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Title: Infinity

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Infinity

Summary: Darkward entry. In a new town, Bella Swan had no idea she'd find her life completely altered in the darkness through her next door neighbor. "No limit. No breaking point. It went on forever. I would have done anything for him." : AU

Preface

POV: Bella

I heard the shutters rattle again, my hands clenching in fists in front of me at the noise. I turned my head from the rose patch beneath me to the blue house next door, the window shades still swinging slowly. Sighing, I shook my head and ignored the paranoid thoughts of the peeping tom neighbor I had acquired last month when I had moved here.

Despite the wariness I felt I kept my gaze trained on the window, unsure of what I was peering around for but wanting to look all the same. The blinds moved again, as if a gust of wind had disturbed them, and I squinted my eyes, able to see a dark blur pass behind the glass quickly. I ground my teeth together, growing irritated. Who did he think he was?

It had been like this every day since I arrived. All of my neighbors had come and introduced themselves to me – all except for him. I had never met, heard, or even seen him. All the kids in the area knew better than to go near the house, and all the adults shied away from conversing about it. The only difference between them and myself was that I had to endure this torture daily. I couldn’t even wonder why the previous owners of my house had wanted to leave so quickly, but I could only imagine this incessant psychopath was a driving purpose.

Many times I'd wanted to walk over there just to introduce myself and see exactly who this reclusive neighbor was, but something always stopped me. The uninviting way he'd isolated himself was enough to keep me away, and I knew that there must be a reason as to why no one in this town spoke of him. But when I heard the shutters knock against each other once again, my aggravation overpowered my concern. It had happened more than I cared to count, and yet I hadn't managed to do anything about it thus far. But despite whatever I had or hadn’t heard about him, I was going to put an end to his mindless peeping.

I stood, wanting to get this over with once and for all, and wiped the dirt off of my apron. Slipping it off, I threw it on the barrel and turned to walk over to his place when the phone rang inside. Cursing at another unfortunate distraction, I ran inside and fumbled to find the phone.

“Hello,” I panted once I found it, not bothering to check the number before answering.

“Bella!” I heard Lauren’s voice shrill the phone and I sighed, already wondering how I could get her off the line.

“Hi Lauren. What can I do for you?” I asked politely, as well as quickly as I could, the unwelcome call keeping me from meeting the neighbor.

“Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out with Angela and me tonight, ya know?” she answered quickly, possibly trying to coerce me into another night with the girls from the office. I hadn’t made much progress in the social department at work, but there was only so much time I could spend with the same people.

I sighed, glancing at that familiar blue house out the window as I tried to think of a quick excuse.

"Sorry, Lauren," I spoke quickly, not wanting to lose my nerve before I had the change to walk next door and give a piece of my mind to the nosy neighbor. "I'm busy." I cringed at how forced it sounded.

Her suspicion was audible. "With what?" she asked, trying to pawn her tone off as curious. She was well aware I didn't know many people here - saying I was busy wasn't exactly realistic. I tapped my fingers against the counter impatiently, unsure of how to answer her as I glanced at the house once again.

“I was invited to my neighbor’s house,” I clipped, my foot bouncing and the pad chaffing against the carpet.

“Neighbor?” She sounded stunned, surprised. She knew exactly whom I was referring to. I frowned and let out another sigh.

“Yes. The neighbor. He’s invited me over and is expecting me right away, so I have to run. I’ll talk to you later though, okay?” I listened briefly as she called out my name to stop me, but I had already hung up and dropped the phone back onto the charger. I rushed to the foyer and chanced a peek at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked presentable, before turning to the front door and walking outside.

I stood on my porch, glancing at the dark home next to mine, an eerie feeling beginning to creep up in my stomach as I started to walk down the steps. Something wasn’t right about him, but I was about to find out just what that involved.

I gulped, swallowing my nerves before taking the few necessary steps down the sidewalk towards his house. I kept my head held high, knowing he was probably watching me at this very minute and wanting to appear fearless. How bad could he actually be? I glanced around the cheery neighborhood, laughing to myself. He couldn’t be dangerous. Not around here.

I climbed up the rickety porch steps, my hand shaking as I lifted it and pounded on the front door. I stood perfectly still, hoping to hear some movement within, but there was nothing. I re-lifted my arm, ready to knock again when I heard the lock slide back, the door slowly creaking open.

It inched gradually until it bounced lightly against the doorframe behind it. I frowned when I saw that there was no one standing there, waiting to greet me. I peered around, confused. Who had opened it, and more importantly, where had they gone?

“Hello?” I called into the darkness. All that was lit was a single torch-like lamp on a table against the left wall, near the stairs. The layout of the house was incredibly similar to mine, I noticed, as I entered cautiously. I briefly wondered if the wind had blown the door open and no one was home, but quickly dismissed this idea after remembering the shaking blinds on the window and how the deadbolt had been unlocked. Someone was here.

“Hello?” I called again as soon as I was inside, wondering whether or not I should just turn around and leave, but the door slammed shut forcefully behind me, causing me to jump. I stopped the shriek in my throat as I turned back to it to see a tall, deathly pale man standing in front of it. His eyes were set down to the floor, his frame seeming to shake slightly, and I gasped as I took a step back, only to bump into the staircase railing behind me.

“He-hello?” I stuttered, squinting as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. The man stood unmoving only a few feet away from me, and although no one had said anything aloud to me about what he looked like, I could immediately tell that this was the neighbor. He released his death grip on the doorknob, raising his head only slightly. His features were hardly distinguishable, but the light cast from the dim lamp was enough to let me see a pair of striking black eyes staring straight at me, a dangerous expression appearing on his ghostly face. I tried to stumble back but the rail stopped me from moving any further, and I quickly scrambled for something to say.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, his eyes narrowed so minutely I thought I had imagined it. I took the moment to taken in his appearance: matted reddish hair drawing across the air and his forehead, a scowl adorning his lips as if he were holding back a snarl, and alabaster skin reflecting the insignificant illumination we had.

I coughed and snapped out of my staring, knowing I had already barged into his house and that I had to make peace and figure this mysterious man out.

“Hello?” I tried once more, standing tall and staring him dead in the eyes. A chill ran down my spine as he scowled when he sniffed the air suddenly. His entire face seemed to darken in disgust as his eyes narrowed further. “I-I’m Bella Swan.”

He ignored my greeting and took a step closer, a deep sound rumbling in his chest. ‘Did he just… growl at me?’

I froze, almost thinking that if I didn’t move, it wouldn’t upset him, but I was sorely mistaken. His eyes shut as he reached out, grasping onto a table sitting in the entryway in an obvious attempt to keep him from moving any further. His fingers splintered the wood as my eyes widened, and I wondered how the situation had turned into him being the angry one.

“I’m your neighbor,” I said languidly, testing the waters. “I moved next door about a month ago?”

His face showed no recognition, his expression twisted into a pained grimace as he turned away, appearing to be holding in a deep breath.

“I wanted to come and introduce myself,” I lied, my voice quivering, and I gasped as he turned back towards me, his irritation evident.

His eyes and face remained stoic as he watched me, without speaking or acknowledging what I had said. I gulped as the chills continued to run down my spine, continuous and disturbing. I wanted to drop my gaze and take back what I had just said, what I had just done, but it was too late. I was stuck.

The silence stretched until he shut his eyes and I felt the chills die for a moment, only to be brought back as he took a deep breath and shuddered.

"Why are you here?" He spoke slowly, as if deliberating over each word, his voice gruff and almost too low for me to hear. I leaned forward involuntarily, trying to catch what he was saying and avoid startling him at the same time.

I must've taken too long to respond, as he snapped his head up, his glare directed at me. "Why are you here?" he repeated, a dangerous edge to his tone. I tried to ignore the urge to run, knowing it would get me nowhere.

"I...I wanted to introduce myself," I said, my hands shaking at my sides. Any hope of me asking him about the peeping was long gone - I could barely stutter out my name, let alone accuse him of something.

His eyes showed a battle as I spoke, as if my presence was disrupting a deeper implication than I understood. He moved another inch closer, and I pressed myself further against the railing, intimidated.

“Why are you here?” he whispered darkly, so lowly this time I was sure he was speaking to himself. My beating heart pounded in my chest as he approached closer and closer until we were no more than a foot apart. I tilted my head to look up at him, mouth pressed into a hard line and a crease on his forehead cut off by his hair tossing down. I gulped, wishing I could read his expression.

"I'm here... I'm here because--” His eyes narrowed sharply, his nostrils flaring as I stood frozen near him. Trying to escape was pointless; he had moved an inch closer, dipping his head down until he was eye-level with me.

"Because?" He asked, his voice’s calmness a stark contrast to his face. I trembled.

“I-I hadn’t…” My voice trailed off as I shifted to the right, trying to wriggle my way out of the corner he'd backed me into. He inhaled deeply, an anguished groan escaping his lips and his hand reached out, grasping my wrist tightly to prevent me from moving any further. I gasped, trying to retract my arm, but what truly frightened me was the wild look his gaze had taken on. He stared at me for only a second longer before releasing me roughly, taking a large step back.

All I heard was a tormented roar, and I shut my eyes and threw my hands up protectively before there was calm and quiet.

After a moment, I peeked from behind my arms, wondering what had happened, but I was met with nothing. I gasped and dropped my arms, glancing around for the dark figure, but no. Nothing.

He was gone.

I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the chills strike once more, and a throb in my mind. There was no evidence of him: no sound, no sight, no feel. My eyes traced the hallway and the open living room, but nothing. I questioned my sanity and his existence: had it been real? Had I imagined it all? It was too much, and I slowly made my way back toward the front door, watching my surroundings for any changes. Just as my hand touched the doorknob, I turned once more and noticed the splintered wood of the table.

The throb increased, spreading throughout my entire being, a dull pain. He was real, and every nerve and sense of mine warned me of the dangers lurking in this house.

Finally gaining full movement of my limbs, I grabbed hold of the doorknob, yanking it open. Sunlight flooded the dark room, my vision temporarily blinded as I stumbled onto the porch. My hands gripped the rail tightly as I made my way down the few steps, not stopping until I reached the edge of his overgrown lawn. My breathing was ragged as I stared back at the house incredulously, a thousand thoughts running through my mind.

What had just happened? Who was he, and why in the world had he acted like he did? To my knowledge I had done nothing to offend him, and yet he'd looked at me with such intense, unexplainable fury; it was incomprehensible. He was the one who had been peeping - why hadn't I stepped in and called him on it? Why hadn't I done anything besides stand there, shaking in my boots like a little girl?

I glanced up, the window shades shaking again, and as I continued to breathe I was reminded of why I was so aggravated in the first place. I inhaled deeply twice, hoping to calm the tremors that were currently vibrating through me. I couldn't go home and let him continue playing this game; now that I knew what I was facing, I felt prepared.

Discarding all thoughts of his menacing words and dangerously terrifying face from my mind, I turned back, stomping up the steps for the second time that day. Determination flooded through me as I marched forward, not bothering to stop and wonder where my new bout of courage had come from. I just wanted to know more than what I had seen. I could feel his death-like grip on my wrist, the bruising already somewhat visible. I craned my neck around, and after making sure no overly curious neighbors were loitering around and watching me, I rammed the already unlocked door in. It hit the wall with a thud and I entered, ready to confront who, or what, I would find.

The room was in shambles when I walked in, even more so than before. Cracked wood littered the ground and the single lamp's bulb had shattered, leaving the foyer in pitch- blackness. I stepped gingerly around the mess, wondering how he could've caused so much damage in only a few minutes, but it took only seconds to realize that he wasn't like anyone else. He was inhuman in a sense - his isolation only furthered my point.

I heard a loud crash coming from the second floor, followed by a tortured cry that echoed down the empty hallways, ringing in my ears. I lunged over the debris, taking the steps slowly, my back pressed up against the wall as I moved. I heard more groans, and as I reached the top step I was able to see one room with the door halfway open. I froze, my fear returning as I watched a dark blur storm past the opening, tossing anything and everything in its path.

I sighed. What was I doing? I was about to walk into a room with a potentially dangerous psychopath and confront him. Yet the only way I seemed to be able to move was forward, something I became bluntly aware of as I moved closer to the door. His onyx eyes were the first thing I saw, a crazed look in them as I stepped foot inside the room. He stopped dead in his tracks, letting the object he was holding drop to the floor and break into small pieces.

"You don't listen very well, do you?" he asked through gritted teeth, his face contorting into a grimace as he sucked in a breath, holding it.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t respond. His presence caused a ripple effect throughout my body, one that confused me beyond anything in my life had ever done before. As soon as he was out of sight, I was calm and my confident self; but the moment we were within observable distance, my entire body clenched in fright and submission.

“Well?” he gnashed out breathlessly, glaring at me. Still I stood without a response. He straightened tall and threw his head back, letting the air leave his body forcefully through his noise. At that moment he looked nothing short of a predator, and I felt no better than the prey.

My flight instincts kicked in, and though part of me wanted to stay far away from this enigmatic man, I knew something too… powerful would take place. I couldn’t. I took a tentative step back, ignoring the pulsing in my ear, and held my hand out behind me, feeling for the door. Instead of the knob, a strong sting took my skin as I hit the chipped edge and cut myself on a protruding splinter of wood.

In the following seconds, I couldn’t have described the tangible change in atmosphere even if my life had depended on it.

As my blood trickled down my wrist and to the floor, another roar escaped the beast in the room, and I screamed in fright as I found myself pinned to the door behind me by a solid frame. It snapped shut with a crack, the hinges creaking from the pressure, and I gasped when I realized it was the neighbor holding me against the door, my feet several inches from the floor, with only his body.

I froze and fought the cold sweat threatening to escape, his muscled structure nearly crushing me as his forehead rested on my shoulder, hands placed against the wall at my waistline. He shook his head slightly, his nose running along the top of my breasts and breath casting goosebumps along every inch of my skin. My hands trembled and the stinging increased as he lifted one hand and interlaced his fingers with mine, bringing both hands up in between us to look at them. A growl escaped his chest again and he pressed me harder into the door.

The knob rammed into my lower back, causing me to gasp in pain. The man hardly seemed to notice; it was as if I wasn't even pinned up against him anymore, his thoughts appearing to be miles away as he stared at the gash. I whimpered as he lifted his forehead away from my skin, his face donning a wicked grin. He inhaled deeply again, his eyes darkening to an impossible black with the motion, and I could hear the wood split behind me from his handprints. He shifted, using one hand to position my own in front of his face and tilted his head back in agony, pain marring his features.

"So sweet," he murmured quietly, pensively. I tugged on my arm gently, trying to recoil it, but he held firm and breathed deeply, an emotionless, bitter chuckle escaping his lips.

"So tempting." His voice was no louder than a whisper. I drew in a shaky breath, biting my lip roughly to restrain my screams. Would anyone hear me? My eyes darted around the room; there were no open windows. I was currently pressed up against the only door. I was trapped.

"Just a taste," he continued as if I wasn't even there. He was debating. Contemplating. Making a decision on something I was unaware of. I writhed beneath him, kicking my legs in an attempt to find solid ground, but all I could feel was air.

A mangled cry filled the room. "Just one," he said, his voice quivering as the struggle returned. The fire was slowly dying in his eyes, but as his head snapped back up to look at me, I knew it was only a matter of time until it returned again at full force.

Slowly, my bleeding finger was edged to his face, and I whimpered as it approached his waiting mouth. He poked his tongue out and licked his lips, almost as if he was going to taste my blood, and my entire thought process created scenarios of disgusting defeat at the hands of a cruel beast of death. One word foolishly came to mind.

Vampire.

And it was his turn to freeze, his body tight and rigid against me as his eyes narrowed and I was pushed further into the wall, gasping as I felt something rubbing against my stomach. My finger continued its path until it touched his chin, and my eyes grew wide at the ongoing bleeding. With a quiet leisure he forced my finger to trace his jaw, his eyelids fluttering in what appeared to be near ecstasy. I watched as my blood stained his skin, covering his sharp jaw line until it looped around and circled his cheek.

I knew better than to let my mind drift, to take in the strong arms holding me and the devious face inches away from my room, the erotic sight of my blood marking this beautiful, deadly creature. His grasp on my wrist tightened and he bucked his hips hard against my stomach, causing me to whimper from the force, and I couldn’t believe the ache that had begun to build inside of me from the sheer crackling heat in the room.

His lips came to my ear and seethed, “What did you just say?”

I shivered and tilted my head away from his mouth, only to realize that I’d extended my neck to him. He pushed his body hard into mine and groaned, letting his free hand roam up my sides and to my neck, where his nails gently pressed against my pulse point.

“You do not fucking mark me,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “Your blood is not marking me.”

Once more I was left without a response, waiting for whatever demise awaited me at the hands of this creature. I wouldn’t have called one irrational had they told me he was a vampire willing to drink my blood as his other hand continued to trace the enduring seep on his clean cheek.

“How I wish I could, oh how I wish I could,” he responded, as if reading my thoughts, and then his tongue replaced his fingers at my neck as he lapped at my skin roughly.

Fear should've been flooding through me. I should've wanted to run, scream, fight - anything but stand there and yearn for more. He was dangerous, unbalanced and terrifying, and yet I couldn't move. I arched my back instead, my free hand grasping onto his shoulder tightly as I felt him nip at my collarbone, testing himself. Seeing how far he could go until he met the breaking point. I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut, the draft that came from the cracked window chilling me to the bone.

He lifted his head as I trembled in his embrace, the corners of his lips twisting into a tortured grin. He dropped my bleeding hand, one of his arms holding me firmly to the wall, the other hand ran across my stomach a low groan echoing throughout the empty room. "You think you can come in here and get away with this?" he sneered, never breaking eye contact. "You think you can destroy everything I've worked for?"

I whimpered as his grip tightened. I struggled to inhale, shakily drawing in a breath before he took his hand, placing it over my heart. Every beat, every pulse seemed to deepen the longing he was currently fighting that was written across his face.

"I won't let you," he growled, his arm winding around my waist, pulling me against his inhuman body and taking a step away from the door.

“What did I do?” I found myself speaking without thinking, my words stuttered out and quiet. He froze and kept me locked against him, eyes pensive and hard. His breathing had stilled and he appeared a statue - a gargoyle. Death. Death at his hands was all I anticipated. Another growl erupted from his chest, but before I could blink, I found myself below him, pressed down against a mattress that had been thrown in the corner.

His limbs locked me in as he gripped my wrists and straddled my waist, his nose trailing down along my jaw line as he took precautious pants, gulping me into him. He found my ear, his cold breath stinging my skin.

“You,” he hissed. “You, with this… smell.” He groaned and I shuddered as he licked at me again. “God, you smell so good. Ambrosia. Sweet, toxic ambrosia.”

I couldn’t understand him, but the creeps down my spine intensified as he crushed me with his weight, constricting around me as he continued to sense my every fiber with his entirety. I felt so exposed even though I was dressed, hidden from him with the weakest of defenses. As soon as I thought it, a furious roar flowed and I screamed as I found my clothing being ripped from my body.

He was standing above me now, eyes roaming my flustered state. I had no mind to wrap my arms around myself, knowing it was no use - that I truly didn’t want to regardless. His eyes on me were so…powerful. Calling. Taunting.

His anger seemed to ebb slightly as he looked over me, an unrecognizable emotion flashing across his face. Beneath the fierceness of his stance and the glare he gave, I could see confusion. Want. Lust. The need for contact. His weight pressed against me, the dust that had gathered around the room peppering the air as I shifted carefully, almost afraid to move. The mattress dipping down with his weight as he leaned forward, his tousled hair falling in his eyes as he continued to look me over.

A frigid hand ghosted up my stomach, tracing my ribs, brushing my breasts and trailing up my arms until it came to a rest at my side. His hands supported his weight on either side of my head as he chuckled humorlessly, his thumb stroking my cheek more gently than I imagined possible for him. I gasped, feeling the heat spread across my face. His eyes darkened at the sight, his tongue licking his lips absently as he caught his breath once more, his arms shaking as he tried to hold himself up.

"So tempting," he said, his voice weakening with his desire. His current position only fueled the blood pooling in my cheeks, and I cursed the automatic reaction as he growled.

Our foreheads touched and his eyes blazed as he huffed, aggravated. “So lucky… you’re so. Fucking. Lucky.” His voice was a strangled hiss, as though my entire being caused him great anguish and desire. I shuddered and lifted my arm, pressing it against his clad chest in attempt to push him off of me, to distant my own need.

But my neighbor was nothing short of indestructible and immovable. Otherworldly. He stayed still against my force, and I relented as he started to nip at my neck. I moaned as he lowered his body closer to mine, meshing us together as he persisted his tasting. I felt raw and bitter as I realized how exposed I was to him and his untrained hold over me.

He growled against my skin and suddenly my mind shot blank as his hand shot up, cupping my breast and molding it in his hand. I moaned again, embarrassed at how the sound reverberated off the blank walls but he hardly seemed to notice, his tunneled vision caught up in the moment. I pushed against him once more, trying to gain some kind of upper hand on the situation, but my attempts were futile. He pressed me back into the mattress, the springs creaking and groaning with our combined weight as he licked and kissed up my jaw, his teeth grazing my ear, his hand continuing its motions and making it harder for me to focus.

Trying once again to not seem completely hopeless I moved my hands to the front of his shirt. He eyed me carefully, watching my fingers fumble for the row of buttons that seemed nearly impossible to undo. My hands shook as I tried for the third time to get the button through the loop before he sat up, bringing me with him. He wasted no time in ripping his own shirt off harshly, the shreds landing on the floorboards with my own destroyed clothing. I was pressed back down again, his form towering above me, commanding my full attention.

His skin was a lucid pale, catching the broken moonlight from outside. I hadn’t even realized how much time must have passed in our deadlock. His form was lanky and undefined - loose and long-limbed. My breathing hitched as he smirked, a blood-curdling grin that made my heart race and my body perspire. His eyes sharpened, and just as with his shirt, his pants were ripped and we were both bare and pure in front of the other.

I gaped as the room crackled in the intensity of the moment. Desire, lust, fear, danger.

He kneeled over me, arms dropping by my head. I gasped as his teeth glinted in mocking, bringing them down over me to my nipple. My gasps turned into pants as he laid kisses and began sucking the rosy bud. My hands shot out of their own accord and grasped his hair, holding him to me. I heard him groan, as if he were tasting a delectable dish, a rare delicacy he could live off of until his final days. Something to be savored on his deathbed.

His lips ghosted above my skin as he chuckled. “You have no idea,” he whispered before moving to the other peak and tugging it between his teeth.

I clung to him, allowing myself to become caught up in what he was doing despite what my mind was telling me. I felt him chuckle, his breath chilling my skin and sending my heart into spasms. I opened my mouth in order to stop him but my words caught in my throat as he continued to bite, making me moan aloud. He narrowed his eyes at me, lifting his head from my chest.

"You want this just as much," he pointed out, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. I gasped as he returned his lips to my breast, sucking and nipping before moving his body down, leaving a trail of kisses down my torso. I writhed beneath him, his hold on me unbreakable, and the look in his eyes told me not to try. My fingers released his hair, wasting no time in grasping onto his shoulders as he kissed his way back up, making the circuit three times before my patience wore thin. Thoughts ran through my head of what he would do once he was finished teasing me, but I became instantly alert when he chuckled darkly again, a bemused smirk on his face.

"See?" he whispered, his teeth grazing my collarbone again. "You want this." I opened my mouth, although I wasn't sure what I would say, had I found the ability to speak. I wouldn't contradict him. His wicked grin grew more pronounced as he slid down my body, every inch of him pressed against me.

“Decisions, decisions,” he chuckled bitterly as he kissed a path down my stomach. My mind raced, not believing what he was going to do, though I had no doubt in my mind as he inched closer and closer. Soon he was breathing over me, the cool air sending spikes through me as it fanned over my growing arousal, his eyes speculative and debating.

And then it dawned on me - what he was searching for. Did he want my blood… or my body?

His fingers tightened on my hips, clamping me down, as he hissed with his nose pressing against me. I jumped at the contact, bucking my hips against his face with a cry. He growled, holding me still, before darting his tongue out.

I cried out again as he touched me, licking me in one, full swipe. He paused as I took in sharp breaths, looking at him with glazed eyes. His brow was creased, eyes shut tight, battling over which he preferred - exactly which he desired more.

He appeared tormented as he remained still, pensive. His hands loosened their hold on me but I couldn't find the will to move, the heat flooding through me unbearable. His eyes slowly blinked open, indecisiveness present, although he seemed to have made his choice for the time being. He gulped, realigning his focus before leaning in once again, placing a kiss on the inside of my thigh. I whimpered, trying to shift my body so he was back where he was, earning a chuckle from him.

"Eager," he pinpointed, his confidence back. I exhaled sharply as he licked me again, growing more comfortable with what he was doing. My senses heightened, my head pounding and my ears ringing. I didn't understand how he could have such an effect on me, but I didn't have time to question it as he continued his movements, his tongue swirling around me, slowly driving me closer to insanity. I couldn't understand it; he was wonderfully dangerous and enigmatic. Why was I condoning it?

"Because you want it too," he murmured before diving back in, stealing any hope of me ever catching my breath. I dropped my head back against the mattress, the feelings washing over me in waves.

I felt his fingers probe me as he continued to lap at me, my entire body shaking with this need he was sedating. I felt like I was on fire, burning from his icy touch. I was dangling on a thread, hanging over an abyss, and my mind couldn’t decide whether this pleasure was surely a delight or a form of masochistic torture as he brought me to the edge only to remove me each time swiftly.

It was vengeful, dangerous, striking, and I felt rather than heard his chuckles vibrate against me. It broke my body and mind’s barriers until the cracking point had arrived, and I was so close to falling into the abyss threatening to suck me in--

But before I experienced that epitome, he was slithering up my body, groping and nipping wherever he pleased, back to torturing me - as if my existence required revenge.

“So smart,” he cooed as his lips pressed against mine forcefully. I tasted myself on him, groaning as he took control and meshed our mouths together in a battled dance where I stood no change of winning. His hands gripped my breasts and squeezed hard, and I found myself loving the dark dominance he held. He growled against my lips and narrowed his eyes. “This isn’t about you. This is about fucking me.”

I gasped as he tugged at my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers, and as he gnawed at my neck, leaving no chance for breaking any skin.

“You want to taunt me? Huh? Tempt me?” he growled as he bucked his hips into mine, and I whimpered as I felt him at my entrance. I shook my head, confused and needy and ready to explode. He stopped moving and waited a moment for me to calm. Once I was nearly sniveling beneath him, he grinned maliciously. “If you want to have that power over me, then I’ll just have to make you mine, won’t I? Fuck you until you are fucking mine? Is that what you want?”

I nodded desperately, unsure of what to say, what he meant. And then I felt it.

Any hope of taking control of the situation flew out the window at that moment. I gasped loudly, clutching onto him tightly, not bothering to care about how desperate I appeared as he thrust into me, showing no mercy. It was as if he was trying to prove himself; as if he was trying to show his power over the situation through his swift movements. I cried out, biting my lip roughly, almost afraid as I widened my eyes to see his determined, angry expression above me.

"Is this what you wanted?" he said, a guttural moan erupting from deep within his chest as he let his eyes shut. His hands fell on either side of my head, suspending him above me as he continued to move within me. "Is it what you came back for?"

I couldn't form a coherent thought, my mind finally catching up with my body. I was far past objecting, and the wild smirk on his face told me that he knew this.

His thrusts became stronger, harder, faster, breaking me in as he stretched me and hit spots anew. And this time, he didn’t slow or tease. He was claiming me, showing me that he could indeed control me through the most primal of ways, and that I’d be stuck in this endless loop.

No limit. No breaking point. It went on forever. I would have done anything for him.

He stilled his movements as he struck once harder into me, and that bubbling desire deep down exploded around me in a thousand sparks as I screamed out, covering his victorious laughs, and just when I thought the pleasure was gone, he was back to moving inside of me.

Hours must have passed, but my neighbor showed no signs of drain or fatigue, and I had no sense of time anyway. All I felt was him, consuming my entire being, showing me that whatever happened, I held no more control. I tried to fight back, letting it wash through me, but I was too far in - drowning in his presence and his sensations.

“Oh God…” I panted as another impending spark ignited, shaking me for what I hoped was the final time of this delicious torment. His chuckles increased as he began to move at inhuman speed and my arms wrapped around him as I supported myself.

“And now,” he said between thrusts, a strain in his voice indicating that this might have been affecting him more than I thought, “you’re going to come again. On me. Because you. Do. Not. Fucking. Control. This.”

He slammed into me with each word, the force shackling me to him, and soon he was circling my sensitive spot as he rubbed himself convincingly inside me, drawing me to a final peak I hoped I’d survive. The sheer vigor of our push and pull put my body on a pedestal that threatened to break beneath me, shattering any sense I’d have left.

With one final thrust, he stilled with his fingers gripping my hips roughly, his pelvis smacking my sensitive spot, sending me over the edge with him. I screamed as I bit on his rock-hard skin he snarled into the air, hair tousling like a wild beast.

He collapsed on me, both of us panting though the restriction of his weight began to cause a haze in my brain.

Soon he was lifting himself off of me and straddling my hips again, a macabre beam on his face. He inched closer until his lips were pressed against mine before he spoke.

“And that’s just the beginning, temptress,” he chuckled. And then he was gone, leaving me alone in the dark room and only his dark laugh behind. A final chill ran down my spine as everything caught up to me, and the consequences of my actions became clear.

I was this dark creature's new toy, forever. Eternity. Infinity.

Bronzehairedgirl620: Hope you all enjoyed it! We’ll post a notice when voting for the Vampfic contest starts. And thanks, as always, to Leon, who dealt with my indecisiveness and told me what I wrote wasn’t awful. He made this fic happen.

Leon McFrenchington: Bronze is so fuckawesome. Thanks for humoring me again, Bronze. And for putting up with wonderfully awkward, yet rewarding, convos about this fic. Please review!

We will be continuing this fic after the contest ends in December.