I remember it vividly. He laughed as I walked through my usual shortcut, through a used car lot near my apartment. I looked around, immediately wary. I had lived in New Jersey long enough to know that I was no match for an average Jersey criminal.

He glided into the outermost ring of light from the lamp I stood near. Even from there, I saw he was smiling. For a brief moment, I wondered if he was a salesman who had stayed late.

"Gerard. . ." He said my name like he was tasting it, savoring the syllables. I swallowed dryly and stepped back a little.

"Who are you?"

His smile became wicked. I heard him almost purr in the dim light. "Your every dream."

With that he slid into the light, and I saw how pale he was, saw the red beneath his eyes, which were crimson themselves. I turned to run, but felt his arms slide around my waist. He turned my body towards him, running his hands up and down my back. My body was forced to collapse onto him; I was helpless. A cold fear settled in my stomach, and I realized that I was about to die.

"Come now, Gerard," he whispered in my ear. "I thought you wanted a man that could support you."

I shivered, remembering the words I'd shouted at my (now ex) boyfriend just an hour before. I tried feebly to pull out of his arms, gasped as his icy hand slipped up under my shirt.

"Calm down. This won't. . . well, actually, I'll be honest. This is going to hurt a lot." he laughed, and I remember that it was a clear, sweet noise, a noise that clashed horribly with the creature it emanated from.

He pulled me into the darkness. I heard glass break, and I was laid down across the back seat of a car. I found myself unable to speak, or really make any sound at all.

He kneeled over me, still smiling. He pulled my shirt over my head, and I realized the situation I was in. I immediately tried to push him off of me again, tried to turn away, to pull away, anything to escape the horror of what was about to happen to me AGAIN—

He took my arms and pressed them above my head. His smile had morphed into a smirk. He knew that I knew, and I've no doubt my fear smelled delicious.

He secured my hands with a seat belt, then proceeded to rid me of my pants and boxers, my jacket having been discarded in the lot. He let his eyes wander down my quaking form, his smile returning in full force. I watched in terror as he began to slowly undo the buttons down his chest. He dropped the shirt off of his shoulders like a robe, and began toying with the button on his pants. I closed my eyes and resorted to praying, although I knew it wouldn't do any good.

He gently levered my legs apart, leaning forward to press a freezing kiss on the tip of my length. I began to harden, to my disgust. He ran his tongue up my underside. I shook, and tilted my hips before remembering where I was. He looked up for a moment, flicked his tongue across my tip, before bobbing his head down on my now hard shaft. I moaned, and he nipped gently as he pulled away.

A sudden movement, and he pushed into me sharply. I arched my back and screamed. I heard him chuckle.

"Don't be sad, pretty Gerard. It'll all be over soon."

I writhed miserably, feeling his icy length still inside me. He moaned as I moved, and pulled out, only to thrust in again more violently. I screamed again, and tears began to run down my cheeks—tears I hadn't noticed arrive.

After that he began a steady rhythm, pushing in and giggling as I whimpered. The pain lessened as time wore on, and I smelled sex and blood in the air. He seemed to get more and more riled, and eventually began to up the speed again, until he was rocking my body with the force of his thrusts.

Suddenly he did the worst thing he could have done under the circumstances: he hit my prostate. My back arched again, and I gasped. My cheeks flushed; I was embarrassed that he'd gotten such a reaction. I tried to steel myself, but too late. He'd noticed my favorable reaction, and was endeavoring to get another. He changed his angle, forcing himself deeper with every push. He hit again—and again—and again—and each time, I couldn't help but cry out in pain and pleasure, arching my back or tilting my hips to allow him in further.

Suddenly, he cried out and jammed into me, making me scream again. He filled me, and grinned wickedly. The tears came back again, unbidden.

He leaned forward, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, but his lips found my throat—just before his teeth did. I screamed all over again. He rocked his hips back and forth, moving inside me, forcing his hands under my back, pulling my body closer as he drained it. His tongue ran over the wound his teeth inhabited, and he took another long drought from my throat.

His fingers toyed with my nipples and length, gripped my hips, pulling me up and down on his sex. The pain mixed with the unbelievable pleasure I garnered from the touches. I mewled softly, losing the strength to do anymore than that. My hands flexed in the knot above my head. He touched my stomach, running his fingers up to my breast.

He abandoned my throat and I heard fabric tear as he pulled one of my hands down, resting his lips against my wrist. I shivered as he pulled out of me for the last time. His teeth pierced the thin skin on my inner wrist, and I realized he was trying to finish me off. He didn't want me to come looking for him someday.

Suddenly I lost all strength, couldn't even think clearly. I felt him let go of my wrist, run his fingers along my length, press a kiss to my lips. The world went black.

Ugh. These chapters are gonna be hella short, I'm already warning you.

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