As I combined some of the previous chapters to give you guys more to read, this has become the final part. Thank you to everyone who reviewed/followed, it has greatly encouraged me and you made me very happy :)

Delicious, thought Dracula, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of fresh, warm, human blood.

Oh, I have missed this.

The boy was squirming in his grasp, but every move made the bite more painful for him as his neck was destroyed further and further.

I have to make it last.

He swallowed once more before stopping. A wave of magic, and the wound on Jonathan's neck was healed. He rose, leaving the human on the floor, and walked away.

–***–

The pain had stopped.

Jonathan could hardly believe it. Trembling, he sat up gradually, holding his neck, trying to figure out how much blood he had lost. He felt dizzy and tired, but at least he could stand. Dracula was a few meters away, watching him intently.

Johnny was incapable of figuring out if he had the predator or the Hotel manager in front of him.

"D-Dracula?" he called out weakly.

But he was gone. Abruptly, there was a hand around his throat and he felt himself being lifted in the air. Struggling to breathe, he stared into red eyes that held no remorse but absolute hunger.

"Hello, Johnny boy", the Count whispered, his voice deep. "You and I are going to play a game! The rules are very simple: you are going to run while I count five minutes. Past that time, I will come after you and try to catch you! What do you think? Sounds fun, right?"

I am in such deep shit.

The Count released him and grinned.

"Run!"

–***–

And run he did. A shadow of a plan started to form in his mind. If only he could reach his bedroom on time, maybe he had a chance to survive this, he thought, frantic. Very quickly, however, the physical effects of the attack combined with the injury he had suffered were making themselves known. His breath was short, his legs felt heavy and his heartbeat was going twice as fast as normal, but he willed himself to keep going.

–***–

Time was up.

Due to his acute hearing, Dracula knew exactly where Jonathan had decided to flee. A minute later, he was in front of the boy's bedroom door. It was unlocked, so he walked right in. The human was nowhere in sight.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are…" the Count murmured.

He heard a cry behind him and quickly turned around, catching the human's hand with one of his own.

"Nice try."

But the boy was carrying a knife in his other hand, and rapidly plunged it in the Count's stomach, who grunted in pain. The small weapon was burning him, and he quickly deduced that it was made of silver. It was a smart, if a bit pitiful, attempt at defending himself on the human's part. The infamous Count Dracula was going to need so much more than that to be stopped. He scratched Jonathan's hand, making him yelp. The young man let go of the knife, and Dracula promptly yanked the tool out. The wound was hissing, but started to heal almost instantly.

Helpless, Jonathan could only watch as his last chance to survive the night was thrown away.

Seizing him by the collar, the vampire sent him flying across the room. His head hit the wall, hard, and he saw stars. Before he even had a chance to recover, clawed hands grabbed him and he found himself being pinned against the wall. Dracula was so close that it was physically impossible to struggle, their bodies literally glued together. He was having trouble breathing. Jonathan could feel the Count pulling at his shirt to expose his neck, and didn't even realize he was crying until he tried to speak.

"…ac, please s-s-stop," he sobbed. "P-please, it's me, J-Jonathan- Ma-…"

He choked as he felt the teeth enter his neck again.

Sweet blood flowed into his mouth, staining the human's shirt.

Even better than last time.

Dracula let out a low growl of pure, unadulterated bliss. He sucked harder, clawing at the human's clothes without even realizing it, leaving gashes everywhere in his wake. The human's efforts to push him away were becoming weaker and weaker every second.

He had to stop. Let the game last a little longer.

He tore himself away from the human's neck, breathing heavily. Thrills of pleasure were running through him. He felt like he was being resuscitated, living again after years of being numb, and it was perfect.

He healed the wound and looked at the human crawling on the floor.

"Run."

–***–

His strength was leaving him. Leaning against the wall, he had managed to stand up, little by little. His head was spinning, his throat was on fire, and his eyes were dry from all the crying. He was sweating and panting, felt weak, exhausted.

But he kept going, driven solely by survival instincts that were telling him to get as far away from him as possible. He knew he was slow, way too slow, and expected to be attacked again any minute. Yet nothing came.

He found himself in front of the ballroom's entrance without recalling how he got here. It didn't matter. He walked into the room, barely noticing the horrified stares he received from the frozen monsters who could see him. His mind was focused on one thing only, which was giving him the energy to keep moving even though he felt like fainting with each step.

Mavis.

He had to see Mavis. Then everything would be okay, just like they promised.

He finally found her, in the exact same position as when he had left, and knelt in front of the young woman.

He forced himself to focus on her face. Her perfect pale skin. Her freckles. Her black lips. Her gorgeous blue eyes, which were now filled with pain and horror. A single tear ran down her cheek. Leaning, Jonathan kissed her, trying to convey all the love and regret he felt in that one gesture.

"I love you, Mavis," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

There was nothing more he could say.

Lying down on the floor next to her, he took her hand in his, and waited. When he saw a pair of black shoes next to his head, he didn't even try to flee.

"The game is over. But I suppose you had figured that out already."

Jonathan stayed silent, staring at the vampire who had calmly been stealing his life away.

He only let out a small whimper when he felt the now terribly familiar teeth bite into his neck again.

–*–

He drank.

He drank until he felt the human stop struggling.

He drank until he felt the last breath leave the body, drank until he heard the last beating of the heart.

He drank it all, until the last drop of blood, until the body in his arms went limp and cold.

Then he laid the body down on the floor, turned into a bat and flew.

He flew and flew, reached the roof of the hotel, and turned back into a man.

Waving his hand, he freed all the paralyzed monsters.

––

The piercing cry of his daughter could have been heard by God himself.

–***–

That's it!

I really intended this to be just a one-shot, constructed around the "Drac loses his self-control entirely because blood" idea. I wrote this literally as stress-relief. I may write a sequel though.

But I have had another idea for a HT story that has literally been making a damn ruckus in my mind for the past two weeks. I am super excited about it, and can't wait to share it with you. I still need to figure out stuff, and write it down, but do keep an eye out for that !

Sorry for those who thought Johnny was going to get out of this alive. I love his character, but he was doomed since the beginning in this fic. Eh.

If you loved the story, let me know in the reviews! Thank you to those who read, and see you soon!