of pleasure through you. The pain sparks something inside of you. You just want more. It gives your body something else to focus on for a moment before the pleasure returns tenfold. He does the same bite pattern down your other arm. His other hand released your tit to play with your clit instead. On the last bite to your arm, he really digs in while bucking his hips in a shallow quick beat. He's grinding his teeth as he does so, as if you are a bit of chewy meat.

"Jiraiya..." You moan quietly.

Your head lulls back to rest on his shoulder. Jiraiya makes a muffled noise in response. It could be your name on his occupied lips but it's hard to say. His hips push in one last time. He bit down as hard as he could. The rush of pain was enough. You finish for a final time. A flood of something fills you a moment later. Jiraiya had finished as well.

For a while neither you or him move. As if the movement will kill the climax. Your sex is throbbing from the beating it took. It's hot and sweaty. Blood is running down your chest and arms. You had your breath held. Your lover is just as tense as you are. His body rigid. His jaw locked with his teeth still biting you. His hips pushed forward to the point of strained shaking. A mix of yours and his fluids are trailing down onto his thighs.

Slowly, exhales of relaxation and relief finally sound in the room. Jiraiya sinks down to sitting. You relax with him. As soon as you do, you feel like jello. You slump against him. Your body is quivering.

Knowing you are too weak, Jiraiya sets you down onto your side. The covers are laid over top of you. He lays down beside you. He watches you. You look exhausted. Panting heavily and limp like you have been running for days. Your wounds aren't bleeding too badly. Just small trails decorating your skin along with the pattern of his teeth. His fangs are the deepest points. You look good with his bites on your skin. All down your arms to your elbows. Your shoulders and neck red and imprinted like a morbid piece of art. You look at him with tired eyes.

"Will you stay?" You ask.

"Yeah... I'll stay."

You smile. He returns it. Although, his is a little grim with your blood all over his lips. You don't know why you like Jiraiya so much. In the short time you've known him, he's been nothing but kind... sorta. He is killing you slowly after all. He's not exactly a human. But his demeanour is so friendly. He has this strange way about him like he understands everything in the world.

"What are you?" You can't help but ask.

"I thought it was pretty obvious." Jiraiya spoke and looked at you with a frown. "Tenma. Kyūketsuki. Shiki. Take your pick on the title."

A devil. A demon. A bloodsucker. Undead monster. They all fit. But he doesn't radiate evil or anything. He looks more like he's simply dealing with the fact that he lives this life.

"Were you a human once?"

He nods. He looks down to the sheets as he recalls that time. When his body aged and his friends lived. When the sun didn't burn like the fires of hell and he could bask in its warmth. When things were normal...

You watch his face. His expression had fallen. Jiraiya stares sadly at his hand as he mentally recalls his past. He didn't say a word about it. Despite how heavy your arms feel and how they pulse in pain, you reach out. You rest your hand over his. A small faint smile did twitch at the corner of his lips when you did that. He holds your hand.

"How long have you been like this?" You ask something different instead.

"Close to a hundred years."

You pause and look him over. His face, which was still hard to put a definitive age on. His body, which is just beautiful. He's got the physique of a god. With old battle wounds that tell stories of hardships and trials. He's got a few bite marks of his own. On his forearms and calves it looks like he's had a few sharped toothed kin take a chunk out of him. He just didn't look like he's endured so much.

"How old were you?"

"Twenty seven." He smirks and pushes his bangs away from his face. "The only good thing about being a monster is having the advantage of never aging. I haven't changed since I was bitten."

He crawled towards you until he was on top. He nuzzled his face against your neck. The scent of your blood is still driving him crazy. He holds your face and licks some of the little trails of blood. He kisses the tender spots. You sigh. The attention is nice. Gentle and loving after what he did to you. You put your arms around him. This is pleasant. This you could do for a long time. No man before him has ever made you feel so valued.

"I'm tired." You sigh.

"Then sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

You shut your eyes. Jiraiya put his arms under your back. Your body is cool now. It already lacks the warmth of life. Not that he minds that much. He's the one that's turning you cold. You are asleep in seconds. He settled down as well. For the sun is beginning to rise...

Next you wake it's dusk again. There's still a man holding you. That intense hunger hit again. Jiraiya was nice enough to grab you something. You look terrible. Sickly and emaciated from blood loss. He's stolen a lot of your nutrients. You can't even stand. At this point it's just cruel. He's prolonging your suffering. But he still went out and bought you food and drinks to help replenish some of your blood loss. He didn't want you to die just yet.

"Did you want me to get you someone?" He asked. "A doctor?"

"No. It's fine. What can they do?" You say with a shake of your head. "You'll only come back right? I'm fine with this."

You don't want anyone to see you like this. It's best to just sap every bit of enjoyment out of this before it kills you. After eating more rare meats, you reach towards him and smile. You feel stronger. Strong enough for this.

Jiraiya hesitates for a moment. He hates that he's doing this, but it's too good to stop. You are like a drug he just can't quit. He gave in and his lips collided with yours. He did his best to try and make you feel amazing. His teeth had marked your body all over the place. Breasts. Wrists. Thighs. His teeth marks are everywhere. You were fully indulging in him. He fucked you hard every night. It's the greatest feeling in the world.

You held on for as long as possible. For him or for you, you aren't sure. But spending time with him made you happy. You lasted three more days. On the dusk of the third day, you can see how remorseful Jiraiya is. He's quiet and apologetic. The last few times he's bit you, he's apologized before going in to drink. He hadn't bit you yet. He's laying beside you staring at you. He plays with your brittle hair and strokes your cold body.

"It's alright. We both know how this would end." You offer him some comfort.

"It's never ended like this. Not for me." Jiraiya sighs. He pulls you against him, he does so carefully. The wrong tug could break your fragile bones. "I... don't... I don't like that I feel something for you. I've never felt something for a person I feed from. But you I just want forever."

"Can't you change me? Or is that just a myth?"

"It's not by choice." He explained. His fingers stroke up your spine. "Either you change or not after death. I don't know what triggers it."

His face pressed against your neck. It's covered in bruises and bite marks. They don't heal. Your body doesn't have the power to anymore.

It's weirdly cruel. To develop a fascination and love for a human. He's basically fallen for his food. It's like a snake who has forged a friendship with a mouse. What's the point if the snake gets hungry enough? It all ends in tragedy. There's no guarantee you'll change. None of his victims ever have. He's tried with several people he's loved. He was changed after being bitten only once. He tried biting his friends and loved ones several times before the brink of death. He wanted them to live with him forever. But death claimed them no matter how he tried to stop it. His selfishness leaving them to suffer a little bit longer than what was necessary. Here he is doing it again.

"Then just end it. Why prolong the inevitable?" You whisper. You can use your weak bony fingers to push his head closer. His lips press against your skin. "It's easier to let go when it's done quickly."

You've accepted this fate the moment he bit you the first time. It's not so bad, is it? At least you had fun. Lots of fun. You learned a lot about this creature. This man is sweet and kind despite his nature to kill. Even if you have developed certain feels for him, it seems it shall end in tragedy. Your lover sighs. He places gentle kisses on the wounds he caused.

"Ah..." You can't help but call out.

That sharp pleasurable pain takes you again. Jiraiya has sunk his teeth back inside of you. He reopened the oldest wound on your body. The first bite he ever gave you was going to be his last. His body rolls with pleasure. Usually he's inside of you when he does this. He associates it with an intense pleasure that he knows he won't be able to find again. His hips swivel ever so slightly with the memory of what it was like. He didn't want to do that to you while you were so weak. He'd for sure break you.

You shut your eyes. You can no longer hold them open. Even now it's blissful. It fills your brain with sparks of joy. It never felt so good to die young. You utter his name one last time. Then your heart gives out. It stops beating and you perish.

You perish content. It may not have been an exceptionally long or fun life, but the last week of it was worth all the dragging days you lived through. The monster who claimed it kisses you one last time before you officially fall into oblivion.

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... It's cold.

It's dark...

You open your eyes. You are staring at your ceiling. It's the dead of night. It must be. It's not as dark as you remember night being. It's almost as bright as day. Like a day with heavy overcast rather than complete stumble in the black darkness. Everything has a sublime crisp detail to it. You can see the small impressions of fingerprints on your ceiling from when it was painted, a detail you never noticed before.

Your throat is dry. It's like you've been eating sand. That craving for blood is still there. Like when all you wanted was red meat for the last few days. It's similar but more intense. Like you could suck dry a whole cow. Or maybe something else more... biped.

"You're awake."

You look to the side to see a shape in the darkness. His voice familiar and welcoming. His eyes ever so ominous and glinting in the shadows of the night. His hand emerges as he outstretched it. The moonlight peaking through the curtain frames his fingers.

Just in case. On the slim chance Jiraiya did make you a newborn, he didn't want to leave. It would have condemned your village to a bloody end. The thirst is very intense the first month. Your body is still recovering from when he fed from it. At least his hunch was right. He finally made one. What finally made it happen will always be a mystery. Was it the multiple bites?

Whatever caused it he didn't really care. It brought him you. You came back to life. An undead as he is. That attraction and need to be near you wasn't just for nothing. That weird attachment led to this. Excitement fills the older man as he's finally got someone to be with. This life won't be so lonely with a pretty girl around. One who he can pass and share his knowledge of how to thrive as a creature of the night. There's things you haven't seen yet. Your body is now capable of so many incredible physical feats. Soon you'll be clearing fields in single bounds and diving into waters without a need for air. You'll be strong enough for full nights of rough rambunctious sex. Where you can bite him and top him. Or try to. He likes being dominant.

The way you're looking at him is a sorta puppy dog like. Your expression surprised but gleeful. Eyes wide and curious. You stand, but fall back to your butt on the mattress. You are still a little light headed. Your body isn't sure how to function at the moment. It's as if your brain is rewiring and remembering how limbs work.

"You'll feel like that for a while." Jiraiya offered a bit of comfort. He didn't feel right until his third person. It was then he learned the trick to let his food recuperate for a day before returning. He could get so much more from this method and take less lives in the process. You won't have this restraint for a while. He'll teach you it.

You tried again. You stumble to him and grab his hand. He pulled you close. You look brilliant as one of his kind now. As elegant and pure as the moon. Your best features shining through and complimenting your moon glinted eyes. They catch and refract the light as his do.

"You must be hungry." He spoke again.

You nod. He runs his hand over your cheek. You lean into it happily. There's much to learn, isn't there? Now you can explore the world. There's not time limit or simple fears to hold you back. There's also the rules and ways of being a creature like this. At least you have a good teacher. Jiraiya looks ready and excited to share his secrets with you. It'll be interesting to live this life with him. Eternal and nocturnal. You can keep up with him, can't you?

You will. All you need is his guidance.

"What do we do first?" You ask.

A sharped tooth grin grows on Jiraiya's face.

"We feed."