I haven't watched Love, Death & Robots, but I thought the title would be nice.

The first 3 shots are taken from my other collection & the newest ones start at Ch 4. I had plenty of Samcedes ideas so I gave it a collection of its own. This is just a little note, so please continue.

Vampire, Sam Evans, bit off more than he can chew after bringing home his next victim.

We hadn't been able to keep our lips off of each other since we left the party. We hungrily kissed and wildly tug on the other's clothes.

The girl pulled away from me. "What's your name again?" she asked between puffs of air.

I pull her closer and squeeze her firm butt. "Sam."

She nodded. "Mercedes," she reintroduced. Mercedes stumbled as I dragged her towards the couch. We continued to kiss, but she didn't flinched when I bit on her lip, causing it to leak little drops of blood.

She was so beautiful. It was a shame that I had to do what I did. One of us needed to live.

I bit and sucked at the vain between her shoulder and collarbone. I continued to drink as she began to squirm under me. I place a hand over her mouth, covering her screams as I demanded more.

There was something special about her; it was in her blood. It was rich. It seemed endless. I couldn't get enough. It filled me with euphoria.

I heard someone clear their throat. I hesitated to stop before looking up to see Artie watching me.

He shook his head. "Thanks for dinner," Artie sarcastically said, leaning against the arm of his wheelchair.

I looked down at the motionless body and back. "I really meant to share," I promised. "I'll go back out and-"

Kurt gasped, catching sight of the screen. "Sam, that's a new couch!" Kurt quickly waved off my apology.

"I got-"

"You got carried away," Kurt completed as he strutted toward me. He brushed Mercedes' hair out of her face to discover that she was dead and drained dry. "You always do this. There's more people in this house than just you. We all have our roles, and your not fulfilling yours," he scolded. He took a deep breath. "I'm going to find a way to feed everyone, and you're going to clean the couch."

"Okay," I mumbled.

"Sam," he warned, snatching his jacket off the rack. "Clean it."

"I will," I loudly argued over my shoulder. With Kurt gone, I turn back to Artie, who had perfected Kurt's judgmental stair. "I'LL DO IT!" I yelled louder than I expected.

There were five others living in the house. I was not the only screw up. I wasn't even the biggest.

Artie wheeled himself away without saying a word to me.

I was magically calmed when I licked my lips, tasting Mercedes' dried blood. I promised that I'd clean later. I was filled to the brim, but dragged myself to my room. I froze in my doorway.

"Your bedroom is supposed to reflect your personality, but this is sad." Mercedes ran her hand over my peeling wallpaper. She turned and appeared as if everything that happened minutes before didn't.

I watched her in shock. "You're supposed to be dead...What are you?"

No human could survive a draining. She had to be a creature.

She strolled toward me with a smile on her face. "That's a good question. Maybe you should have asked that before taking a bite. I'm a witch."

My mind filled with all the things Mercedes could do to me for revenge.

"I can't hurt you with my powers," she admitted, laying my fears to rest. She reached up and brushed a strand of my dark blond hair back. "I know I'll see you again."

"Why?"

"You're thirst will grow stronger everyday until I let you feed again."

I tried to hide my panic. I grabbed her hand as she tried to pass me. "Well, how do I find you?"

"You seem like a smart boy. You'll figure it out," Mercedes answered before leaving me.

I was eventually able to brush off most of Mercedes' comments. I didn't think of them, until it was time to feed again. No human compared to Mercedes; some even made me sick. I knew that I had to find her.

I drove around town with my mind focused on her. I didn't know where I was going, and everything outside of the car looked like a blur. Everything cleared when I stopped in front of a large white house. I was lead towards the door by an invisible force.

A blonde opened the door. She snuggled her cat closer as she greeted me.

"Um, does Mercedes live here?"

She shifted her attention to the cat. "Lord Tubbington, you're not supposed to lie," she whispered.

I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Great. I knocked on the door of a crazy person," I thought in my head.

The blonde quickly looked up at me. "That's not nice."

Before either of us could say anything else, Mercedes step out of the shadows. "He's here for me, Brittany. You can go."

Brittany nodded. "No, you can't have a cigarette. You quit smoking weeks ago," she said, turning the corner.

"You took longer than I expected." Mercedes' red painted lips curled. "Upstairs." She closed the door and led me away. She stopped me outside a door. "I know that you want to drink, but I have a price."

I agreed to do whatever she wanted to get what I needed. My hunger was too strong.

As soon as we enter a room, she ordered me to take off my clothes. When I was done to my underwear, she buckled a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists. She was short, so she stretched to attach the cliff to the suspended bar above me. With one of my hands up, she relaxed.

I hooked my free arm around Mercedes' curvy body and pulled her close. I buried my face into her neck, fantasizing about her taste.

She untangled my arm from her, and slowly pushed me back. "I get what I want first." She fastened my other arm quicker than the first. Her heels clicked against the wood floor as she walks behind me.

I finally noticed the strange decorations of the deep red painted room. "What did I get myself into?" I questioned, studying the blindfolds, chains, and paddles.

Mercedes wasn't as innocent as I thought. She seemed like lollipops and rainbows, but behind closed doors, she's latex and whips.

"So, you like hurting people?" I asked when she was back in front of me.

She rested the narrow end of her crop in the palm of her hand. "I dominate anyone willing to submit. They had a choice. You have a choice. If you submit, you can have your reward. If you don't want to, I'll make sure you get out of here safely." She stood and waited for an answer, knowing I was too desperate to deny. "It's funny that you asked me about hurting people." She ran the end of the riding crop over my bare chest then giving it a little pat. She dragged the leather end against me as she traveled around. "Do you know how it feels to be bitten and drained."

A heavy swat on my butt caused me to lunge forward in pain.

"That doesn't even half compare," she claimed. "Say mercy, and I'll let you go."

I was full of pride and hunger. "Nuh-uh," I declined, fighting the pain.

I couldn't keep count of all the spanks she gave me while making her way around. Some hits were harder than others. I was a wheel of emotions. I felt a stinging pain then weird pleasure and back.

Mercedes stopped in front of me. She placed her hand on my red chest then joked, "I'd rather see you red than sparkling." She looked down and chuckled. She playfully tapped the crop against the lump that my briefs couldn't hide. "I'm not the only one that's excited, huh?"

I stared down at the girl, braced for another hit.

She reached above and unhooked my hands from the hoist. Mercedes left me to remove the cuffs myself. She removed her black blazer jacket and placed it to the side with her riding crop. "I always hold up my end," she promised, sliding onto the bed. She moved her long hair to one side and lied back.

I wanted her, period. I climbed over her and heatedly crashed our lips together. I could have set a record with how fast I stripped the rest of our clothes off. With one thrust, I was inside of her. I pinned her arms above her head as I thrust again and again. I began to tease her. I eased into and out of her painfully slow.

She squeezed my hand tighter. When I forcefully lunged back into her, she gasped and arched her body against mine. Mercedes moaned into my ear as I returned to my slow pace. She threw her head back, begging for the torture to end. She ground her hips down, trying to take more of my dick into her.

I pulled away to ensure that that would not happen. "Stop that," I ordered in a huff. I kissed down her neck and stopped at the same spot that I had bitten her weeks before. The joy I felt biting into her was indescribable. I released her hands to position her to make it easier for me to drink from her vein. I filled Mercedes at a steady speed to distract her from the ache.

She clawed at my back, pulled my hair, and whined in pleasure and pain.

I sunk my fangs in deeper, as I came. I felt like I had left my own body.

We rested in silence for minutes before putting our clothes back on.

I was only half dressed when I noticed Mercedes. Even with her back towards me, I could hear her mumbling random gibberish. I cautiously moved in front of her to find her brown eyes glazed over by a white fog. I rushed to get my shirt.

Before I could hurry out of the room, Mercedes turned to me. "Ready to go?" She lead me to the front door. Leaned against the open door, she admitted, "I've released you."

"What does that mean?" I ask.

She was silent for a moment. "It means you'll be just fine. Get home safely." She sent me off with a wave.

Everything did go back to normal. I was no longer getting sick by the humans that I fed on. The craving for Mercedes' blood faded, but not the memory of her. I never saw Mercedes or the house again.

Thanks LadyBeth22 and mzdoodlesauntie26 for their prompts. I combined their suggestions to make this one shot.

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