(A/N) This fic is dedicated to Kenji Li Smith. She wanted me to write an M/R pairing as vampires, so here it is ^.~ I hope you all do enjoy! It's rather poetic if you ask me =D The poem is mine . . . just a little something that I came up with to fill in and look pretty ^.^ lol Oh and just imagine the setting in like... the 1800's or something.. Old English kind of thing... thanks!!

Oh and this is just a cute picture I saw of Rob when he was a teenager... http://itremble.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/0rob_005.jpg?w=300&;h=426

Hot, I know hahah!

Disclaimer Don't own Mike or Rob, but perhaps I own Leanne ;D Just ask her ^___^

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When Blood Runs Cold

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The night is pitch black and the moon's haunting bright

I can see your body quake from the chill, gloomy night

Lurking in shadows, my dead heart burns as you near

But if you knew of this creature, your blood would run cold in fear

It's so cold out tonight, but my skin is already like ice. To no longer feel, to no longer have the need to feel; HAH, such a wonderful bliss not to care. I'm dressed in all black as I hide in the shadows of the buildings, watching your every move. Such a silly thing to do to venture out in such a night. Her idea, no doubt; the woman slung around your arm and her face nuzzled tightly against your body. She's most likely seeking your warmth, shying herself from the howling wind as it licks at her body. Perhaps you two should have just stayed in the refuge of your home tonight. You'd be safe from this creature – yet instead you're sauntering down the ally like you are the only two people on earth. You have yet to realize, you are not alone.

A strange clamor shakes your lover's body to a jump. I can hear her heart throbbing in her chest, becoming frightened. You whisper to her that as long as you are around, nothing could possibly ever harm her. Oh how wrong you are, my love. How wrong you are. The clapping of her polished shoes makes me smile, the noise coming closer and closer my way. I stalk your every movements with my glassy brown eyes, my canines elongating as the wind carries your delightful scent over in my direction. Your smell, how I long for this every night. You have no idea, Robert, just how long I've been watching you. It's so difficult to catch you without your mistress, but I grow dreadfully weary of waiting for such an opportunity.

It is you that should be slung around my arm as I guide you through the night. You and she are so discord together. Where's the poetry in your movements? Where's the harmony in the beats of your hearts? Such dissonance makes me cringe against the hard brick wall of this insipid, boring building. Such ugliness, UGH! I scoff at this artless place. “Come this way, dear Robert, so I may show you the aesthetics of my world.”

You stop walking as if you actually heard my plea. Your mistress asks you if you are alright, as you look around blindly through the abyss of the night. You can't see me . . . but I can see you. Is my body calling to you as yours is to mine? No, not yet, my love, but soon. Soon you will be thirsting for me as I have been starving for your for so horrendously long. She tugs on your arm and you shake your head, smiling down at her. She asks, “Are you alright, my sweet? You stopped so suddenly.” You can't help but to kiss her shiny ruby lips and I hear you breath in deeply her scent. “Everything is just fine.” You reply to her.

Oh, how your voice sends tremors through my body. It sings out to my very soul – well, if I still had one. “Robert,” I whisper out, letting the whipping wind carry my haunting voice to you, “oh Robert, how much longer will you avoid your fate? Come to me . . .”

The shakes of your body tell me a story

A tale of a man who has yet to know glory

I'll give you my mark that you may bare forever

An eternity of life and of love, of pleasure we shall render

I see you stop in your tracks again, asking your mate if she heard someone calling your name. She gives you a strange look and shakes her head, her long auburn tassels bouncing around her thin face. “No, my sweet, it was just the wind!” The chirp of her voice makes me shudder. Your looking in my direction as if you could feel the vibration of my quivering being. Yes, yes I knew your body could feel me. “Come closer now . . . I won't bite.” Oh who am I kidding, of course I will bite. I chuckle lightly; it is like music to your ears. I hear your ears prick and I know you know there is something out there beckoning you.

You clasp your darling by the hand and drag her further down the alleyway. She protests, but she's powerless against the drive you posses to find me. Though you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. Such a foolish creature you are, but oh how I want you. “I swear I heard something calling my name.” You defend your sanity, rushing closer and closer towards the shadow I hide within. My insides laugh at you, but my whole being bids you near. “It's too dark down there, please, let's turn back and head home.” Such a worried look on that dear one's face! How oh I do love to see terror manifesting in one's eyes just before it consumes them limb by limb.

I step out into the moonlight, allowing you to finally see the dark, shadowy figure that haunts your dreams. You gasp and your female jumps back, hiding half of her body behind yours like a scared little child. Such fragile creatures humans are! Ah! Sometimes it makes me nauseated to have once been one! You are unable to break away from my eyes, staring helplessly into my penetrating abysses. Without as much as a word, I compel you forward, causing you love to desperately plead for you not to go near such an odd stranger of the night. But you can't help it, can you?

Slowly, one foot in front of the other you travel down the damp misty alley. She stumbles along with you, refusing to let go of you. Her heart is beating in trembles, but yours, ah, that musical instrument lulls me into a smile – where then I reveal the mystery of what I truly am. Your mistress' breath chokes her as she yelps, “Vampire!” What to do, what to do? I have no choice but to ghost over to where the two and silence her. No, I wouldn't kill her just yet. Tisk tisk, that would be such a bore! I simply sink my teeth into the tender flesh of her exposed neck, drinking just enough to make her dizzy and faint.

You don't know whether to run or stand there in futile. Either way, you know you're mine. I let your damsel slip to the murky ground, silently for shaming that gorgeous Old English evening gown she is wearing. She is quite lovely and does have a sweet taste to her . . . hmn, perhaps she rather will be of some sort of use to me. “Leanne!” You exclaim in shock, only because it's the proper thing to do. “What have you done with her? Who are you?”

I ghost my way around my desire, leering my chin around your shoulder as I press my cold body up against your backside. “My name is Michael. And you know as well as I do what I've done, but don't fret, she will be just fine – Just think of her waking as if a bad hangover.” You're too shaken to turn, but your heart is pounding in excitement. It's driving me wild.

“What do you want from me?” Just the mere twitch of your lips sends electrifying pulses down my dead body. “You make me feel alive.” I purr in your ear. You shudder against me and the smile grows larger on my face. My teeth throb to be apart of you, but not yet . . . soon. “I've been waiting a long time for you, dear Robert. Always flaunting yourself to me at night while you lay tangled in the sheets with your mistress. Oh, but I know that when you writhe in your dreams you are only seeing myself behind your eyelids. Tell me, do I not look familiar? Is that why you are so intrigued and subdued by my presence?”

You turn your face to try and look at me, the depths of your eyes swallowing me. You are the only creature that has ever been able to make this monster weak in the knees; weak at all. You study my face, you lips quivering as little whimpers of air flutter from between those pink folds. I can see you giving into to me without a fight. I like how easy this is – I didn't want to have to hurt you.

The light in your eyes is as bright as the moon

I can see all the fear melt away from you soon

You really have no other choice but to be mine

I'll damn you, then save you as we live infinite time

You are stuck to my eyes, my orbs compelling your peace. “What shall you have me do?” you ask. I press my nose to the base of your neck, smelling the bitter-sweet blood through your flesh. I let the breath shakily out of my lungs, heat rising within the pit of my stomach. Oh how you make me so hot. “You shall come to my chambers where I will make you mine.” Even compelled, you look down at the sleeping woman on the ground, begging with your eyes. “We can't leave her here.” With a sigh, I know I'll give in to you. I've waited so long for you to fall victim to my web, so I must at least obligate myself to your bid. I might find some use for her anyway.

I stalk over to her, my heavy boots hammering angrily onto the puddling gravel and hoist her effortlessly into my arms. I look at her for a moment, feeling your eyes on me as I observe your woman. Her long curling hair swings down from her head, her bosoms almost barely a secret as they try to come out of their corset. Her heart beats strong in her chest; I drank not nearly enough. So, I bid you to follow me as we started our journey through the silent night. I crept through the shadows as I normally do – not that I have to, but it suites me just fine. I feel your eyes boring holes through me as you fixate them onto me, never letting them break contact. I do enjoy the feel of your eyes.

We embark on our journey – down the winding ways, through the bushels of trees in the forested areas beyond old rotting homes, over small streams and stone; such a distance to travel every night in hopes of seeing you. I hear your breathing quicken as you try and keep up with me. Such a steed you are for a human; keeping up with me even though you've stumbled numerous times and have run into a few weeping trees. I could go so much faster than this agonizing pace.

I abruptly stop, turning around and catching your bewildered eyes. You can barely see – having only been able to navigate through the black of the night by the mere subtle illumination of the presence the hiding moon is attempting to provide. I point just beyond ravine, “Just beyond there is where I live. Once you enter, you realize you are mine, don't you?” You give me a look as though you do not quite understand what I am saying. Such is the effects of the trance I have placed upon you. It may not be real for you now, but it will be soon. This will all be real soon. “It's as if I'm fully aware of what you are and my body is trembling at the sight of you, yet I cannot look away and I cannot run away. Why have I followed you? Why have I not run for help?”

I step closer to you, your feet planted firmly onto the soft earth below shift as I near. Your eyes momentarily graze over your willowy mistress dangling within my grasp, quickly averting back onto my blackened irises. “I am a thing you simply cannot fight off. Though, you are fairing better than I imagined; you're not so weak at heart after all. For if you were totally under my spell, you would not be questioning so much. But I don't mind, I enjoy the sound of your voice.” You give me yet another blank stare. I just smile at you, flaunting off my fangs again. I see you glance at them as the moonlight makes them shimmer brightly and your heart flutters faster in your chest. I want to play with you so badly – play with the beat of that heart of yours – but I must wait. Soon, though, very soon.

I turn on my heels and in one fluid motion, jump up the ravine like I have wings of my own. I hear you gasp silently, scurrying your way up the rigid hill. You stumble a few times and I smile as I find your awkwardness quite cute. However, you will soon no longer be an awkward, fragile human, you will be a perfect killer such as myself. You will be graceful, flawless, powerful and those useless human emotions will no longer stop you from living. You won't exactly be living anymore . . . but you'll know what I mean soon enough. As you finally reach the top of the hill, I start making my way towards the fog. How dramatically appropriate, if I may say.

“Michael,” if my heart wasn't frozen still, I'd think it would have fluttered at the sound of my name rolling from beneath your pink lips, “please, what do you want? I just want to take Leanne and go home.” Hmn, either my powers are failing me from hunger or I really have underestimated your will. “Don't you worry, my Robert, soon you won't have any doubt – or at least none that you will care about. Follow.” My pupils swallow yours once again and you obey unwillingly as we walk towards the haze.

Closer and closer into the mist reveals an old manor shrouded in moss and overgrowing vines, spiked iron fencing and a dirty cracked stone walkway leading up to the front door. Ah, home. The gate creeks as we walk through it, nothing but the groans of the forest and the eerie howl of the wind serenade the night. We make it to the front door and I left it open for you. It creeks as well and you shiver as you walk inside the candle lit dwelling. I'd say it looks rather homey. Old wooden floorboards that cry out under each step, a thin film of dust over everything to give it that lived-in feeling, no lights at all – just candles; it's all I need, a lone couch by the roaring fire and shelves of books in every room. The kitchen is damn near empty – of what use do I have for one? A winding staircase leads to the second floor. My bedroom is lonely – with a bed up against the main wall, black silk sheets, another fireplace, more books and thick red curtains over tinted windows.

I don't have much, really. But when I possess you, I'll have everything I need. Won't I?

I continue up the stairs, my boots padding harshly on the old floorboards as we make our way up to my chambers. When we reach my room after traveling the unlit hallway – with you running into the walls and even jumping as you heard the hissing of a cat that every so often will wander his way into my home – I toss Leanne onto my bed carelessly, her dress ruffling around her and her curls bouncing around the frame of her face. You rush to the edge of the bed, breaking my damn trance once again. But that's okay, I like a challenge. Perhaps I won't be compelling you anymore.

You sat next to her, scooping her torso into your arms and cradling her up so that you could inspect her. “Leanne, my darling, please wake up!” You run your fingers across her pale, slumbering face, traveling them down to the mark I have inflicted upon her. You quickly look at me horrified, “Will she wake as you are?” Your voice trembled in panic. I shook my head, “No, she must drink the blood of a vampire to become like me. I have simply only tasted her; no harm shall come of it.” I really did want to just end her life, but you seem to love her too much. I couldn't do that to you . . . though I can't understand it myself why I even care at all.

“You, on the other hand, shall soon be like me.” Your whole body freezes as you look at me with petrified eyes. “No, I will never be like you.” I can hear the doubt in your voice. You know as well as I do you have no choice, although I will not compel you to obey me. I will work for you, dear Robert. I will gladly play with game with you. “What shall you do? You cannot escape, especially if you wish to save your dear mistress. It was you who followed me here in the first place.” I walked over towards you and you began to shift on the bed, letting your woman fall back onto her back. You stand, backing up to the wall as I stalk over to you.

“I don't even remember how I got here.” You are now backed into the wall like a scared little creature, your flesh haunting with goosebumps as my very presence chills your flesh. “Why are you doing this to me?” You look sad as you shiver frightened against the wall. My chest aches at the sight of your pathetic frown. “I'm doing this because I want you.” You are confused, “But why?” I caress your face with the tips of my fingers before cradling your cheek – you cringing in fear the entire time. “Because I just do.” I whisper, letting my breath raise more chills on on your skin. “I can give you anything you want. You will leave this boring human life and live the life of a mythical creature. Can you imagine the endless power you will have? Can you imagine the endless lust this life would bring you?” That word triggered something inside of you – I could hear the different rhythm of your heart as I spoke.

I edge my face closer, nuzzling my nose around the curve of your lips. The gust of your breath through your nostrils stirs me alive. Oh, it's only when I'm near you I feel such tantalizing things. “I have never in my countless years of life . . . or perhaps death would be more appropriate, have I ever felt such a feeling you have brought my body. You make me tingle and feel warm, you even make me believe my heart is still beating, even though it has frozen in time. I have been following you; watching you for so many nights. They brought me not nearly the amount of satisfaction I have been craving for, and although I could have easily stolen you like a thief in the night, I couldn't bring myself to take that step until now. You make me such a weak creature.”

I press my body firmly up against yours, capturing your attempt to flail me away with your arms into my grasp, holding onto your arms with my cold fingers. I drift my lips up against your neck, feeling the pulsing vein throbbing up against them. My canines ache at the sensation. You shake in my hold, whimpering and pleading for me not to harm you. “Shh,” I soothe you, “it will only hurt for a few minutes.” You continue to whimper in a panic and I can only sigh as I allow myself to kiss the hollow of your neck. “I can't wait to taste you.” I purr with a vampiric growl. “Run.” I hiss, jumping back away from him. He takes a minute to process what I've just said, but I compel him with fear and he takes off running around my bed – forgetting all about Leanne – and runs out of the bedroom door. I hear his erratic thudding footsteps on the squealing floor and I smile, laughing maniacally. Now this is fun. “Run, little lamb.”

He is running down the stairs hastily and I hear him almost trip down them, catching himself on the railing and continuing to scurry down. As he makes it down at the bottom – when he probably thinks I am not able to catch up to him – I ghost out of my room and down the stairs in almost a single bound, fastening one around around his waist and the other gripping his hair. I roughly jerked his head to the side and whispered into his ear as he screamed in fear, “It is time, my love.” I piece my teeth into your neck with such anticipation, sucking vigorously onto your flesh. The warmth of your sweet liquid fills my mouth and coats my dry throat. You taste so good. You try and break away, but the sting of my actions is wearing down your body and encasing it in despondency.

The life I have waited for, I'm finally taking

I'll kill you, bring you to life; perfection in the making

The pain of living will fade and a new power shall arise

If only you shall manage to live, to survive your own demise

You scream ruggedly as I continue to drink you dry. It's like sweet music to my ears, but then again I am such a little sadist. Your hands fasten around my arm, desperately holding onto me as your wilting body begins to crumble under you. Just before the last drop of blood left within your body, I stop and pull away, lapping at the edge of my mouth with my tongue to capture the remnants of you. As you slip to the floor, I cradle my arms underneath the crooks of your fainting body and cradle you. Your breath is in short pants and your eyes are locked onto mine, shaking as you can no longer concentrate. I know how you feel, though. I know that you can no longer feel anything but the tingle in your useless appendages, the burning in your throat, the pain in your tightening chest as your heart struggles to beat. You are dying. But I can fix that.

I walk you over by the fire as you convulse in my embrace, burying your tear stricken face into my chest. I know that it feels like you are suffocating; that's just your body beginning to die, but I'll save you. I lie you onto the couch that faces the fire. Your glossy eyes reflect the orange glow and your lips are trembling. I kneel next to the couch, leaning over and kissing those quivering folds. You don't even have the strength to flinch. So I kiss you again lightly, relishing in the hot warmth of your skin. I pull back and you are still staring at me, your eyelids struggling to stay open now as your endeavored breath becomes rapid panting. Without a word, I bring my own wrist up to my mouth and bite into it, not even so much as wincing at the sting it brings me. After all, the pain at least let's me know I can feel at least something, though I know I am hollow inside.

I bring my bleeding wrist up to your mouth and you shrink away, turning your head towards the back of the couch. “You must drink, or you will die, and I don't just mean momentarily – I mean permanently. Drink, or you will never see your precious mistress again.” You turn your head towards me again, letting your eyes judge mine. You know I'm telling you the truth; I have no reason to lie. You whimper and wrap your chilling fingers around my arm, mentally preparing yourself for this cursing moment. I can feel that your body is craving for a filling blood supply since I have almost depleted your own. You take a few deep breaths into your body before desperately plunging onto my wrist, drawing it the metallic, disgusting liquid. Well, that's how any ordinary human would have described it as. But, with my bite lingering in your veins, you probably don't even notice it, do you?

I remember the pain the taste of salvation had brought to me as I was being turned – as though it was yesterday; my insides being set ablaze and wrenching as though I was being crushed to death, my throat clenching as though it was in a vice, the way my heart suddenly stopped and my lungs no longer had the need for oxygen. I was dead; yet so very much alive. You scream, letting go of my wrist and arch your back high, twitching in agony as my blood now flows inside of you, killing off any bit of human within. I smile, not because of your pain, but because of the gain I shall partake in once you are no longer writhing on the couch. I rise to my knees and back away from the couch. You look at me wearily, scared and shrieking. You can't do much other than that as my blood burns your insides.

I head back up the stairs to wait out your transformation, wandering back into my room and catching your mistress stirring on the bed. She outstretches her hand up to her neck, rubbing at it soothingly to will the dull ache away. She must have heard my footsteps on the betraying wood because she sits up quickly and turns in my direction. Her heart palpated harshly in her chest, those delectable bosoms rising quickly with each shaky breath. I sigh; I may as well have a little fun as I wait for you.

She shrieks as I near her, curling herself into a ball in the middle of my bed. She is giving me such grand ideas. I crouch and pounce onto the black sheets like a wild animal, grabbing her fluently and slamming her into the mattress. She cries out, trying to fend me off but is absolutely powerless to do anything. “Where's Robert!” She yelps, tears flowing down her cheeks like small rivers. “He's . . . busy.” Your screams of agony can still be heard echoing through the house and she noticed them, her eyes growing large in fear. She writhed more, struggling even harder to break free from my iron tight clasp. “NO! Please, leave me alone!”

Her screams and fear begin to turn me on as her body writhes under mine as she struggles to break free. I groan, my eyes rolling shut as she jerks her pelvis into mine. I do enjoy a good struggle. I free one of her arms so that I gain control over my own hand, grabbing a hold of her dress and ripping it harshly from her body. The soft fabric begins to tear like paper and she panics even further. I rid the shreds of fabric from her body, leaving her in shear lace, nothing left hidden to the eye. I lick my lips, feeling a fiery warmth spread through my groin, my animal instincts trying to take over. I may be a monster, but I'm also a [I]man with desires. I drag the flat of my tongue across her face, fastening my free hand around her flailing arm again.

“That's it, keep resisting. You're making this so much more fun for me.” She screams at my words and I place meaningless kisses against the two puncture marks I inflicted earlier on her neck. “You can fight all you want,” I hush in her ear, “but there's nothing you can do now. Just take your fate as Robert took his and I promise everything will be just fine. What do I have to lie about?” Her body shook in quakes as her cries became stifled moans. She knows what I'm saying is true, even without compelling her to believe so. I nip along her naked collarbone, making her gasp as I trail light licks down the center of barely covered breasts and dragging my short nails down the slinky fabric covering her sides.

I smell her fear and her unwilling acceptance as her body gives under my deviant touch. She whimpers and still cries softly, but I hear small gasps of excitement as I venture down her body. I grasp one of her thighs, making her arch her leg as I bring my face to the juicy flesh. I inhale her scent deeply, letting out a staggered sigh before lapping at the pale flesh with my tongue. Since I don't have control over her arms, she continues to push me . . . or maybe she's urging me now. I'm actually unsure of the difference. I fasten my mouth around the plump flesh of her inner thigh, slowly sinking my teeth into her. She cries out, entwining her fingers into my hair and scratching at my scalp with her polished nails.

I'll take you slowly, but I'll surely take you under

Let your soul creep out of you as I tear you asunder

Rip into your flesh and drink you until dry

You'll fear, you'll hate me, but you'll never feel more alive

I hear footsteps behind me and I know that it is you. I almost forgot about you, darling. I want to look at you, but she tastes too good. The bed dips beside me and that is when I reluctantly stop sucking on her meaty thigh to look into your face. You look worn, but powerful. I know you must be hungry. You look down at your mistress with a famished expression on your face. You don't know what to do, but I shall teach you. “Robert!” Leanne exclaims, boring into your soulless eyes. You scoot up closer to her almost naked form, running your long fingers through her auburn tassels, bouncing the curls and watching the movement with your enhanced vision. I almost forgot that you are now adjusting to your heightened senses.

She can't stop staring at you; though you look like you, you are very much different. She must sense it with her puny human feelings. “Robert, what's happened to you?” You inhale her new scent, smelling me lingering on her body. You glance over at me with emotionless eyes; no feeling whatsoever. Perhaps to the untrained eye, but I see the gratitude in them. Your eyes travel down to my curving body as I still possess a hold onto Leanne. Those dark coal wells stop when they spot the crescent shaped mark etched in bleeding holes. I can see you flex, your desire running rapid for the nutrients.

I sit back and motion for you to taste. You hesitate; you must still be retaining memories of your human self and emotions. But don't worry, you'll forget them as I have, all in time. “Taste.” I urge you, curling my fingers around your arm. You look at my hand for a moment, before lifting your eyes to mine. “You're warm,” you whisper. I'm so glad to hear your voice again. “Of course I am; to you.” I travel my hand up your arm and around your shoulder, pulling your head towards me. You move your body in compliance as I urge your head down towards your woman.

Your physical and instinctual dilemma conflicts with your once human nature. You look at the blood with strange glances, knowing yet wondering what to do and if you should do it. I groan. I thought you would lose those pitiful thoughts and emotions once I turned you, but you are so mentally stronger; much stronger than I gave you credit for. I push you away gently so that you move out of my way and I hover my head in front of the oozing wound. I bite down into the flesh again, your mistress crying out in pain. I know you must care about her pain, but I also know that your vampiric emotions inhibit you from acting out against your concerns.

Once I've drawn the warm blood into my mouth, I let it sit in my cavity as I rear up. I forcefully grab you and hold your face still with my hands. You don't even flinch. Your eyes are locked onto mine as I crash my lips to yours, spitting the crimson into your mouth. Once you part your lips and take in my generous offering, I slip my tongue into your mouth. I've waiting so very long for you. I ignore your woman's baffled protest as I fight your silky tissue with mine. You don't push me away, you don't fight back; you just sit there and let me manipulate you. I pull at your hair as I kiss you feverishly, hungrily. We both mingle the remnants of blood around in our mouths and you growl deep in your throat. That is when I know your vampiric emotions are beginning to take over. I know you will lust for me soon enough, as the fresh human blood begins to course throughout your body.

I stop kissing you and gaze over at your mistress. She looks terrified, but God can I smell the desire within her. What a little freak she is. I walk my fingers up her leg, up to her thigh and up to the lace of her undergarment. I rip it off effortlessly and she yelps, trembling further and trying to shy her body from me; from us. I glance over and see you licking your lips at her. If your heart was still active, I'm sure it would be beating so forcefully right now. Everything is so new and exciting – that I do remember from when I was a newborn. “Go ahead, touch her.” I coo with a feral grin. You look at me sideways before extending your hand without hesitation.

You run your hand over her flesh and she flinches at your new cold skin. She feels like hot cream under your dancing fingers as you trace them along her breasts. The pink buds of her nipples instantly prick at your chilling touch and I can feel both of your arousals springing to life. I swear I can feel my dead heart beating in my chest because of you. You damn near push me off the bed as you pounce onto your mistress, laying flat on her. Her legs reflexively spread around you and I see you plunging towards her neck with your mouth. I quickly grab a fist full of your hair and you hiss at me as I stop you. “Easy.” I instruct, releasing your hair and sliding both my hands down your sides. You growl at me again, but it only turns me on further.

I begin to ignore what you're doing to your woman, but I know you are going right for her neck again when I see your face disappear within the crook of her neck and her face contorts into a mix of pain and pleasure. I take this opportunity to unfasten my pants, unwilling to wait any longer for this sweltering release. I've been waiting a rather long time to feel your insides, my love. I pull out my throbbing member; the only thing that seems to be alive in concerns of me anymore, and wrap my hand around the begging appendage.

You stop your ministrations on your female as I kneel on the bed behind you and rub myself, thumbing over my weeping slit and coating the head of my own erection. I'm so hot right now. Your eyes immediately fixate onto my cock as I rub my length slowly. The edges of your lips are dripping with blood, so I naturally look over at your victim to gage her state. She's gasping for air; you've drank too much. “Turn her.” I moan, continuing to please myself, moving my hand quicker up and down my shaft. You are still staring at my cock, as if you didn't hear a word I said. I stop touching myself and grab your face, jerking your face to look at mine. “Turn her, now.” I repeat more sternly. “Do you want her to fade from this world? If you wish to be with her forever, I suggest you turn her now before she dies.” I don't know why I even care. I want you all to myself, don't I? I must actually love you if I care enough to urge you to immortalize your own love.

When you don't move, I roughly jerk your wrist towards my mouth and sink my fangs into you. You hiss and reflexively push me down onto my back. It's nice to have someone able to dominate me for a change. “Do it NOW.” I grow viciously. You tense at the abrasiveness of my voice and look over at your dying love. You hover over her and tilt your wrist down, letting the blood trickle out of the puncture and puddle onto her lips. She cringes but you softly whisper to her, “Please, drink, darling. You and I will be together forever.” That was all the encouragement that silly woman needed before doing as she was told. She wrapped her hands around your arm and forced herself to drink your blood, whimpering in disgust as she did so.

I grew even more hard watching your relaxed face with your parted lips as she lapped at your wrist. I braced you from behind and shoved my hand into your pants. You hissed, snapping your teeth at me, but you didn't pry my hand out of your trousers. I found your treasure, wrapping my fingers around your girth and tugging at the pulsing stiffness in my palm. I feel your wetness seeping out from the tip of your penis, growling deep within my throat at the feel of your soft flesh in my possession. Leanne begins to scream against the burning in her body as your blood begins to take over her and eat her human side away. You look at her worriedly for a moment, then turn your head in my direction, glancing at me sideways.

“She'll be fine. In the meantime, let's play a little. I'm growing so tired of waiting.” I yank my hand from out of your pants and tear open your shirt savagely, pulling the shreds from your body. You turn to face me, us now both kneeling in front of one another next to your writhing woman. Your eyes are glaring at me, but it's only for show. I know you want me. I soothe my hand down your ripped chest and down those taut muscles of yours. You watch my ministrations as I tickle my way down past your navel and to your pants. As I go to cup your groin, you snatch my wrist in your hand and toss me onto my back again next to Leanne.

You flatten yourself against me and crush your lips to mine. I waste no time as I open my mouth and sucking in your tongue. You're an amateur with your fangs, letting them cut into my lips as you kiss me roughly. I hiss, but continue to allow you to kiss me as you wish. For what is pleasure without a bit of pain? Feeling anything surprises me lately.

Tear me, hurt me; make me yours in any way

Ravage me until the burning light of the day

I have felt nothing for too many long nights

Make me alive, alive – pain is one of my many delights

You claw at my clothed chest, slashing away the fabric of my clothes with your strong fingers. Red marks form down my chest once you pierce through my shirt and I can only smile into our kiss. You quickly dart for my erection that is still free from its confines, wrapping your hand around it and jerking me off vigorously. I moan at your roughness, but there is no way I'm going to have this turned on me – you are going to be mine; not the other way around. I was about to reverse our positions, but I felt a foreign hand gripping the sheets next to my arm. I break our kiss and turn my head. Leanne's fear stricken, sad face is staring right back at me – so very close to me. I actually feel a little sorry for the lamb.

You must still love her, because you abandon my body and hover possessively over hers, caressing her glistening face. I try not to feel jealousy; it's an emotion I'm not fond of, nor particularly care for. You kiss her quivering lips and slide your hands down her bare sides, cupping your hand around her plump ass and grinding your pelvis down into her. She whimpers, groaning out as her body continues to 'die'. I know you're trying to make it better for her. I simply left you alone on the couch as you transformed. Perhaps you do still possess a heart. I don't.

I crawl up behind you, placing my hands around your hips and tugging at your pants. You're too preoccupied with trying to settle the cries of your love that you don't protest. I successfully slide them down to your mid thigh, exposing your delicious ass to me. You don't really seem to care seeing as now your own torturous erection is rubbing up against the folds of your lover. Her legs are to the sides of you, her knees sinking further towards the top of the bed to grant you access to her pain-stricken body. What better way to divert pain than to cause it somewhere else – in a more gratifying fashion?

Her eyes close and I'm sure yours are closed too as your hips thrust up and down, grating against her flesh. I grow wetter at the sight and trace the curve of your ass with my fingertips. The silent room fills with moans and hitched pants. I could get used to this rather than the silence. I dance my fingers to the crevice of your sexy meat, slipping past the folds and feeling the exotic heat of your opening. That is when you flinch, growling back in my direction. I simply laugh deeply, prodding at your entrance with my finger. Before you have more time to protest, I sheath my finger inside of your body, letting your warm tunnel swallow it. You rear back, turning just enough to look at me with challenging eyes. Your only fighting your own urges by silently bidding me away. You know you want me too; and you know that I know. “Are you going to stop me?” Your eyes waver for a moment before you let out a soft sigh. You turn back towards Leanne, her shaking becoming less and less. She must be close to her new life; now she's moaning in pleasure from the feel of your arousal on hers rather than the tormenting agony of the death of her heart.

I see her wind her hands around your back as you begin to kiss her passionately, still carelessly neglecting your new fangs as they scrape against her lips. I add another finger into your tightness, scissoring your walls so that my scorching length would have little trouble entering you. At this moment, I'm sure you could care less what I have planned for you. I feel you raise your rear slightly, but it wasn't for me, it was to gain access to your woman's wetness. She moans as you slide yourself within her. I grow a little angry, but ignore the dreadful emotions. I pry my fingers out of your hole and wrap my hand around my erection, placing the engorged tip at your treasure, not waiting for confirmation as I push in an inch at a time – slowly.

You moan loudly into Leanne's mouth, breaking contact and letting your head slide into the crook of her neck. She opens her eyes and looks into my dark irises, her piercing crystal blue eyes burrowing into me. You raise your ass into the air, making your lover fasten around your waist tightly so you two stay linked together and your hands grappling at her bottom for more leverage as the base of my cock hits the rim of your spreading cheeks. As I begin my own rhythm, you stop thrusting into your mistress momentarily as we try and sync our bodies together. Once you feel as though you can move again, you thrust as I thrust, you move as I move. We are one, finally.

You arch your back inward, allowing me so deep into your tight walls. Your ass is so hot, so delicious as it eats my sex. My thick, hard cock slides inside of you as you slide within her. I don't mind; I'm getting what I want. You squeeze your cheeks around me, growling as your mistress begins digging her nails into your back. This makes me frenzied, making me pound into harder and draping myself against your back. I wrap my arms around you and Leanne both, fastening my hands onto her fleshy ass – making you release her and brace your hands against the bed – as I forcefully begin pounding into you. Our bodies become slick with perspiration – something I didn't think we could even do anymore – and I swear I could almost feel all three of our hearts beating rhythmically.

You clench even tighter around my body, crying out against the force of my cock. “Michael, I'm cumming.” You moan against your mistress' neck. I smile as you say my name. It sends shivers down my spine and I grind my pelvis into your ass erratically as I near my own sweet release. I hear Leanne's breath coming out in bursts, her own orgasm nearing. With a prolonging roar, you release your seed into your lover, her cumming shortly after. A few more tugs inside of your unbearably tight walls before I spill my hot liquid into your virgin body. I convulse somewhat as I pump my organ into you a few extra times, riding out my explosive orgasm.

I release my grip on Leanne and she falls to the bed, your love seeping from her as she now lays sprawled on the black sheets. You fall against her, sliding me out of your body and kissing her affectionately. You may have been mine and I may have planned on keeping you for eternity, but she is your true love. Perhaps one day the two of you will learn to love me as well. Not that I really care . . . I am hollow after all.

As dawn begins to break through the cracks of the thick curtain covering the lone window in my room, the three of us look towards it as it barely reaches past the fifth floorboard away from the way – a halfway stretch towards my bed. Dust particles float carelessly around in a smoky haze. I sigh, sliding down on my bed next to you and your lover, shutting my eyes as I rest on my back. No one speaks, no one makes a sound, but I am surprised when I feel a hand caress my chest, resting it where my heart used to be. I open my eyes to see you smiling over at me. I don't know why you are smiling; it's not because your mistress is curled up to you in between our bodies. Then why?

I think I can feel my heart beating under the palm of your hand.

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(A/N) I hope you all liked it!! I know it's different and I'm so sorry! I have no idea how to write a threesome properly XD Leanne, I surely hope you enjoyed that!! =D Please R&R everyone! Let me know what you think ^__^;