FALLON

Standing in front of my building, I turn around, observing the yellow car driving away as I take my key out. I can't wait to hit my bed.

Holding the key, I stretch my hand out, aiming for the keyhole. And then, everything goes south for me.

Like a blast of wind on flickering candles, the intense gusts of the ice-cold air hit and sweep my feet off the ground as something equally cold wraps itself around my body and over my mouth, blocking all sounds I tried to squeeze out of my lungs. Maybe someone's arms, hands, I think as I find myself spinning and whirling like being carried by a tornado up in the air, falling into the darkness of its vertigo. My eyes shut on their own. Am I flying? Floating?

I fear for my life, just wanting to live, praying to all and every God I can think of to stay alive. I can't breathe, but I still miraculously do.

And that feeling of scratching and fighting for my life feels so well-known to my being at this moment. Just as that touch on my body seems familiar, so familiar that it makes me dizzy and light-headed. My heart races, skipping many beats.

Slipping into the blackness, I hear the voice stopping me from fainting.

There is something about that voice, something I somehow know. But I don't know how or what it is. Or who it is, feeling too scared to dare to jump into discovering the secret of this paranormal happening.

"Fallon, open your eyes. Now!" The voice pierces sharply through my mind, making me freeze and drain the last of my power and strength, opposing to do what it asked. But it appears like order, so fucking much compelling and controlling over my will. He even knows my name.

I hate myself, standing so helpless, observing my determination bending and breaking.

"Open your eyes! Stay silent!" The voice walks through my thoughts again. I struggle against its dominance in vain, shivering under its coldness, hopelessly submitting to its commands. I am gone, so gone.

I blink once..., and I blink twice.

It is a male, judging by his voice.

"Don't be scared! I won't hurt you!" Another of his orders kicks into me. This time I don't even try to disregard it. All fear leaves my body, my heartbeat slows down, and my breathing gets perfectly even.

Avoiding to look at his face, I glance around, realizing we are high against some skyscraper, noticing glass and metal over the walls, on who knows what floor.

I look down, seeing his leather, black, shiny shoes standing on the narrow window sill. Then I drop my eyes down onto my feet, seeing an abyss opening beneath me, the mesh of city streets and lights looking so distant while blinking up at me. He holds me that high, dangling in the air.

Then he glides his hands from my waist and mouth onto my cheeks, still holding me firm. Somehow, I know he won't drop me. His fingertips burn my skin with their frosty touch.

"Look at me, Fallon!" Pulling me closer, tightening his grip over my face, he orders. And I do, wishing I didn't.

His eyes are glowing in the dark with neon light, an unnaturally color shade of mint green, and I know I'll never again search for monsters under my bed because here is the only one that matters. His eyes bore into mine, unblocking my mind to my horror, giving the face and reason to my nightmares.

So many lies, so much suffering seep into me as he reveals only a tip of an iceberg that lies hidden within my shattered mind.

Kate and Tisha were never my friends. I never enrolled in any college. Greg wasn't my cousin. Or Uma aunt of mine. The first time I saw New York was 99 days ago.

There was never Nick in my life..., as it was always him.

I know his name now, Sandor, also known as Sean.

Anything I say or do won't make the difference. He is powerful, and I am nothing.

My arms wrap around his neck and shoulders, my eyes drinking in his facial and bodily features that I so well know. And to my horror, my eyes welcome it all.

He said things would be different now, but I stopped hoping about us a long time ago.

He is beyond repair, and so am I.

His possessiveness of me was the only good thing, shielding me from other vampires.

At least, he never shared me like others share their slaves, the human bitches, as they call us.

FALLON

Many movies choose to promote vampires in a more or less romantic light, adding more humanity to them than they carry under their ghostly skin for real. There is nothing lovey-dovey about these monsters.

They are evil creatures, and that's it. I know them..., I lived among them, with them.

I even had one feast on me, and it included feeding on my blood and sexually abusing me regularly, multiple times every damn day for the past year and a half.

And Sean isn't the worst you can meet if you get to be that unlucky to meet them as I have been. There are much, much worse vampires than him, my Sean. Yes, I call him mine, call me stupid, call me an idiot, but I do. I guess that's that famous Stockholm syndrome.

Yet even the least evil one of that undead kind is only a bloodthirsty animal still, no matter male or female.

Vampires don't fly exactly, but they move so fast that it seems like they do to the human eye. They, though, can levitate, jump and climb high, being very agile and swift creatures. Their speed is untraceable, uncatchable to our sight. Their strength is enormous. But nothing beats their persuasion skills as those are beyond limits.

They will let you see what they want you only to see. And vamps can make you forget or force you into believing what they choose for your mind to imagine. They are that powerful.

These creatures are ferocious, arrogant, and cunning, regarding us, people, as less worthy, inferior species.

Forget the myths about vampires feeding on animals, or using blood banks, taking care not to harm humans. They prefer drinking blood from the living, breathing, the real, heart beating thing, us humans.

Every one of them, without exception, doesn't give a fuck about us or our feelings. And that includes someone as kind as Sean's friend Romilly, the one who tried to protect me from him but never reached that goal. She still couldn't resist the temptation of tasting me, my blood, and disobeying her inhuman nature.

And they will tell you it's all about survival of the toughest and them being on the top of every chain there is.

My eyes couldn't track the route he was taking as we moved places, and since I knew that, I never tried to look around, keeping my eyes shut, clinging to him so helplessly. I stopped trying ages ago with him about anything, beginning on the second day of my captivity. I accepted his ownership over me, letting myself go. If I wanted to live, I had to. And I wanted to survive.

All I did was follow his orders and wishes, accepting the role of his pet slave, doing whatever he wanted me to do.

If he was hungry, I stretched out my arm. If he was horny, I spread my legs wide. And he enjoyed every second of my submission. Fuck, so did I.

In the end, it was the best I could do for my survival, awakening possessiveness in him.

I did my best not to faint as he carried me around. His speed always made me dizzy.

When he finally stopped moving, I dared to think and look at him and our surroundings.

We were in something like a cellar, with no windows at all. Furnished to the high end with luxury bits and pieces, but not allowing any sunlight inside.

Crystal chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling, brightening the extravagance of this basement condo. Luckily, the air has had enough oxygen because of the ventilation system, spreading all over the walls.

This place had it all as all vampires, no difference, were rich, using their mind-compelling skills over us to accumulate their wealth. They could walk inside any bank, just asking for a million or two in cash, walking out like that was nothing.

The monster brought me into the spacious living room, landing me on the leather, red sofa. The slick, industrial-style club table already waited for me with a plate filled with food, plus the glass and a bottle of my favorite apple juice.

Sean or Sandor stood in front of me, motioning me to eat and drink, with his feet slightly apart, scanning over me with his already lustful eyes.

Vamps are always so horny.

He exerted his famous arrogant pose of the bloodsucker, crossing his arms over the chest while still not showing his fangs out to me. I did nothing to provoke him yet. But I probably will. Not that he needed the reason in the first place.

"Your new place? Nice as always." I looked sarcastically up at his, now aqua blue eyes, the ones he had when not irritated, making him look a lot more human. I smirked on purpose at him, and he returned the favor. If someone has seen us now, he might think of us as the perfect couple.

When our eyes locked, I felt those familiar shivers all over my skin, frightening and arousing me at the same time. I lowered my sight right after, squeezing my thighs.

I am still so pathetic in this creature's domineering presence because nothing changed.

Sean, the vampire, my slavemaster, still has me, looking as handsome and young as ever. He is pretty from the outside as much as he is a freak from the inside. And he keeps his distance from me, on purpose. I know why very well.

His attention was elsewhere with him in action, running around while holding me than standing still.

Now, his whole focus is on me, and he has problems keeping his fangs within his mouth when next to me. And his dick inside his pants.

Feeding on me or engaging in sexual activities were his favorite activities, usually nicely joined. Vampires and abstinence don't go along.

"Yes, I moved here after you. To keep an eye on you." His smooth cold voice gives me goosebumps like it always did.

No matter what Sean did to me or how his actions made me feel, I was so drawn to him, always wanting more. I tasted the curse of the vampire seduction and the variety of his sexual skills from the first moment he laid his hands on me, claiming me as his. There was no going back from there for me. It didn't make any difference that it wasn't a consensual act at first.

His charms of the supernatural being hooked me at once, twisting my will and my body to his likings.

"You were the one following me. And you arranged all of this. But why? Why did you let me go?" I ask, not daring to look at his eyes again.

So, he came from Rome to New York after me. He still didn't reveal to me why he let me go three months ago. Or why he made the illusion of a new life for me when he did, sending me to another continent, making me rich, granting my wish of becoming a painter. He even changed my accent from British to American for things to appear more credible.

Everything about him is an illusion, confusion, and trick for trapping me.

"So, you won't even look at me, I see... Yes, I organized everything, but I did it in a hurry. That's why you felt out of place. I let you go because I have a conscience. And feelings for you." Hearing my vampire master's answer, I bitterly chuckle. He even got me into the college, the fucking Parsons.

That memory of the beast between the sheets wasn't Nick, but him. And those bruises all over my body, he left. Chaining me up while having his way with me was giving him an extra kick of pleasure. It was him that I missed having sex with all this time. No man looked at me because Sean didn't allow them near me.

He still wants me, with the same intensity as before. And Sean never shares what is his.

FALLON

"You have a conscience? A monster like you? You've never shown any before. No conscience, no mercy, no regret! And feelings? You don't have any of that in you. You hurt me!!!" Trying to make a joke at first, I ended it in an accusatory tone, knowing I wasn't fair toward him, at least not quite completely.

The first few months were awful, yes. But he did show me mercy, not letting other vampires fuck me, though he let them do other things to me.

The more time I spent with him, the more emotions he was showing me.

And he protected me, thanks to his high status inside his coven, being their bloody leader.

It was me who couldn't accept having feelings for him, for his kind, not the other way around. I can't like the vampire, nevertheless fall in love with one.

"I did show you all of it. I had to hurt you! You know it was the only way to protect you from others. Don't you get it?" His voice gets low and unusually gentle, acting as he cares about me. But it only arouses my anger and resentment.

"But no one could protect me from you, you bloodsucking monstrous bastard!" Clenching my fists, I suddenly stand up from the couch. Ensuring eye contact, finally, I provoke him, making him furious.

"You should know better than to call me names, Fallon!" The black veins spread under his glowing green eyes, his fangs punch out as his temper rises. I know what comes next. It makes me sick of how well I know him. I'm ashamed of how close to him and addicted I feel. But then, it occurs to me.

"You called me Fallon. Not Hope! So, you believe me now?" I feel tears stinging my eyes as I pop up that question. The only lie of mine he ever believed in was my false name, my fake identity. Hope Douglas, that fucking name was the reason behind it all, behind all sufferings he made me go through. And he left me no choice but to keep on with my lies.

"I knew your true identity from day one, but to keep you safe, I took you as a pet, never told you that I know. I released you after the danger was gone. But I can't let you go. My life is too long for that." His voice lowers dangerously, darkness takes over his complete expression, and he steps in my direction slowly like not wanting to scare me.

"You were protecting me... by hurting me? Is that what you are saying?" I thought he let me go because he felt regretful for lashing his revenge on the wrong human girl, an innocent one. But it seems that wasn't true. He has always known I wasn't Hope.

"Yes," he confirms, now striding toward me.

"Stay away from me! Please!" I screech like hoping that my pleading could stop him.

"Fuck, I want you back! You are mine, and you'll be mine forever! Mine till the end of time!" He only sounds menacing, demanding, making me blink in fear.

"What? What do you mean?" I step back, hitting the wall behind me, but not fast enough to escape his hands, already capturing me.

"I'll make you one of us! That's the only way!" I shiver with horror, hearing his plan about me, dreading the possibility of it becoming my fate. Being his bitch isn't what scares me the most, but becoming the vampire and living like one for eternity.

"No!!!" I scream, trying to break myself free from his grip. "I'll kill myself before becoming like you!" He might think he loves me, but love isn't this selfish. And I don't know how I feel about him. I hate him, but I'm also addicted to him. But will that change? Maybe I won't want him. Or he won't crave me anymore.

"I missed you. Just a little bit of your taste, I need it, I need you," Sean whispers as I brace myself for what comes next. The worst part of having sex with a vampire is getting your blood sucked out. But I feel his erection growing, spiraling my arousal, forcing me into surrender.

His hand wraps around my neck, tilting my head aside, his fangs piercing the skin on my neck, and we begin moaning with pleasure simultaneously.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Please, fuck me, Sean! Just fuck me!" I scream, feeling pleasure and pain, as my blood rushes into his mouth. His bloodsucking performance brings an intense desire to merge our bodies that we could never deny, awakening an addiction in both of us as usual. I want to feel Sean's hard, moving dick deep inside of me. And I always begged him something.

Sometimes to kill me, sometimes to fuck me, moaning, not sure what I want more in a moment. The one always follows the other. The feeding and the fucking.

The blood-drinking ritual works the best when combined with sex, intensifying the pleasure of both acts.

My insides ache for him as my hands start gripping at his body, drawing him closer. We know each other all too well. Our bodies crave one another.

I'll provide him what he needs to live, my blood that he always described as especially sweet. And while he feeds on me, another kind of ecstasy, very similar to an orgasm, will shake my body to the extreme, the poison of the so-called vampire kiss entering my system.

Feeding on me while fucking me was the next best thing after seeing two vampires in love. And he never had the luck to be the one. He never was in love with Margot.

That's what Sean used to say when talking with Romilly. He never talked about anything like that with me.

Suddenly remembering Margot in a millisecond, I try pushing him away. Margot and him, and me as their toy. But his hands seize me harder, pulling me closer to him. The memory of that vampiress maybe means nothing to him now, but I remember what he let her do to me.

Shredding my clothes to pieces with his rapid movements, he acts so anxious to enter me. He lifts me, and I find myself pinned against the wall, already both of us stripped naked. His hands fasten mine, holding them above my head.

"Wrap your legs around me!" He orders, with his engorged length already at my entrance. I can't disobey him. I do what he asked, feeling his thick, big cock slipping fast inside of my already wet pussy.

"Oooh, Sean!" I gasp as he fills me, feeling his balls slam against my soft flesh. I am gone, I hate, and I love the way he makes me feel as he fucks me while sucking my blood. I could have never stopped him. I am his to do with me everything he wants to do.

"So tight and so wet for me," he murmurs through his mouth, glued onto my skin like a leach. One hell of a sexy leach.

His cold hands knead my breasts, my butt cheeks, widening my legs more open for him. Sean leaves me no room to breathe as his every thrust slams me against that wall harder and faster. With my heels pressing over his haunches, I am bringing him closer, pushing him deeper inside me.

"Scream my name! I want to hear you as I fuck you. Scream, Fallon!" He orders again, and I scream like hell.

With his every thrust going deeper and harder within me, I moan and cry out his name. He is still sucking on my neck, drawing my blood out. But I know he'd stop soon.

And he does, licking away the last drop of blood from my skin as he fucks me without any reservations, so unstoppably. Slamming his dick in and out of me while his fingers pinch and twist my nipples in his usual rough way, I writhe and squirm in pleasure under his wild assaults. Then his fingers go down, finding my already over-sensitive clit, rubbing it in circles, making me moan and pant in sweet agony, bordering with pain.

I was always on the edge of something with him. And often, he would make me cross it and fall over the cliff.

My walls start to clench and tense around him, my insides shaking uncontrollably as my fingers rake through his hair. I have always liked his hair.

I feel his whole body tensing against mine, his cock jerking wildly inside of me as we come together.

Groaning, letting his undead seamen load my insides, with his shaft still twitching within me, he cups my face.

"Oooh!" I exhale the breath I was holding as his cum fills me up. I look up at his eyes. He has no clue...! He doesn't know anything about the secret I'm holding inside.

"Forgive me for everything, please," he mutters, for the first time doing something he never did so far. His lips land on mine, his tongue enters my mouth. Sean is kissing me for the first time, and I mean ever.

Forgiving him hasn't slipped my mind yet.

I want him to suffer as I did.

But my secret burdens my soul, dragging me into forgiveness. I should tell him. I really should.