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For the past one week, you’ve been going home to your apartment with the sensation of being watched. At night when you’re sitting on your couch or laying on your bed, you get the feeling that you’re not truly alone.

Someone is watching you. Always watching you.

You’re not sure when this started happening. Perhaps it was after a drunken night out with friends at a famous club in town and you were walking home alone at 2 am. Girls shouldn’t be out this late at night alone, but the last train was long gone and you had no one to escort you home. Perhaps that’s when you caught his eye.

Your heart palpitates, your breaths turn heavy. Everytime you see that same dark shadow flickering under streetlights or outside your window, you’re almost anticipating the inevitable encounter with this relentless stranger. From the outlines of the silhouette, you could tell your stalker was a tall, well-built man. However, something in your soul tells you that he was no ordinary human.

He only appears at night. When daytime submits to nightfall, that’s when you begin to anticipate his lurking presence. 

You’ve caught a glimpse of his features before — one night while you were pretending to be asleep. He had so effortlessly opened your secured window that you questioned if you had truly locked it, and entered your bedroom as silent as a phantom.

This was the first giveaway that told you he wasn’t possibly human. You live on the 20th floor of a high-rise apartment. How could someone possibly climb all the way up and unlock the windows to your unit like he did?

Even with your eyes closed, you could feel his presence stalking around your room and approaching your bed where you lay. You dared yourself to peer your eyelids open by just the slightest centimeter, and finally got a visual of the uninvited stranger.

What you weren’t expecting though, was for him to look so strikingly handsome that you had to control yourself from blowing your eyes wide open. Even in the dark, you could tell he was attractive. His disheveled hair was the color of ashen nightshade flowers. Twilight blue and celestial pink eyes glowed dangerously in the dark, a contrast to his deathly pale skin. He’s wearing a full-black outfit, some sort of black skin-tight clothing with a robe.

The second giveaway that made you doubt his humanity? The sharp fangs that protruded from his teeth.

You felt fear, anxiety, and a disconcerting tinge of excitement. You didn’t know why you felt this way, and you think that something must be wrong with you. Perhaps this was a misattribution of arousal – a psychological phenomenon where people mistakenly attribute their arousal or fear to the wrong stimulus, leading to irrational feelings of attraction. 

Was it attraction, though? 

You weren’t sure if you'd be more scared of an actual human man entering your apartment, or a supernatural entity. At least supernatural beings like ghosts can’t actually physically hurt you, right?

Watching you sleep from a distance was the extent of what he did for a few days, until one night he became bolder and walked right next to you. You were pretending to sleep again, steadying your breath and staying as frozen still as possible. This time, he decided to hover directly above you. When you feel his face shifting close to your neck, you don’t feel any breath or body heat. In fact, a chill was what crawled across your neck, causing the hairs on your body to stand straight up. You pray he doesn’t notice. 

What he does next nearly jolts you awake, because he brushes his cold lips on the crook of your neck and lazily drags it all the way down to your collarbone.

You think it’s over for you. This being was going to either possess or kill you. However, the attack never came and once again, he was gone in the blink of an eye.

You wonder why he does this; going into your room every night only to watch you sleep or toy with you. You surmise that he was in a state of resistance earlier, but why?

You decide to start praying every night before falling asleep.

When he comes again the next few days, he does the same thing; approaching your sleeping form to either watch you silently or press his lips against your neck. Sometimes, you feel his cold fingers brushing a strand of your hair. You found his extremely soft hands surprising, like feather brushing against your face.

You never dared to open your eyes while he did this, afraid of what would happen to you. If you opened your eyes, he would either run away or stay, and if he did the latter, you’re terrified of the fate that awaited you.

One evening, you were getting ready for a night out with a few friends at a famous nightclub in the city – the same one you went to a week ago.

Your best friend said she knows a cute guy who wants to get to know you, so you decided to go. Tonight, perhaps you’re going to have to ask that guy to escort you home.

You put on a form-fitting bodycon dress in the color of midnight black, with a tasteful v-neck lined with sultry lace. You pull up the spaghetti straps of the dress and observe how your push-up bra is doing wonders for your chest. The dress was just a few inches below your ass, and you can only hope that you don’t accidentally flash someone tonight. After spraying on your favorite perfume, Nectarine Blossom & Honey by Jo Malone, and slipping into a pair of elegant heels, you’ve completed your look. 

You threw on a jacket and walked out of your door, feeling rather giddy to meet your friends and this mystery cute guy. You’ve been out of the dating scene for a few years as your messy breakup with your ex left you feeling empty and uninterested in anything remotely romantic.

Though you missed having a sex partner and having someone to get intimate with, you were adamant on being boy-free until a good amount of time had passed. Tonight, however, you’re feeling bold and promiscuous. Enough waiting. Two years of no sex really got your frustrations pent up, and you’re determined to charm whoever that boy is.

When you enter the nightclub with your friends, the familiar fusion of R&B and EDM greets you, setting the lively tone for tonight. Suddenly, your friend Tara comes into view with a tall man by her side. Your eyes widened. 

He is cute.

The man looks young, perhaps in his mid-twenties. His white hair, like freshly fallen snow, frames a sweet-looking face. It’s his ice blue eyes that catches your attention next, and he somewhat reminds you of a confused-looking puppy.

“This is Xavier!” Tara grins. “Xavier, meet my best friend. As promised, I’ve brought you to her.”

“Promised? I didn’t say–” Xavier starts, only to get hushed by Tara.

“You can thank me later!” Tara beams, turning her attention to you. “Like I mentioned, Xavier is my friend from college, and I think you’d get along well with him.”

“Nice to meet you, Xavier,” you shook his hand, taking note of how calloused his palms are, unlike the stranger’s feather-soft ones. Wait, why are you thinking of him now?

“Nice to meet you too,” Xavier smiles gently. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Yes, please,” you smiled charmingly.

You sit at the bar counter with Xavier while drinking negronis, taking the time to chat and get to know each other. Sweet, innocent boys like him weren’t exactly your type, but Xavier is just so charming and cute that you can’t help but get reeled in anyway. 

“So how long have you known Tara?” you asked.

“About five years now. We took a Finance module in uni together and became friends because she was my group member,” Xavier answered while taking a sip.

“I find it quite interesting how you’re both friends. Your personalities are quite.. jarring,” you teased. Tara’s a social butterfly who runs her mouth non-stop while Xavier’s the quiet kid in the class who keeps to himself.

“I myself am bewildered,” he shrugs. “I think it’s because Tara realized I was carrying her project and could teach her Finance, so she started taking more classes with me. Before you know it, we’ve taken ten classes together and I never ended up being able to shake her off.”

You let out a laugh. “So Tara just followed you? That is very like Tara. I met her at my first job and we became close friends. I kid you not, when I quit, she quit as well and applied to my new company."

Xavier chuckled. “I suppose I don’t mind her, though. She gives good advice and keeps me from getting bored. Anyways, speaking of jobs.. what do you do for work now?”

“I’m a perfumer. I create and blend fragrances for perfume brands,” you smiled.

“Oh? How interesting. No wonder you smell good, you must really know your scents,” Xavier responds. “Do you have a recommendation for me?”

Ah yes. One of the best compliments you could receive from a person is them telling you that you smell good.

“I think.. you’d suit a fresh scent. Maybe... oh, hang on!” you pulled on your phone and started typing on Google search. You show Xavier some perfume recommendations. “Prada Luna Rossa Sport or Maison 21G’s Tea Time.”

“Hmm. I’ll give those a try. Could you send me those screenshots?” Xavier asked.

“Sure, what’s your number?”

You trade numbers with Xavier and you text him your perfume recommendations. You proceed to talk more about work, hobbies, interests, and you felt relieved at how well the conversation was going. After two cocktails, you’re starting to feel buzzed and you decide it’s time to take him to the dance floor.

Xavier’s cheeks are flushed pink, you could tell he was already slightly drunk too. Amidst the pulsating rhythms of the music, you danced with him. He’s a little awkward at the beginning, but once you wrap your arms around his neck and get into it more, he becomes more natural and more confident in his movements. 

He has a hand wrapped around your waist, right above your ass. As you swayed and danced together, you noticed his gaze trailing from your face down to your chest. You smirk and push your body against him more, causing Xavier’s breath to hitch. You’ve got him.

Eventually, you two join back Tara and your other friends, who are currently dancing with a group of boys they literally just befriended.

“Does this happen often?” Xavier asks, nearly shouting over the loud music.

“What does?” you tilt your head.

“Your friend group picking up random guys in the club,” he says, causing you to laugh.

“Well, I’m picking up a random guy myself,” you poked him on the chest. “Also, I need another drink. Don’t worry, I’ll get the next round! What’s your poison?”

“A shot of Jägermeister, please.”

“Got it!” you called out to him as you began to slip through the crowds and approach the bar counter again.

The bar was already crowded with people drunkenly shouting orders at the bartender and shoving their cash or cards for payment. Oh this is a mess.

You slip yourself between them and wait for the bartender to turn around, when suddenly, a rowdy man shoves another man. A chain reaction follows, where the shoved man throws his hands up in the air as he stumbles out of balance, knocking one of the huge dangling lamps above the bar counter. 

The lamp sways wildly and before you even realize it, the huge ball of glass has snapped from its wires and is hurtling down towards you. Your eyes widened in horror.

It all happened too fast. A flash of purple and black tears across the room and someone was in front of you in an instant, punching the glass ball out of your trajectory and sending it crashing at the wall behind the bar counter. The glass ball breaks and a loud shatter alerts the bartender and some people in the vicinity.

Your heart pounds violently against your chest at the fact that you nearly got your head blown open. What the hell just happened? 

When you shift your gaze from the shattered ball to the person in front of you, you let out a non-committal noise. 

That crown of ash purple hair… 

A pair of striking twilight blue and pink eyes stared at you intensely. You feel your breath getting stuck in your throat. 

You can’t move. You’re frozen to the ground.

This man.. could he be..?

Why is he here?

The man dons a black v-neck, long-sleeved blouse and a pair of black trousers. His outfit appeared different to what you usually saw him in whenever he visited you.

You’ve concluded that he was a supernatural being that had been haunting you like a ghost, but here he was in flesh and blood. You had always thought he was something only you could see, however…

Other people can see him. 

He can touch and break things. 

Also, did he just.. protect you?

The man’s eyebrows were furrowed, and you weren’t sure if you were hallucinating, but you thought you saw a flash of concern in his eyes. 

“Hey! Why did you do that?” the bartender shouts at the purple-haired man, pointing to the mess of glass shards on the floor and broken bottles of liquor on the shelf where the lamp ball made impact.

“Tch. Why don’t you ask this blubbering idiot who rammed his fat hand into your lamp in the first place?” the man speaks with a mocking, commanding voice while pointing to the other man beside him. “Lamp nearly fell on this girl. You should be thankful I just saved you from a major lawsuit from nearly killing a patron.”

You weren’t quite expecting that velvety voice to come from him, but you strangely feel less afraid now that you’re finally able to put a face and voice to the shadow that had been haunting you.

The bartender was taken aback, and shifted his glare to the fool who knocked over his lamp.

“He shoved me!” the man blamed the other man who shoved him. Luckily, with the sheer loudness of the club’s music, not many people seemed to be aware of the chaos unfolding.

As the argument ensues in the background, you couldn’t take your eyes off the stranger who just saved you. When he’s this close, his striking attractiveness becomes increasingly apparent, and you couldn’t ignore the uneasiness bubbling up your chest.

“Thank you,” you managed to say, heart palpitating and palms turning clammy.

Something flickers in his eyes, but he maintains a stoic and firm composure. He doesn’t reply.

When his eyes travel down from your eyes to your chest and legs, you suddenly feel more exposed than ever in your skimpy little dress. 

You ought to be careful with your interactions with him and keep them minimal. Your pursuer has kept himself hidden this whole time, and he’s making a very big move by showing up in front of you like this. To add on, you’re not supposed to reveal to him that you’ve known of his presence this whole time. If you did, you’d be treading on a different ground. It’s best to feign obliviousness for now.

You break eye contact with him and look to the side, where several shiny bottles lined up behind the counter. In a fleeting moment, you catch your meek reflection mirrored on the glass bottle when suddenly, it hits you. 

The man has no reflection.

You look in front of you. The man is still there. Your eyes return to the bottle, where your own image resides, only to find an empty space where the man's reflection should naturally be.

A chill travels down your spine. 

You attempt a polite smile at him and without saying another word, you bolted away from him to go back to Xavier. You feel his stare burning on your back as you leave him, feeling more suffocated than ever. 

When you meet Xavier, your shoulder slumps with relief and you finally feel like you can breathe again.

“What happened?” Xavier asks worriedly. “I heard a crash and some shouting.”

“In short, some guy got pushed and knocked a huge ass lamp which nearly fell on me, but someone stepped in and saved me,” you said, breathing heavily. 

What the fuck? What kind of being is he? Not a ghost, yet not a physical being either?

“You okay?” Xavier places his hands on the sides of your arms. “You’re looking a little pale.”

“I’m fine, I think,” you muttered.

“I shouldn’t have left you to go to the bar counter alone, sorry,” Xavier says apologetically.

“No, no! Don’t apologize, nobody knew that was going to happen.”

“You want to sit down?” Xavier asks.

You nodded weakly. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

Xavier brings you to the table that your friends were sitting at (courtesy of the men they charmed and got to willingly open). You sit next to Xavier as he rubs your arm comfortingly.

The unsettling feeling won’t leave you alone. You can’t help but look around the club warily. When you spot him standing at the corner in the distance and make direct eye contact, you freeze up immediately. He’s still here. And he’s been watching you.

A storm was evident in his eyes, tense lines were etched all over his face and body. His eyes narrow when Xavier’s hand lands on your waist, and you think he’s about to murder you both with the intensity of his glare.

“H-hey,” you whispered to Xavier. “I think I’m going to leave soon. I’m not feeling well.”

“Oh, alright. I’ll go with you,” Xavier nods and gets up with you.

You tell Tara and your friends that you’re unwell and that you’re leaving early. You’re positive that he’s still watching as you held onto Xavier’s hand while leaving the club. However, you feel a semblance of safety to have another man by your side.

Fortunately enough for you, Xavier offers to walk you home. Well, you would’ve asked him anyway if he didn’t. You take the train with Xavier and eventually arrive at your neighborhood where he continues to walk you all the way home.

It’s nearly 12 am. The streets are dimly lit and empty. Your grip on Xavier’s hand hardens and with your other hand, you wrap your jacket around your body more tightly. The street looks familiar and you realize that you’re almost home.

“Hey, do you want to come in for a while?” you asked Xavier. You’re hoping to be able to get him to stay overnight and accompany you. Tomorrow, you’re going to have to consider moving out or staying with a friend until you deal with your pursuer. Maybe you’d have to visit a priest or shaman, as ridiculous as this situation sounds.

Xavier’s eyes widened a little. “Sure, I’d like to.”

You sigh with relief and continue walking. Just as you were about to turn the block to your apartment, you see movement towards your right in a dark alley.

A chilly wind overwhelms you and you snap your head towards the alley.

“What’s wrong?” Xavier asks.

The words don’t come out from your mouth. The man is there.

Upon seeing you frightened, Xavier becomes alert and steps into action.

The man emerges from the darkness like a grim reaper about to deal your awaited fate, cerulean-pink eyes eyeing Xavier’s protective stance with disgust.

He walks towards you both, now completely visible under the bleak streetlight. Xavier eyes him warily and puts himself between you and your stranger. You hear the man let out a scoff at this.

“Stand back. What do you want?” Xavier questions him.

“What belongs to me,” the man says, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving yours.

Xavier looks at you perplexedly. “Do you know this man?”

Do you know him? In a way, yes. You’ve known about him for about a week now. You met him today and he had protected you.

You shake your head, grabbing onto Xavier’s arm tighter.

“Oh, come on. Is this how you repay someone who just saved your life?” the man goads. “You wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t punch that glass ball out of the way.”

Xavier raises a brow. “This is the person that saved you earlier?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. 

He’s right. You wouldn’t be alive and standing here if he didn’t help you earlier in the club. However, you’re not about to start worshiping him either.

“Hey, buddy. Can you leave us both? I have some things I need to discuss with her,” the man glares at Xavier.

“Why should I? She doesn’t know you,” Xavier says.

“Oh, she does,” he smirks.

Alarm bells are ringing in your ears. Is he talking about— 

Does he know that you know he’s been coming to your room every night for a week?

“She’s just pretending to not know me. It truly wounds me,” the man says. “I’m her boyfriend. Now fuck off.”

Your breath hitches. He’s really here for you. You’ve played out the scenario several times in your head since he started coming to your room, wondering how he’d take you out. However, you weren’t expecting him to claim you as his and harbor such strong displays of possessiveness.

He wants you. You fear for what will happen to Xavier if he attempts to challenge him. For a brief moment, you considered giving yourself into him and telling Xavier to run away for his own safety. Seeing the way he protected you from that glass lamp today, you’d like to believe that he intends to keep you alive. 

You feel disoriented. You’re afraid, but you feel inclined to stay. He’s dangerous, but he saved your life.

Xavier is now more confused than ever, searching for answers by observing your reactions. When he sees that you’re not responding, he grabs your hand and begins leading you away.

You panic. You already know this won’t end well. 

“Xavier, don’t, I know him! I’ll talk to him, just get inside first!” you said to him, attempting to pull yourself away.

“Not a chance. I’m not leaving you alone with a creepy bastard!” Xavier hisses.

“Xavier, it’s not safe for you. He won’t hurt me,” you pleaded.

“I said no! We should—“ Xavier doesn’t get to finish his sentence. In a flash, the man punches Xavier on the face and deals a blow on his nape. Knocked out, he crumples to the ground.

“Xavier!” you yelled in horror.

Your pursuer approaches Xavier again, and you intervene.

“Don’t kill him! Please, I’ll do whatever you want,” you pleaded.

Interest sparks in his eyes. 

“You will?” he smirks menacingly, completely losing interest in Xavier.

You nodded frantically.

When he noticed your trembling hands and fear-stricken face, his menacing smirks turned into a sigh of frustration. “This wasn’t how I planned for things to go. I wasn’t even supposed to show up in front of you there, until you nearly got yourself killed by a glass ball, idiot.”

You gulped. “…Who are you? And what do you want from me?”

The man sighs. “Let’s try this again, shall we? I’m Rafayel.”

You remain silent.

“You do know that when someone tells you their name, the normal response is to say your name back, right?” Rafayel says as he looms over you. “Well, not like it matters anyway. I already know your name.”

“I.. I appreciate your help earlier, thank you for saving me,” you stammered. “I’m sorry if I’ve done anything to offend or upset you. Please, let me and my friend go.”

Rafayel rolls his eyes, as if you’re blabbering about the most unimportant matter he’s ever heard.

“No.” he says.

“Please, just tell me what you want from me,” you said desperately. Deep down, you already know the answer isn’t money or anything remotely materialistic, but you’re hoping for a chance to appease him by being compliant.

Rafayel moves with grace and authority, looming towards you with undeniable confidence. He looks deathly pale and when he smiles, he bears a pair of sharp canines.

He suddenly grabs hold of you and you open your mouth to scream, but your vision blurs and strong force overwhelms your body, as if you’ve latched onto a high-speed rollercoaster. When your head stops spinning and your eyes refocus, you find yourself back in your bedroom with Rafayel clutching onto your body tightly.

What the-

He flew with you? Teleported? 

You feel nauseous and dizzy, and you would’ve fallen to the floor immediately if it weren’t for his strong arms holding you upright. It didn’t help that alcohol was still in your system, which made your nausea even worse. You found yourself unconsciously clutching onto his arm for support, which seemed to please him. 

“Humans are so weak,” he scoffs. “A little speed and they crumble like sediment. Especially you. Look at you, acting like a lil’ princess.”

So that’s how he’s been entering your room this whole time. Flying (or teleporting, you weren’t sure which) to the 20th story and somehow unlocking your window. The dots begin to connect in your mind. With his sharp fangs, lack of reflection, and traveling abilities, you fear that you’re dealing with something more ancient than you thought. You thought they only existed in fantasies and fairy tales, yet here you are, in the clutches of a damn vampire.

Anger starts to bubble up in your chest, mixing in with your fear and anxiousness. How dare this vampire intrude into your personal life and do whatever he pleases?

“Don’t do that again,” you hissed and attempted to push him away. However, it was futile, as Rafayel has you in his iron grip.

“Feisty one, aren’t you? What happened to begging?” Rafayel mocks, using one hand to squeeze your jaw and force you to look up at him.

“S—sorry,” you gasped out. If you’re not careful, he could seriously hurt you with a flick of his wrist. Now that you’re clearer on what kind of supernatural entity he is, it becomes evident to you that he wants your blood. You can only hope that’s the extent of it.

“That’s more like it,” Rafayel grins. He draws his face closer to you and his expression changes from smug to disturbed. “Your scent... it’s been driving me crazy. What is that scent?”

“What?” you mumbled out. Rafayel releases his grip on your jaw and roughly pulls your wrist towards his face.

He presses his nose on the inner part of your wrist, and you shiver at the coldness of his skin. He rubs his face fervently, eyes closed and quiet with concentration. 

You furrow your brows in confusion. Your wrist is one of the main areas where you normally spray your perfume, the other areas being your neck and clothes. You wonder why it seems to arouse him this much in particular, given it was just a normal branded perfume.

It was getting more difficult to put distance between you and him, because he refuses to let your hand go and is growing agitated by the second. Rafayel suddenly leans in to nibble on your inner wrist and you let out an uncontrolled yelp of surprise. He bears his sharp canines. He hasn’t even bitten you yet.

“Stop it..” you said, eyes widening in alarm. 

Rafayel licks his lips and fangs, eyes hazy and pupils blown wide. “You have no idea how badly I had to hold myself back this whole time. I’m sure by now you’ve already realized what I am, right?”

You nodded weakly.

“Hmph, you catch on fast for an idiot mortal.”

“…Why me?” you asked, voice barely a whisper as he takes another nibble on your wrist. “There are other... mortals you can take.”

Out of all the humans he could have possibly chosen, he pursued you for nearly a week. 

“Because of your fucking scent, it’s.. unbearable. Intoxicating. I just know your blood is something I must have,” he growls, licking on your wrist. “I wanted to taste your sweetness so badly, it was tormenting me.”

“Then.. why wait until today?” you asked. If he had marked you as his prey since a week ago, why didn’t he attack you as soon as he saw you?

Rafayel lifted a brow and turned to look at you. “Until today? Isn’t today your first time seeing me?”

You inhaled sharply. Fuck. 

His eyes turn dark, his lips curving into a knowing smile. “So you knew.”

You’ve given yourself away.

“You knew that I’ve been coming to see you,” Rafayel suddenly begins walking closer to you, forcing you to take several steps backward. “And yet, you continued to let it happen?”

“No—that’s not-“

Rafayel lets out a husky laugh. “And to think this whole time, you never noticed my presence. No wonder you looked scared shitless at the bar today!”

“Stop, wait,” you placed your hands on your chest to stop him from moving towards you, but it was futile.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” Rafayel spurs you on, voice of velvet and honey. “Liked that someone watched over you. Liked the feeling of being hunted.”

“No, you’re crazy. I don’t!” you deny him. Rafayel doesn’t stop inching closer to you. Eventually, the back of your legs hit the edge of your bed frame, causing you to stumble and fall backwards on your mattress. Rafayel takes the opportunity to advance towards you, caging you underneath him.

“You want to know why I waited until today?” His smirk is undeniably playful and laced with smugness.

You don’t respond, too busy trying to push up Rafayel’s chest to stop him from leaning on you. Your dress is riding up to your upper thighs and he’s already placed himself in between your legs. At this point, there’s not much barrier left between your heat and the growing rigidness inside his trousers.

“When I first saw you, it was your unique scent that drew me in. I was so tempted to take you at that moment, but I knew I had to wait. And it’s all because…” he leans his face closer to you. “I was waiting for you to turn ripe.”

“What do you mean?” you shuddered.

“A female is most ripe when her cycle is at peak fertility. Hormones are sky-high and her scent is most intoxicating. And the blood? Drugs can’t even compare. It’s the most energizing form of blood, it can keep us going for weeks,” Rafayel begins to peel your jacket off your shoulder, revealing your bare shoulders and explicit outfit. “I waited because I wanted to taste the best of you. Lucky for me, today’s that day.. and you just so happened to be dressed right for the occasion.”

You believe he’s talking about ovulation, and apparently, he had sensed that yours was going to happen today. No wonder you were feeling more outgoing and promiscuous.

“Also…” he purrs. “I simply enjoy toying with my prey before I devour it. Things taste better when you take the time to savor it.” 

“You’re just going to drink my blood, right?” you asked, afraid to move as he eye-fucks you, his gaze burning trails from your chest to your legs.

“Is that really only what you want?” he provokes. “You knew all along that I had been after you, and you allowed it to happen. You sure you’re not secretly hoping this would happen?”

It was vexing. The way he confuses you, twisting your words, mixing in his intentions and personal desire with yours. You’re starting to lose trust in your own conviction.

“Just get this over with,” you grunted. “Then, you’ll leave me alone?”

“You humans are so dull, it amuses me,” he rolls his eyes and pushes your hair out of the way, exposing your bare neck. “Yes, let’s get this over with.”

Rafayel pulls on your jacket roughly and yanks it off the bed. You still have your black dress on, yet you feel more naked than ever with him on top of you.

You don’t know why you don’t put up a bigger fight. Maybe it’s because you know you can’t win against his strength and you don’t dare challenge a vampire who is dead set on his prey. Maybe you were just not in your right mind with the alcohol still in your system.

Or maybe, it’s because Rafayel is the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and it infuriates you how willingly you submit to his advances. It’s perplexing how you can’t keep your eyes off his hypnotic gaze, or how electricity surges through you when his lips graze on your delicate neck.

Rafayel’s masculine scent overwhelms you — of wood sage and sea salt. With his face so close to yours, your heart beats relentlessly. His soft purple locks brush against your face and neck, causing you to shiver. 

“The scent.. it’s even stronger on your neck,” he groans. “Ah, fuck, this is driving me insane.”

You wonder if you were emitting some kind of pheromone that’s making him this way.

He presses a kiss on your neck and licks it teasingly, making a strange kind of heat pool in your stomach. You shiver when you feel his sharp fangs grazing on your skin. Goosebumps immediately erupt.

“Don’t be nervous, princess,” he muses. “This won’t hurt… much.”

And then, he sinks his fangs into the side of your neck.

“Ah, fuck!” you shakily cried out in shock.

A sharp pain jolts through your neck and travels down your body, causing you to whimper. It feels like getting stabbed by a needle and it hurts.

You hear Rafayel sigh with pleasure as he drinks your blood eagerly, his body grinding against yours. What happens next confuses you, because you feel ripples of pleasure flooding your system.

What is this feeling?

You feel high. Ecstatic. You let out a soft moan when Rafayel sinks his teeth in further and sucks on your pulsing neck. You shouldn’t be feeling this good. You should be terrified, not whimpering with pleasure. Were chemicals released upon his bite? It must have some kind of dopamine-like effect, because you’re feeling extremely good.

You’re light headed and your breaths have become shallow. Rafayel notices and finally unhooks his fangs, lapping up the last drops of your blood. There is a renowned vitality to the look in his eyes.

You gaze up at him, wondering if he’ll finally leave.

”You.. what is it with you?” Rafayel murmurs and steps back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Your blood.. is the best I’ve ever tasted in centuries. You taste so fucking good.”

Something about that line makes your pussy throb. What is wrong with you?

You slowly sit upright, touching the tender spot on your neck. 

”Then I’m glad you’re.. satisfied,” you said meekly.

”And if I’m not?” Rafayel’s eyes glowed dangerously.

”What?”

Rafayel is crawling on top of you once again. “I lied. I never planned on leaving you alone after tasting your blood.”

“You got what you wanted. You said you’d leave,” your breath trembles, and you press your back against the bed as deep as you can to avoid Rafayel’s imposing body. His stray hand lands on your thighs, and he begins to slide it under your dress. 

”You’re a fool for trusting a vampire,” Rafayel rouses, and his eyes flicker to your body. He squeezes your thigh. “Besides, you don’t look like you’re hating this..”

”Y-you’re delusional. Back off, you’ve already had my blood,” you press your palms on his toned chest. Rafayel growls and yanks your hands away, pinning them down on the bed.

”No.”

”Please, don’t—“ you were cut off when Rafayel leans in and presses his mouth to yours. It was humiliating — the way a moan left your mouth so quickly, betraying any display of resistance you showed him earlier.

His mouth was cold, but the kiss sends trails of fire throughout your body. Rafayel kisses your mouth open, touches your tongue with his, and sighs into you. You can tell he’s been wanting this, craving for you so badly he can barely hold himself right now.

You don’t know why you kiss him back and open your mouth for him so willingly when he commands it. You don’t know why you let him abuse your mouth with hungry bites and desperate suckles on your lips. Perhaps you’ve been deprived of sex and intimacy for so long that your body blindly submits to Rafayel’s addictive touch. He’s so sexy and good at kissing you that it’s almost unfair.

When he trails his kisses down to your neck and collarbone, you accept it graciously, letting him lick you in all your sensitive spots. You glance up at Rafayel, whose eyes are brimming with lust and pure want.

“I can’t hold back anymore, so don’t try to stop me now,” he hisses, “If you do.. you’ll regret it.”

“What are you going to do?” you blurted out.

Rafayel answers you by palming your clothed breasts, and you yelp in surprise. 

”You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to touch you like this,” Rafayel presses your breasts together, massaging them lewdly. “Oh female humans are so soft, so supple.”

“D-don’t,” you said shakily, unsuccessful with prying his hands away from your breasts.

“Do you know how difficult it was to resist you today?” Rafayel groans. “When I saw you walking out with a slutty dress like this, I wanted to take you right then and there. You’re so fucking hot in this dress, but you’ll look better when you’re naked.”

”Is.. is that why you followed me into the club?” you squirm when you feel him pinch a nipple. “So you were going to ambush me there?”

”No. I don’t like crowded places. I would’ve taken you back here,” he began yanking the dress apart and you were helpless to stop it. His strength was unmatched, and the dress literally rips in half, leaving you in your lace bra and underwear.

Rafayel narrows his eyes at your tiny, black lace underwear. “You were wearing this for him, weren’t you? That white-haired bastard.”

You gulped. Your lack of a response was a clear answer to him.

Anger flickers in his expression. “He’s no good for you. Why would you even—that bastard had no right to touch what’s fucking mine.”

You yelp when Rafayel yanks your bra off next, allowing your bare breasts to spill out for him to see.

“What are you doing?” you cried in panic, inching yourself away from him.

An animalistic growl leaves his throat, and he gropes the curves of your breasts with newfound vigor. He plants his face on them, inhales deeply, and latches his mouth on one of your nipples and pinching the other with his hand.

“He could never pleasure you the way I do,” Rafayel moans, biting on your nipple and flicking the tip with his tongue. “That fucker didn’t deserve to touch you with his filthy hands.”

”You.. you don’t deserve to be touching me like this either,” you say with a voice so quiet you barely recognized it.

“What was that?” he grits his teeth and pinched hard your pebbled nipple.

You squirm and whimper at his sudden roughness, immediately shutting you up. You think you don’t want this, but you can’t deny the tingling pleasure that courses through you whenever he flicks your hardened tip or sucks on them skillfully. He moves up to kiss you on the mouth again with new intensity.

“Mine,” he grows possessively in between kisses. “You’re mine.”

His clothed erection is pressing so hard against your inner thigh that you’re no longer able to ignore it. He’s licking, biting, sucking. Your lips, neck, wrists, breasts, stomach — he takes the time to really taste and devour you until you’re a shuddering mess. It’s as if he was re-marking you as his, desperately destroying any trace of Xavier’s scent on your body.

Rafayel’s pupils are inked, irises hazy. Your breath is in little gasping pants by the time he’s done kissing you and no sooner than later, he’s pulling down your underwear next — the last piece of fabric that’s keeping you from being completely naked.

”Look at you. You’re so wet already,” Rafayel teases. “How could you say you didn’t want this?”

You’re mortified at how drenched your panties are. “I don’t!” you rasped out. “This.. this is an involuntary reaction.”

Rafayel makes a sound that’s a mix of a scoff and a laugh. “Liar.”

He slides them down so painfully slowly, watching in amusement as your black lace panties make their way down your legs, to your toes, and then the floor.

There’s also something awfully wrong and erotic about being the only one naked while the man in front of you was still fully clothed. 

“Besides your blood.. I’ve been so curious about the taste of your sweet nectar. I need to taste all of you,” Rafayel purrs, moving down to press a kiss on your hips and inner thighs. 

“Oh.. my god,” you shivered at how close he is to your womanhood. This stranger, your pursuer, a fucking vampire. And you’re about to let him taste you.

”Don’t be scared,” Rafayel cooes. “This is going to feel good.”

He demonstrates. He shows you his mouth fits perfectly along the curves and folds of your core. His tongue is like satin, lapping up your fluids and your tingling clit. 

“Shit, this is.. you taste even sweeter than I imagined,” Rafayel moans. 

“Fuck—“ you whined as he grabs onto your thighs aggressively and tongues a particularly sensitive spot. You make whimpering noises as he swirls his tongue, licks you, kisses you chastely down there, as if he’s got all the time in the world to please you.

You hear him hum with satisfaction, stimulating your clit until you’re shaking closer and closer to your peak. You put your hand down and rest it on his purple locks, tugging him.

“You liked that?” Rafayel murmurs, repeatedly pressing his tongue on your pulsing core that it makes your eyes roll backwards.

“I-I’m close,” you quivered, involuntarily moving your hips closer to Rafayel to meet his mouth.

Pure, raw instinct has taken over you completely, and you forget anything remotely dangerous about this man. All you cared about at that moment was how good he was with his mouth. When you feel the orgasm coming, Rafayel unlatches from you and licks his lips. 

Frustrated that you weren’t able to finish, you furrow your eyes at him.

“No,” you whined. “Why? I was so close.”

“Not yet,” he says, seemingly pleased at your desperation. He gazes at your body and bites his lower lip hungrily. Rafayel swears under his breath at seeing your legs propped up nicely for him, with your wet pussy glistening under the moonlight and the gentle glow of lamps in your room.

He has to have you. All of you. You’re intoxicating and irresistible. It was as if he had been pulled by some magnetic force towards you, or taken over by some primal desire to fuse with you. Rafayel can no longer withstand the hard tent in his pants and aches for release.

When your eyes refocus, you see that he’s pulling down the zipper of his pants and letting his leaking cock free. Is this really happening?

You gulped quietly. It’s big. The girth was thick too, and you wonder if he’d be able to fit without hurting you. You’re confused. Conflicted.

You should be fighting for your life, yet you find yourself waiting patiently for Rafayel to fill you with his swelling cock. You ached for it. Needed to release so badly. 

Rafayel discards his top and throws it aside, revealing a beautiful body sculpted by angels. His shoulders are broad, his chest curves outwards, and his abdomen is lined with muscle. You feel your mouth salivate a little. Your cheeks flush with the humiliation of not being able to control your bodily responses.

He hovers above you again, pressing a deep kiss on your lips. Your cheeks are hot and flushed, your core pulsing with anticipation to be filled. You need a release. When he parts from the kiss, you catch a glimpse of his horny eyes, glazed and dark with lust.

“I’m going to fuck you, whether you like it or not,” he whispers. 

“C–condom,” you said, watching his erection move closer and closer to your entrance.

“Silly girl. I can’t get you pregnant. I can still release into you though,” Rafayel smirks. “Hope you don’t mind being filled up nice and full. You’re mine, after all.” 

Your heart hammers loudly against your chest as Rafayel lines up his cock on your entrance, and you feel it begin to part your folds. 

“I’m going to have you,” he sighs. “Finally.”

You let out a whimper as he sheathes himself into you, clenching your eyes shut. Your pussy throbs and sears a little as it takes the shape of his cock. It’s been a while, so it hurts. 

You put your hands against his chest as a sign to tell him to slow down, but Rafayel was impatient. He moves his hips forward until he’s fully inside you, all the way up to the base of his cock.

Rafayel finally notices you’re in pain when tears form in your eyes.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he says, but you don’t believe he’s sorry at all. He’s not even human. You doubt he’d actually care about hurting you at all.

“Fuck, you are so tight,” Rafayel groans into the crook of your neck.

“S–slowly,” you pleaded.

“I’m trying.. but I want to fuck you so bad,” Rafayel sighs. “You’re just too good, princess.”

He begins at a steady, languid pace. Slowly, he moves his hips back and sheathes himself inside you again. Your pussy throbs and aches, more tears form in your eyes.

“You’re taking my cock so good, oh.. the way you’re clamping down on me,” he grits his teeth. “I should have fucked you much earlier.”

The filth and vulgarity of his words causes heat to shoot down your core and your heart to palpitate. It was shameful, the way you crumble at his dirty talk.

As he repeats the movement in and out of your folds, the initial pain begins to subside, taken over by gentle pulses of imminent pleasure.

“Does it feel good?” Rafayel asks. You wonder why he feels the need to seek validation from you. 

You nodded anyway. It wasn’t a lie. He does feel good inside you. Rafayel seems satisfied by your response.

“You fit around me so well, princess. it’s almost as if you’re made for me,” he said, pressing a kiss on your lips.

You made small noises of pleasure as he fucks you slowly. It’s been too long since you’ve had sex. You’ve forgotten how it feels like to have something this big moving in and out of you.

Seeing the look of pure ecstasy on Rafayel’s face, you can’t help but wonder.

“You’ve imagined this many times before, haven’t you?” you said in between shallow breaths. “Fucking me like this.”

“Is it really that obvious?” he smiles coyly.

“Kind of,” you winced. “You’re hasty.”

“Of course. I imagined it more times than you think. My dick gets hard everytime I see you and I had to resort to pleasuring myself with only thoughts of you. Now, I have the real thing,” he pushes inside you deeper.

A part of you wonders if he’s ever done anything to you while you’re actually asleep and unaware of his presence. However, you decide that you don’t want to know.

You’re feeling everything at once. The thumping of your heartbeat. The sweat trickling down your forehead. Your pulsating core as Rafayel thrusts in and out of you with a steady momentum. Your breasts bounce every time he ruts forward, driving his horniness even more. You let out soft moans as pleasure begins to build.

“I knew it,” Rafayel chuckles darkly. “I knew you’d enjoy it. Good girl. Look at you taking my cock like the slut you are. You are so, so good.”

“D-don’t call me that,” you panted. His use of the two contrasting names gives you whiplash. Again, he’s confusing you.

“What, a good girl or slut? I’m being extremely nice to you right now, do you know?” he growls. “I could be much more violent if I wanted to, but you’ve been such a compliant little thing that I can’t help but go easy on you.”

A quicker, rougher pace begins to build. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout your room, along with the mewling noises you made as Rafayel thrusts into you fervently.

“This is you being nice?” you winced at this thrusts.

“Just shut up and be a good little hole for me, won’t you?” His hand roamed to your breast, squeezing it hard.

“Y-yes,” you meekly replied.

“Look at you, writhing and moaning with my dick inside you, when just moments ago you were pretending to not want this,” Rafayel jeers. “This is the problem with women like you.. if you want it, why pretend like you don’t?”

“I wasn’t pretending,” you said.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Rafayel jeers, bringing his hand to your breast next and squeezes it hard. “You were clearly wet and horny for me.”

You held back as sob as he makes a particularly hard thrust that sends stars in your vision, and you yelp out his name.

“Rafayel..! Ngh—“

A prideful sparkle emerges in his eyes. “That’s the first time you said my name.”

You feel heat rising up your cheeks at the realization, but you don’t get to respond much after that, because Rafayel continues hammering into your pussy with newfound vigor. Suddenly, he pulls out, and you feel empty when his cock squelches out from you.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and you obeyed. You slowly get on all fours on the bed for him, and when he hovers behind you, you feel like your heart is about to leap out of your throat. He’s going to fuck you from the back.

Rafayel doesn’t waste any time and drives his swollen cock inside your pussy once again.

“A-ah, Rafayel!” you gasped in surprise. This time, his entry wasn’t as forgiving as the first time. He immediately builds a rough pace afterwards too, not giving you the time to get accustomed to the new position.

“I’d hold on to something if I were you,” he mutters.

“What?”

He pounds into you roughly, grunting every time he snaps his hips against your ass. With this position and angle, he’s able to reach the deeper parts inside you, reducing you into a moaning mess and you’re overwhelmed with the most pleasure you’ve felt in ages.

Hell, no one has ever fucked you like this before. Rafayel was a primal beast, hammering thrusts in all the right places and with the right pace. It was quick, but not hurried or careless. He was rough, but not sloppy. Also, his stamina was unmatched. You’ve been fucking for some time now and he still hasn’t shown any signs of tire. You wonder if it was his years of being a vampire that gained him this kind of bedroom experience.

You had to hold onto your bed frame to steady yourself from the force of his thrusts that sent your body moving back and forth. His hands fall on your ass, and he gives it a tight squeeze. Your breasts bounced from the intensity of his pace that they were beginning to ache.

“O-oh, fuck!” you whined, all inhibitions gone. “Yeah, just like that.”

“Hmm? What was that?” Rafayel goads you on.

“T–that spot, keep.. keep going. Just like t..that,” you struggle to form coherent words with the way he’s fucking you so well. Pleasure is coursing through your veins, and you think you’re about to see stars above your head. Your mouth drools and you can feel your peak coming soon. He feels so good inside you that you were starting to wish he had fucked you sooner.

“Say my name again,” he sighs into your ear.

“R–rafayel,” you panted.

“Louder, I can’t hear you. Moan for me like the filthy slut you are,” Rafayel groans, kneading your ass roughly and jerks his hips forward.

“Ngh–! Rafayel!” you gasped out, and a tear rolled down your cheek.

“That’s more like it,” he grins, and without warning, he slithers a hand around your neck. He doesn’t choke you, but uses his grip on your throat to pull your back towards him. You arch your back and feel your ass making contact with his hips.

He pauses for a moment, and you sensed a shift in his energy. 

“What’s wrong?” you murmured, looking back to check on him.

“You’re mine,” he hisses. “You got that? I don’t want to see that white-haired guy touching you like that ever again. Or any other man. Understand?”

“Y-yes, got it.”

“Has he fucked you before?” Rafayel tightens his hold around your neck.

“Never!” you blurted out. “Never, Rafayel. I haven’t had sex with anybody in a long time. Y–you’re the first one in a while.”

“What was he to you? Was he more than a friend?” Rafayel grunts, starting to thrust into you again from the back. You arched your back and struggled to stay upright with his hand around your throat. “Answer me.”

“He–he’s nobody to me,” you cried out. “I just met him today. He was a friend of a friend.”

His hand loosens and you feel like you can breathe again. What’s more disturbing, was the fact that you somehow became more turned on after his intense display of possessiveness.

“Good,” he growls. “Your hole is for my dick and mine only.”

You nod frantically as his grip grows more possessive.

“Say it,” he hisses. “Declare it.”

“My pussy belongs to you, Rafayel–” you choked out. “Yours only!”

“Hmph,” he grunts, loosening his grip. “Now keep being a good little sex doll for me, won’t you? I’m almost there.”

Rafayel’s thrusts became harder, deeper, as if he wanted you physically so much to the point that his body needed to relentlessly and frantically be one with yours. Wet, lovemaking noises continued to fill the room, mixed in with your own blubbering moans and Rafayel’s lustful grunts.

“Fuck,” Rafayel curses through his teeth. “I could fuck you like this forever.”

“Rafayel, I’m gonna.. gonna cum, just—ah! Keep fucking me like that,” you sobbed, feeling heat pool in between your legs and an overwhelming buildup within your veins.

“That’s it, cum on my cock, princess,” he commands.

You focused on that feeling, allowing your body to submit to it completely and eventually, you feel intense waves of pleasure surging through you violently. 

“F-fuck, I.. I’m cumming!” you cried out. Your orgasm was euphoric and intense. You were seeing stars and every inch of your nerves were on fire. You feel so fucking good.

You cry out loudly and tremble violently, feeling your head spin and your knees weaken. Heat shoots down your stomach, your pussy, and hot liquid spills down your legs.

As you’re riding down your orgasm, you feel Rafayel’s thrusts beginning to lose momentum and become irregular. From the sounds of his short pants and the tremble of his grip on you, you know he’s also close.

Finally, he bucks his hips and gives you one last thrust. You hear Rafayel groan and cry, and feel liquid spilling inside you, filling you with him. Your legs are dripping with a mix of fluids at this point.

When the last drop has been ejaculated, he pulls out from you. 

You collapse on the bed, breathing heavily as you come down from your high. You half-expected Rafayel to start dressing himself and leave you alone and used . 

However, you were proven wrong when you heard him shuffle and lay down next to you.

Your eyes meet twilight blue and fuschia pink ones, observing you with renowned amusement and bliss. He smiles at you, seemingly proud that he was able to reduce you to a blubbering, moaning mess with his dick.

Meanwhile, you couldn’t believe that the best sex of your life was with a vampire that harbors some sort of strange, possessive feelings towards you. You wonder what he will do next after this.

“You got what you wanted,” you breathed out.

“I did,” he smirks. “But you got to enjoy it yourself anyway.”

You don’t reply to that. You were just as confused with yourself. Were you really that hungry for a good fuck?

“Now, will you finally leave me alone?” you asked.

Rafayel frowns, and you’re not sure if you’re hallucinating, but you thought you saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

“No,” he simply replies.

“Thought so,” you muttered back. You knew that he wasn’t going to let you go so easily.

“Like I said, you’re mine,” he says. “Do I need to remind you again?”

“No,” you blurted out.

“Then don’t ask stupid questions like that,” Rafayel says, tracing a hand on the delicate spot of your neck where his fangs sank earlier.

His hand roams to your jaw, and he caresses your cheek. The gentleness of his touch was a jarring contrast to his display of dominance earlier, and you wonder what business a vampire has providing a human like you with aftercare.

“Then.. you’ll keep coming back for me?” you asked.

Rafayel stares at you intensely with furrowed brows, a hint of hope evident in his eyes.

“For my blood,” you added.

“Yes,” he smirks. “For your blood.”

As exhaustion begins to take over your body, your eyes begin to flutter close. You can only hope Rafayel’s attraction for you was a fleeting moment of lust and curiosity. If you’re lucky, he’d lose interest in you within a few weeks and move onto his next prey.

When weeks come, however, you come to the helpless realization that you were not just a short-lived toy for Rafayel to amuse himself with. His desire and lust intensified, evolving into an uncontrollable possessiveness. This was evident in the way he incessantly watches you whenever you're in the proximity of another male friend or coworker, never shying away from showing up in public and in the most untimely of moments. You struggled to live a normal life ever since your encounter with Rafayel.

You also discovered his needier and clingier side through the many times he’s demanded you to stay behind at home instead of going to night outs with friends. In bed, he becomes more conscious of your comfort and seeks validation from you much more frequently. Though he’s still just as rough and lustful during sex, he’s grown more responsive at your displays of pain, sometimes even taking the time to comfort you when he had been too rough.

Meanwhile, you’re just as conflicted and you wonder if there was something truly wrong with your head. You find yourself constantly waiting for him.

When night falls and he emerges from the shadows, your body greets him readily. The sex was incredibly hot and Rafayel makes you feel things you’ve never experienced before, and you’re doubtful of ever having sex this good and addicting with anyone else.

At times, Rafayel does things that make you wonder if his interest towards you goes beyond simple physical attraction or lust. 

It would be an entirely different story if this vampire were to fall in love with you, and you’re not sure if that was a path you’re willing to tread.