#vampire Elvis

[dreamingofep]

I’m having a totally normal Saturday night🫣🫠

Elvis please come here I need you😅

[takincareofbusiness]

Charlie Hodge, "Elvis loved to watch Lisa Marie playing around Graceland. One of her favorite games was to race the golf carts over the little hills and across the pasture behind the mansion, scattering the horses in front of her. She would race the carts up and down the driveway in front of the mansion with fans craning their necks over the stone wall to watch and wave. One of the yard men told Elvis one day, "You had better speak to her about racing that thing. She's going to get hurt one of these days. "Well, she's going to have to learn those things for herself, sooner or later," Elvis said.

Lisa Marie had a way of bugging Elvis that he never did get on top of. She would start calling him Al-vis instead of Elvis. He would try to correct her. Patiently. "It's El-vis, honey. Not Al-vis, you can say that." She would try again and make the same "mistake." She knew what she was doing.

[elvisabutler]

watch the smoke pour out the doors

summary: elvis presley, the real elvis presley, not whatever they like claiming is the man should be dead. at the very least he should be looking about two decades older than the man in front of you. and yet. elvis presley wishes the las vegas hilton- formerly the international- was a pile of rubble or ash. he enlists your help after a chance meeting. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley x female reader word count: 8012 warnings: major character death! choking. stalking behavior. the colonel being the worst. being trapped in one place. general depression. elvis is an asshole in this. fade to back sex ( p in v ). kind of yandere elvis? blood. vampire bites and general vampire shenanigans. mention of burn scars. fire in relation to buildings. excessive use of nicknames like lil bunny and spitfire. author’s note: heed that first warning y'all. this does not have a happy ending. i've had this brewing since september/october of last year and it's partially based on @venus-haze's vampire elvis headcanons seen here. so what really stuck with me in her comment about the fact that she took "I’ve been playing this mausoleum for 1,000 years" and ran with it. i took bits and bobs from her headcanons and ta da. also the fire i reference happening in 1981 did actually happen. i hope y'all like this even if this ending is a doozy. y'all know the drill real elvis or austin elvis can be imagined- if the moodboard didn't clue you in. also for musical vibes i have literally only ever really truly listened to meant to be yours from the heathers musical. also i did not add a tag list because this is- this is a fic and i was not about to make any of y'all tumble into it without wanting to.

Las Vegas is hot and is so sun filled that you hate it. You've always hated it but that might not have been the city's fault. Once upon a time you thought it would be your salvation but isn't that always the joke with everyone when it comes to the city. The salvation away from LA, because if you fail there Las Vegas will welcome you with open arms and remind you that what happens there stays there. It keeps you from going back to Memphis with your tail between your legs and being forced to tell your parents that you failed at your big dream. The dream that they supported you on but always figured you'd fail at. Your job pays the bills and you keep your clothes on, which considering the amount of bills you have, well that was a feat for you to achieve.

Working the front desk at the Las Vegas Hilton was challenging, mostly due to the customers with their requests that occasionally bordered on silly and nonsensical but you could handle it. It was nothing too horrible and there was certain pleasure in learning that you managed to pull off keeping some of the higher class- the celebrity clients happy. Of course, nights like this- busy nights with half your staff gone because of any number of problems- made you want to set fire to the building so that you didn't have to deal with this job. Your boss has you running around in what you swear is every direction until she physically stops you with her hands, gripping your shoulders and forcing you to stay put for just a minute.

"Elvis wants a delivery to his room." She says, her face twisting into one of sheer displeasure.

You raise your eyebrow and shake your head. "You mean the Elvis impersonator up in the penthouse. Why does everyone insist on calling him Elvis? We all know it's not him him- like-" The look she gives you is one you've realized means you need to shut up right in that exact moment because if you didn't you were liable to get yourself in a whole lot of trouble so you swallow the rest of your sentence and roll your eyes. "Got it, me and penthouse and his delivery of whatever to his room. Got it."

Your boss mouths a quick thank you before pointing to the kitchen area. It doesn't take you very long to reach there despite your heels and aching feet but it does take the kitchen staff a minute to realize you're standing there all gussied up ready to take whatever it is Mr. Presley wants. What he wants is apparently a feast befitting of a king- heh- and more packs of cigars than you thought one human being capable of smoking in any reasonable time frame but you remember those pictures of him back in the day. The pictures you'd see in your parents' house, in your grandparents' house of him smoking something. Maybe it was just someone who was honestly committed to the bit even if it meant wrecking their lungs and their voice. Once you actually manage to get everything, it's a surprisingly quick walk to the elevator and to the penthouse. For once your heels don't wobble as they have an annoying tendency to do so when you get this much stuff needing to be carried and you easily make it to the door of the penthouse and knock only to realize that your series of knocks have made the door open all on its own.

The room itself is dark, the curtains drawn so not even the light of the strip finds its way into it. It feels not like a tomb, you reason, with the temperature reaching levels that feel almost as if you've entered one. The cold wraps around you and has you shivering in your light blouse and work pants as you look for a free space, a table really to set down the items he requested. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the lack of light but you manage to avoid hitting anything and set the tray onto what you're mostly positive is a table- be it an end table or an actual dining table. You straighten up after you set it down and something feels off to you, feels as if you're being watched. That can't be though, yes Elvis- or whoever it's supposed to be up here had requested the items but that didn't mean they were stalking you from the dark.

Except the feeling doesn't go away and you know so very well that you ought to move, that you should get out of the room and back downstairs where it's busy and you don't feel the faint sensation of worrying that you'll be murdered. You don't though, it's as if your feet are firmly planted in that spot, like you want to see just why you're feeling this particular way. After what feels like an eternity you feel the air around you shift, a small gust of warmth pass by your back and that is the cue for your body to finally turn around. What you see when you turn around shocks you to your very core and makes you think you've got to be hallucinating.

It's like you've seen a ghost when you realize who you're staring at in the darkness of the room. There's always been whispers that Elvis is actually still alive, that he's alive and the person who's been recording the music and performing shows was still him. After all, despite so much information about his relationship with his manager coming out there was no lawsuit coming from the family and that had to mean he was alive. Looking at the man in front of you, looking at the parts you can see of his face that aren't obscured by a half mask over his face- you think they might be right just not in the way everyone assumed. After all, if you take off the mask, the man in front of you looks like he hasn't aged a day since about 1972 or maybe 1974.

Your parents had pictures of him plastered among the walls of your childhood home so you're familiar with the shape of his jaw, his nose and those eyes- those stunning blue eyes. You're familiar with all the facial features that make up one Elvis Presley and seeing them up close and personal as opposed to on stage? There's no mistaking who's in front of you. It's Elvis fucking Presley in the flesh, looking nowhere near the almost 60 he should be. His eyes though- the eyes you're looking at are just as stunning as the blue ones you've always heard about but you can see a hint of what looks like red in the pupil. It confuses you enough to have you moving closer to him to investigate. He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.

"That's new. Most of ya jus' hide and run away like scared cats." He huffs, allowing you to step closer and peer at his eyes.

"Do I seem like most people, Elvis?" You ask, you accent thickening as your hand against your will finds its way to his mask-covered cheek in an effort to pull him closer, only to have him practically snarl at you and grab your wrist.

"Do that and I'll rip your throat out with my teeth." His warning is accompanied by his eyes narrowing and his canines finding themselves on full display, showing you just how dangerous he could be. Yet, you find yourself raising your own eyebrows.

"Ya mean like you've done with a lot of my former coworkers?" It's suddenly making sense, how a lot of the times girls who went up here wouldn't come back and would suddenly have family emergencies. "Ya said it yourself, most of us jus' hide and run away. Do I look scared?"

The laugh that leaves his mouth sounds downright evil and sinister, like he truly is a devil waiting to ruin anyone who comes near him and you can't help the rush of arousal and fear that shudders through your system. His grip tightens on your wrist. "Oh, darlin'. Ya don't look it but that heart o' yours. Oh, she's betrayin' ya like nothin' else. Tellin' me you want to bolt like a lil scared bunny."

You hate how you swear you can feel your heart jump at those words, proving him right in the worst sort of way. You want to argue with him, want to tell him that his hearing must be going off and he's hearing someone else's heartbeat but you know better- you know from the glint you see in his eyes that there isn't a chance for that lie to fly. Instead you purse your lips and move to pull your wrist out of his grasp. "I haven't yet. And ya haven't tried to kill me yet."

His grip loosens but he takes the opportunity to pull you closer just enough so when he leans forward his lips are brushing your ear as his whisper is practically a short brush of air against it. "Yet." Finally, he lets go of your wrist and steps away from you, his eyes darting to the tray you brought. "All in one piece. You are better than the rest of 'em."

If anyone else were to say that, if you had heard it from an Elvis that looked the age he was supposed to be and didn't look like Dracula you might have preened, enjoying the compliment for what it was. Hearing it from him? Hearing it from a man who you feel will murder you the second you turn your back? All that accomplishes is making you shiver in fear. When you look at his face you see a grin that tells you that's exactly what he wanted to see.

You realize in that moment that you need to leave, you don't know if Elvis is planning on trying to hurt you or if he's just toying with you. Either way it's- it sets you on edge enough that your feet that had seemingly forgotten how to move manage to remember how as you turn away from Elvis, not bothering to give him a response beyond what your body had already inadvertently done.

"There we go, there's that runnin' I'm used to." Elvis chuckles, allowing you to move further away from him slowly inching to the door. "Even if ya practically movin' slow as molasses. Scared but bein' smart 'bout it, ain't cha?"

An answer dances on the tip of your tongue, a joke or a quip about how you'd be a fool to turn your back on a predator or to bolt from a predator. Either way you'd be seen as his prey and arguably easy prey at that. The answer dies on your lips as you feel a rush of air by you and see Elvis opening and holding the door to his room open for you. His grin looks full of promise and is all teeth in a way that sets you on edge.

"Go on, darlin', I'll let ya go. Ain't like I can't find ya 'round here." His eyes rake over your form and you'd think you'd be disgusted as you normally are when someone looks at you like that. Instead you have to suppress the shiver of something that passes through you. "'Specially if ya do that."

You don't dignify his words with a response as you exit hearing some whisper of the word fun and a dark laugh. If the speed of your steps increase once the door shuts. Well, that was your own business between you and whatever God saw fit to abandon you just a bit ago.

As it turns out Elvis is a very persistent man- a fact not tempered and instead heightened by the years he's lived. True to his word, he did know exactly where to find you though actually meeting up with you seemed to be beyond his reach. No, instead you found yourself being bombarded with gifts. Gifts you'd think Elvis couldn't provide and yet there they were. You wondered just how he was getting these things to you but the thought didn't fill you with any sort of delight so you chose not to dwell. It all comes to a head when before your shift one night there was a new outfit on your doorstep. A simple red blouse with a black pinstripe skirt. That in and of itself wouldn't be a problem and yet the true issue was the note.

Took a guess on your size, lil Bunny. You can tell me if I'm right tonight after my show.

It is your size and you have idea how he could tell that let alone how he knew these were your favorite colors and that you favored pinstripes for your dresswear. If you dwell on it for too long some sense of fear and flattered feelings settle deep within your stomach.

The only reason you wear the outfit is because every other work appropriate outfit you have is currently in the wash. A fact that is true purely due to your own laziness and is something you want to curse yourself for. You consider actually going to the show, entirely aware that you could but you're loath to give him the satisfaction. Instead you wait until around the time the show ends to make your way to his room utilizing your ability to have extra keys of rooms to make your way inside. He's not there yet so you sit in a chair and wait in the dark. Dramatic, yes, but you figure it seemed fitting given the circumstances. Perhaps he might even respect the flourish of it, the flourish of you waiting for his own dramatic person in the dark as if he couldn't rip your throat out in an instant.

You almost doze off waiting for him but when he finally arrives he opens his door with a sigh, completely ignoring you before he walks slowly over to you, silent as a church mouse. He opens his mouth to say something as his teeth glitter in the light of the strip coming from the window but you cut him off.

"Is this all supposed to charm me?" A simple question but one that has him chuckling lowly as you try and get up only to be stopped by his hand on your shoulder.

"It working?" His eyes zero in on your skirt before he shrugs. "Fits you like a damn glove. Knew I guessed right."

"You guessed-" You try and take his hand off your shoulder before realizing it only makes him push down just that little bit harder. "I didn't ask for clothes or jewelry or- for you to even still be trying to talk to me. What do you even want from me? My blood?"

"If I wanted to suck ya dry of all your blood, I'd've done it already darlin'. Nah, that'd be a damn waste of a spitfire like ya." Elvis murmurs as his eyes trace your form. "Think we'll have more fun with you alive and me alive as I'll ever be. 'Less ya gonna tell me you've gotta death wish."

You scoff at him, your lips curling up into a sneer. "I didn't even know ya were honestly still alive, what makes ya think ya were a part of any death wish I might have?"

"The fact that your heart insists on goin' a mile a minute 'round me. Or when you shivered like ya did. Might not have realized I was 'round but now that ya do-" His tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Think ya'd enjoy dyin' with me drainin' the life from ya."

You shouldn't think the idea is enjoyable but you can't help the way your legs reflexively clench together. "Mr. Pres-"

"Elvis. Lil bunny, lil spitfire of a woman. You were waitin' f'me in the dark. Could've rushed in 'n torn out that pretty lil throat of yours 'fore I realized it was you. And wouldn't that've been a cryin' shame. Waste of a woman like ya."

It's flattering the way he calls you a spitfire and the way he leans close to you whispering it to you like a long lost lover. You reason your reaction stems from not being intimate with anyone for a while but truly perhaps it just is Elvis's natural charm. A shake of your head is all you manage to do before clearing your throat to speak. "Elvis. That- That was the point not- Ya needed to be caught off guard. Startled. And-"

The laugh he lets out is low and mocking. "Oh darlin' you wanted to surprise a vampire. You- God, you're somethin' else. Maybe- Stay here tonight. Don't got plans, know that."

The unfortunate truth of the matter that he's correct. You don't have plans but spending the night and staying there with him has you shaking your head once again. That is the exact opposite of anything you want to do. "No. Find- They'll send up another girl if ya ask them to or have- I don't know, I'm not staying here tonight."

His hand that's been on your shoulder moves to your neck and traces the lines of it gently as he leans forward and lets a nail act almost as if he's going to prepare it to be pierced by his teeth. "Not even if I have somethin' to tell ya. Somethin' interestin'?"

Your face perks up for a moment at the thought of just what he might want to tell you before you frown. "Not even- I want to go home Mr-"

"Elvis. Not. Mr. Presley. Not to ya." The words are growls in your ear and involuntarily your mouth opens up and lets out a soft whimper and whine. At the noise his hand moves to stroke your clavicle. "Just for tonight. Won't- Don't plan on doing what your body seems to want me t'do. Just wanna talk."

You use the fact that his hand isn't directly pushing you down to slip out of the chair. His eyes widen in shock before he moves to pull you into his arms. He doesn't bother to move fast, more preoccupied with seeing your reaction. You take a step or two back and he drops his arms to his side before motioning to the door. "'Nother night then, Y/N. 'Nother night." A beat. "I won't stop."

Whatever you want to say just comes out as a hiss of anger almost like you're a cat before you slink out the door. Once you're in the elevator you sink to the floor and try to steady your breathing, you try to tamp down on your arousal and try and ignore the part of your brain craving to find out just what he wanted to talk to you about.

That craving doesn't leave you and if you didn't know any better you'd think it was supernatural the way it worms its way into your mind and settles in popping up at the worst possible times. It only takes a week before you find yourself waiting for him in the dark again, wearing a pinstripe pair of pants and the red blouse he had given you. You don't mean to fall asleep waiting for him this time but you do, only to wake up when you feel the presence of something staring at you. By this point his show had been over for an hour and he's in a robe that looks- soft. "Rise n' shine, lil bunny."

You scramble a bit, shocked and mortified that you fell asleep before you look at Elvis who is just sitting casually as can be in a chair next to yours. Your eyes drift over him before you bite your lip. "I'm only here to- I want to know what ya were going to tell me last week. And I want ya to stop- I want to not have a bunch of gifts every day."

His shoulders move in a shrugging motion before he shakes his head. "I got no problem tellin' ya about it, but 'less you're gonna help, ya still gonna get the gifts."

"Why do ya- I don't want- That's not how you charm someone into helping ya." You cycle through words faster than you mean to, more confused than anything else at what he's saying. "What do ya even need my help for?"

It's a valid question, you figure, after all he's a vampire and you are still very much a human but he hums, waving off the question before moving his chair to face you and to essentially pin you into being stuck in your own chair. "It's how I figure you'll be charmed." He pauses. "Lil outta practice wit' th'other one. As for what I need ya help for-" He trails off and pulls off the mask obscuring part of his face to reveal a burn scar that is noticeable enough to have you gasping. "Need ya to help me avoid doin' this again. Don't feel like burnin' up like that on the other side. Let alone anywhere else."

Several moments pass before you finally find the words to articulate your question that aren't just straight confused noises. "Are ya asking me to help ya set fire to something?" He cannot be asking you to do that. You have to be dead and this is just a very vivid post death hallucination.

For his part Elvis nods slowly, looking you dead in the eye with the most laconic face as he answers you. "I'm askin' ya t'help me set fire to this place."

"The hotel?" Your tone shifts up about 2 octaves and you swear your voice just whistles instead of actually speak. "Where I work? Where you perform?"

That same laconic look doesn't leave Elvis's face. "The one I tried to set fire to in '81 only to burn half my face? That very one, lil bunny."

You can't help but laugh though it's not something normal and sensible that comes out of your mouth. No, it's a high pitched mildly terrified giggle that leaves your mouth. He's- He is asking you to commit arson with him. To help him set fire to a place he's performed at since the 1970s. That you work at. He cannot be serious. "You're- You're joking. I- I have Elvis Presley who is apparently a vampire stalking me so that I can help him set fire to a hotel because you fucked up the first time?"

The giggle is still there before his hand darts out and wraps around your throat, tightening just slightly. "Keep laughin' lil one. Keep laughin' and I'll rip that throat clean out. Won't even be recognizable."

His hand steals your breath away from you as you try to take a breath only to have him tighten it more. He- He won't kill you, you don't think, this is just to scare you, to make you want to do what he's asking for but your vision is starting to blur just a bit and you can't help the way your eyes are starting to roll back in your head before suddenly you can breathe. You cough a little violently as air rushes back into your lungs before you glare at him, pushing the chair back in order to stand up. "You keep threatening to kill me, ya sure ya want my help? I don't- I'm leaving. This is a joke. You're a joke just like ya were-"

In a rush Elvis has you pulled tightly to his chest, his arms snaking around you and tightening like a python. "Stopped being a joke the second this happened to me don't- Heard enough of that from all those goddamn tabloids and from the reports of my death."

You're going to die, this is how you're going to die. Not by starvation or homelessness or by some madman murdering you on the streets. No, you're going to die because a man who was a has been before he became a vampire and is even more of one now despite three more albums under his belt and another Grammy for that eighties gospel album. Still you have to fight him, he's not- if he wants your help he won't kill you. You're- he's obsessed with you, isn't he? Wants your help that bad?

"Elvis, I think you're just a lonely scared little boy in a man's- excuse me- vampire's body." You snarl, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, as if you have any chance of winning against a vampire with superhuman strength. As if you'd have any chance winning against him even if he was human. Elvis Presley never had been a small man and you had never been the strongest of women.

"And if I am? Ya gonna be my salvation? Gonna save me from this hell on Earth? This eternal damnation forced on me by a Dutch lyin' bastard?" He leans closer to you, his breath ghosting over your face, over your lips as he takes breaths he doesn't need to and as he watches your eyes have a fire in them that warms him from the inside out. "Gonna make me feel better about it, darlin'? Ya really think ya good enough t'do that? That I like ya 'nough for that t'work?"

"Ya haven't killed me yet." You spit at him, just narrowly avoiding actually spitting on him. "I'm still alive and ya seem pretty damn obsessed with getting me of all the people in this town to help ya. So, yes, I think ya like me just enough."

At your words Elvis's grip on you loosens and he steps back like you burned him for a moment before he practically hisses at you. "'m only obsessed 'cause ya seem like the only person who could do it." A beat and something flashes in his blue and red tinged eyes. "And ya- yer from home." Memphis is what he means but he doesn't think to clarify. He takes a step forward and grabs at your chin even as you let out a snarl of your own. "Ya hate this place as much as I do. And think ya'd like seein' it burn down 'round ya. Don't lie. Can tell if ya do."

A quick dart of your eyes to the side is all the answer you can give for a moment as you try to compose yourself. "Doesn't mean I wanna help ya. Doesn't mean I'm gonna help ya."

For the briefest of moments, Elvis looks human and looks like a little boy when he looks at you. He's- You recognize the look, it's almost practically begging. "Please. This place- it ain't good for anyone. Me, especially but can't tell me it's done a bit of good for anyone other than who owns it."

He's right, as much as you loathe to admit it and it shows in how you purse your lips. "I'm not- I ain't agreeing to this, but tell me just what your hairbrained plan is."

As it turns out, Elvis's plan takes until the break of dawn to explain and two orders of room service delivered by one man who goes back downstairs and a woman who- well, served as Elvis's food until she fell limp in arms. There was something enrapturing about watching the act, watching how her mouth contorted into one of pleasure as she came in his arms before you could slowly see the life drain from her until his mouth came off her neck with a pop and a squelch. When he looks at you his lips are covered in her blood and he can't help but give you a toothy grin. "Sounds like you're jealous of her and me. Can't risk killing ya but maybe- maybe soon lil one."

That morning you call in and dream of his lips against your neck and of the pleasure he'd give you because- he doesn't want to kill you. You'd just get all the joys of being fed from but none of the tragedy. If you avoid him that night, you blame it on your shift. He doesn't call you out on the lie.

Planning arson between two people, one of whom has a larger bank account but can't leave his residence and the other who has a smaller bank account but can roam as she pleases is harder than one would think. Yet you both persevere, meeting up every other night to gather the items needed. What's been tripping you up for ages has been the floor plans and it shows in how you've been getting snappier with Elvis each passing meeting. He gives back in spades, somehow being worse than he was your first and second meetings but tonight- tonight he seems a little melancholy and a melancholy Elvis is a very human Elvis and one you find- one you could see a future with perhaps. A twisted one but one that flutters into your brain on nights you can't sleep or nights you can sleep despite dreams of the two of you mouths red and snarling as you feed.

"At this point ya might as well kill me." Your accent has been returning with a vengeance the more time you spend with Elvis any acting classes you had to train it out of you falling by the wayside. "We ain't gonna find a proper floor plan and without that we can't-"

"Y/N." His tone is laced with a warning- don't test him, not tonight. "I got time- wanna get this done but 'nother week ain't gonna hurt."

"Says the man who hasn't fed from me and is gonna live forever." Your eyes are blazing when you look at him before you continue. "I wanna get this over with. Wanna have- Wanna see if you'll do somethin' if we get it done."

Elvis's eyes narrow looking at you for a moment before he rubs his hand over his mouth. "Oh. That's- Lil Bunny. That's the problem? Ya want me t'do somethin' to ya? Have my wicked way with ya?"

You can feel your heartbeat rushing in your ears before you can even articulate an answer. "That's not- Ya keep looking at me. Like- like I'm someone ya might wanna- No, I don't."

"Ya do." He moves to lean over your chair, putting your face at eye level with his chest. "Ya wanna know what it's like to be in my bed. Wanna know what it's like to please me."

You do, lord above you do. You're essentially committing a crime for him and for what? For the pleasure of knowing you've set fire to a horrible hotel? That you've freed him from this place? For nothing that gives you any satisfaction. "Is that so wrong? Ya won't kill me when there's a line of bodies I can probably trace back to your first year as a vampire. Ya won't feed from me because then where's your help for this silly scheme. Ya won't fuck me because-"

"Listen darlin, honey, satnin. I- I get a lil lonely up here. I know what ya gonna say- jus' leave but you've seen how it is." Seen how he can't leave the room for fear someone's going to actually realize that he's Elvis Presley and not some impersonator. Seen how people already mock the fact that he's still around- after all hadn't you? Seen how he looks out at the view of Vegas, almost wistful when he thinks you're not looking. "I haven't killed ya but- you're- ya remind me of how I was. Always been- the way I am but not not like this. Don't feel like ruinin' it is all."

His hand reaches out to touch your face and it's so gentle that you can't help but nuzzle into it and take a quick inhale of breath. "Elvis."

He hums, noting how your eyes shut and for the briefest of moments he remembers what it was like to have someone whisper his name like that. Like a prayer you're scared will float away and fail if you say it too loud. He's missed that, he's missed so much of what it was like to be human, to be able to live freely even if back in the day his freedom still had him confined. You just look so sweet nuzzling his palm, acting as if you're the love of his life, acting as if you belong there. Maybe that's why he had been cursed otherwise he doubts he would have made it to this decade or at least made it to this decade in a state you might have wanted him in. "Y/N?"

"Why are you being like this?" You whisper, still nuzzling at his palm. "You- From the stories I've heard you're- you've never been a completely good man. I haven't seen you be a good man."

Another hand, his free hand moves to cup the opposite side of your face and forces you to look up at him. His eyes always such a stormy blue with that ring of red since you came across him have taken on a lighter hue and it takes your breath away as you feel his thumbs stroke your cheek. "Haven't had a reason t'be one. Look where it got me, satnin. Haven't pushed ya away yet, maybe you're- maybe you're the thing to settle this violent angry head of mine. So pretty- so gentle when ya wanna be. Let me take care of ya, hm?"

His hand moves away from you and you chance it almost in a trance before you look at him and bite your lip. "Take care of me?" The subtext is clear as your heart starts to race and your legs clench together.

What was the harm in treating you tonight? Maybe it would give you the right incentive to find the floor plans, to look harder than you had been. Maybe that was the real trouble you were having. You were too distracted by your desire and want for him. His hand moves down to your chest, undoing the buttons of your blouse slowly. "Take care of ya. Jus' for tonight."

That night you find yourself gasping for air, screaming his name, arching your back and snarling all at once. You find that when you leave you play with the bite mark on your breast and shudder remembering his words said against your ear more than once. "Might make ya mine if ya do well enough."

It still takes another two weeks to get the floor plans, the proper up to date ones. Two weeks of finding yourself in Elvis's bed with him teasing you and making promises about his plans for you and him. But, as it turns out someone had been wanting to get a room at the hotel and well, you did work the front desk so you could handle getting them some accommodations for a fee of course. Elvis wastes no time in opening up the plans when you arrive that night with them in your hand, holding a bottle of champagne for you and the number of someone you had met on the bus for Elvis to enjoy his own drink. After she's on the floor and you're nursing your second flute of champagne you feel Elvis behind you wrapping his strong arms around your middle and pulling you close.

"Gonna turn ya when it's all ash. Won't be stuck here any longer, can do what I want again. Take ya all around the world." He whispers against the shell of your ear, nipping once he reaches your earlobe. "You're gonna look so fuckin' gourgous feedin'. Vicious as ya are. Ya did so good bringin' me dinner too. Wish I coulda shared her wit' ya. Soon, lil Bunny, soon."

There's an alarm in your head that goes off at those words, at the way he coos them while holding you. They feel off- fake somehow and you down that second glass the moment he lets go of you. Had- You knew very well he wasn't a nice man, you've known this from the second you first spoke but he- there's no way he has any intention of changing you. He might be obsessed with you but that's because you've been the only person who can handle herself well enough to do this, hadn't it? You were going to get him to the finish line of burning down the hotel only to what burn with it yourself? Take the fall for a dead man? You file away the thoughts in your head for a later moment, if you thought about them now Elvis would know.

You smile at him almost saccharine. "Ya mean it? I'll be your vicious lil vampire queen?"

He grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss not caring that he still has a trace of blood on his lips. "The second it's up in smoke. Promise."

Liar.

Las Vegas in August is disgusting, better than some places in the United States, but it's still hotter than Hades and feels nearly as suffocating despite the lack of humidity. A fact you keep pointing out to Elvis as you both hold small cans of gas.

"Should've killed ya like the res' of 'em. No one would've missed ya. Jus' another lil' girl in Vegas runnin' 'round thinkin' she could make it big." You see a flash of his teeth and you figure it's supposed to scare you but at this point you like to think you know better.

"If ya killed me who would be helpin' ya right now?" The way you speak is practically a sneer but you can't help it, not with how he just somewhat threatened to kill you. "Hurry up, people are going to start coming back and I don't-"

"It's 11PM and they're in Vegas the hell are they-" He starts before he starts to trot off to the area he's most familiar with- the stages. "Meet me by the damn elevator."

An eye roll is the only response he gets as he leaves you to your own thoughts as you pour the can of gasoline in a line between the already waiting containers of it. If all goes well the walls of fire you and Elvis hope to create will have the entire building up in smoke in no time at all. It makes it so you both have to be quick on each floor but you had taken precautions for this. You knew every way to get down the floors as quickly as you could and Elvis wouldn't leave you behind. After all, he kept talking about his lil' spitfire queen. Kept cooing the words at you in between planning and buying the gas and finding yourself spread across his sheets or above him.

And yet something felt different, you had that same feeling you did when he talked about how gorgeous you'd look feeding. It felt off. You try to shake the feeling away as you two reach the top of the building, his penthouse suite and cover it in extra gasoline. He wanted every bit of this room demolished, nothing salvageable but to do that you are currently feeling faintly high on the sheer amount of gasoline in the room and wondering just how no embers from the cigar he just lit have fallen yet. You almost miss the words he says when he looks over at you. "Ready to run?"

A shrug is your only answer before you try and take a deep breath. "Get in the elevator first, then toss it."

He obliges, letting you go first with a flourish that rather than delight you has your hackles raising. "Ladies first."

Elvis Presley used to be a gentleman. Elvis Presley is not a gentleman any more.

Right before the doors to the elevator close Elvis tosses his cigar between the door and as they shut you feel the rush of heat from the roaring blast it caused. This is the only floor you have to take the elevator for and it makes each consecutive floor easier. You both light a cigar and toss before running to the next floor, rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat even as Elvis pulls you in for a harsh kiss his eyes blazing in the fire he had started with his cigar, looking practically manic with delight. The fire brings out the red in his eyes. It scares you.

"Calm down, Lil' Bunny. Almost there." He shouts practically sing songing the words as you rush down yet another flight of stairs to the second floor. "One more floor and you're mine. We'll be free. I'll be free."

There it is again, that nagging feeling that you're a means to an end for him. You brush it off one final time as you start to cough, the floors of smoke and blaring alarms of a sprinkler system that hasn't produced any water getting to you. "Jus' want this done, 'Vis."

Finally you reach the final floor, the bottom floor which is the most complicated. There's an extra exit, a fire exit in the stage area so you both agree that's the last room, that's the last place to be set ablaze and Elvis finds it almost poetic when he thinks about it. He stares at the doors for a moment before he enters with you, as if he thinks he has all the time in the world. He might, he might be able to run out of there fast enough but the smoke is starting to get to you and the heat from the blaze above and around you is making the area around you sweltering. "You said you'd turn me, Elvis. Once we get outside, right?" You have to shout before you cough over the roar of the blaze and how somehow it's starting blow toward you as you shut the door to leave you and him in the lone area not on fire yet.

The cigar in his mouth is lit and he contemplates knocking off the tip, letting it start to catch everything ablaze before he stops himself and nods. "Course, gonna do it the second you get some air in ya."

Your own cigar- the last cigar is lit and you're about to toss it before you stare at him, stare at him because that tone- that tone betrays his actual plan. "Why not now? I can- I can barely breathe in here, Elvis."

Those words have him tossing his cigar and have a whoosh of fire come up behind him as he walks towards you. "You'll be fine, lil spitfire. Y/N. You don't- Patience. Don't wanna rush forever."

Your mind goes blank as you drop the cigar you were holding and have to jump out of the way as a bit of fire starts to separate you and Elvis. He glances at the fire and growls, realizing he's very quickly going to be boxed in before he wooshes to a spot next to you. "Tryin' to kill me? 'Cause I won't-"

A crash can be heard of a bit of wood falling onto the stage and you jump before you cut him off. "Because you're not plannin' on it. Ya gonna- You're plannin' on killin' me, aren't ya?"

"Eatin' ya, actually. It's what ya wanted back when ya first saw me eat. Wanted to be fucked then sucked. I fucked ya now-" His words are cut off with a slap that he allows you to do because it gives him the ability to grab at your wrist. "Loose end, lil one. Either you go down for this or ya die. Gave ya the more pleasurable option."

"While telling me you were going to change me!" You snarl half running toward the door even as you inhale another bit of smoke causing you to cough more. "You- You've been usin' me this whole damn time! I- you said you'd make me your little queen."

He's faster and he has you pinned up against a wall as he feels the flames starting to inch toward you both and as you keep swallowing more and more smoke. "Ya called me a damn has been and a joke. Darlin' ya don't wanna spend eternity wit' me, ya jus' wanna run around spending an eternity doing whatever the hell ya want to do. Ain't gonna give ya something you think is a gift."

"You- I'm- I can't breathe." You choke out as you try and take deep breaths only to realize that the room is filling with grey smoke. He's fine because he doesn't need to breathe but you- you need air.

"Shame I didn't change ya before. Didn't give ya what ya wanted to use me for. Don't care 'bout me. Lil Memphis spitfire don't care 'bout the thing everyone loves 'bout the place. No wonder your mama and daddy don't want ya to come back." His tone is mocking as he keeps you pinned to the wall, despite inching himself closer to the door. He was going to escape and you were going to die by smoke inhalation if the fire didn't kill you first.

A breath of air enters your lungs suddenly as you find that Elvis lets you go, a bit of the fire catching onto his pant leg right as he reaches the door with you. You seize the opportunity and hit at the door with your body, trying to force it open as he steps on the offending burning fabric. even as another crash can be heard on the stage and you see more and more paint chips fluttering around both of you, or maybe that's ash you've never seen a fire this big. The door finally flings open and more fresh air for your lungs and to feed the fire. Elvis whooshes over to you and attempts to block your way out but for once you have the upper hand, managing to be on the outside of the building while Elvis is still just barely in there. He realizes his mistake, realizes what you just very well might do to him in an instant.

"Lil Bunny- I'll- Don't be rash. I'll do it. I'll do what I said I would." He coos even as the fire rushes around him, his hair becoming more messed up the more he stands there. His face getting more ashes on it the longer he stands there.

"Liar. Liar." You tilt your head and move to push him inside. "Pants on fire."

His eyes look down thinking you're telling him his pants are literally on fire and you take that as your opportunity to shut the door, locking it in a way only you know how. Within a moment he starts to push at the door.

"Y/N!" He shouts through the door. "I'll do it, just let me outta here! I'm- Ya don't want this on your conscious! I wasn't gonna kill ya! Baby- Darlin- Lil Bunny, let me out!"

"Not gonna believe a lyin' dead man, Presley!" You shout, knowing that you sound insane before you start to move away because he's right you don't want that on your conscious. You hear him shouting promises you doubt he'll keep and feel the fresh bite he had made on your chest burn as you walk away but you're able to fake being a victim among the crowd, the ashes covering your face and the way you keep coughing as the building burns and as you swear you hear a series of Southern curses in the wind.

The bite scars over and aches from time to time.

They don't find his body. You try and not let it keep you up at night.

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Elvis in his vampire era in the 70s 🫠😮‍💨

[ophelia-writes-stuff]

♥ don't waste my time . oneshot ♥

. pairing : vampire!elvis x reader

. summary / request : being in a relationship with arguably the most attractive man on the planet must seem like a dream-- that is, for anyone but you. you've tried numerous times to bury old memories deep down, but you can never quite stop them from resurfacing.

. word count : 1.6k

. notes / warning : yandere themes, mild sexual content that involves coercion and allusions to sex, mentions of blood, mentions of death, allusions to kidnapping and forced affection, manipulation, domestic abuse, and angst. this is kind of like a drabble, but it's pretty dark, so please read the warnings just in case.

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Pleasure was never something that was perfectly pure.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything."

You shivered at cool metal brushing against your bare skin, slender fingers gliding along your vulnerable body ever so delicately.

"I want you, Elvis. Only you."

You could practically see his smile grow as you felt his fangs penetrate your sensitive neck, teeth barely piercing your skin. He was teasing you.

"Well, I'm right here, baby," he muttered, before allowing his sharp fangs to break through your skin. Deep inside of you, they went, and you let out a groan as Elvis's free arms roamed your body, heating your body impossibly more.

Pain, as you'd come to learn through so many late nights, was very similar to pleasure. It was almost sweet, yet so desperate, and you found yourself enjoying it-- enjoying the pleasure and pain mixed into one hazy blur. You enjoyed the feeling of Elvis sucking your own life force out of you.

You savored the feeling of Elvis's tongue, wet against your neck, greedily taking what he could from you-- savored the feeling of his teeth gently biting your lower lip, just enough to draw some blood. And then, after some time that felt much too soon, Elvis must have decided that it'd been enough, and you let out a displeased groan as he did so.

"Oh, c'mon on now," he coaxed, crawling off of you and choosing to lay beside your figure. A tangle of legs, you smiled as Elvis moved impossibly closer to you, eyes focused intensely on your facial features. "Can't bleed you dry all in one night. I love ya' too much for that."

At the last comment, you smiled widely, and Elvis did the same as he devoured you in a hungry kiss. You could still taste your blood on his tongue as he did so, the taste salty and metallic on your own. You completely and utterly adored it.

It was nights like these that you truly loved, you and Elvis, alone with no other distractions. It was because of nights like that that you forgot about his numerous crimes. And it was because of nights like these that you felt oh, so guilty.

Because, no matter how many times you tried to forget about the deaths, to forget about the bodies, to forget all of it, you couldn't. You couldn't simply let something like that go.

You tensed in front of Elvis, who, after noticing your resistance towards his affection, albeit reluctantly, pulled away.

"Baby?" he questioned softly, a perfectly confused expression present on his features. His hand traveled up to cup your cheek at your lack of response.

"Y/n, darlin', is anything wrong?"

You wished that you didn't reply at all, wished that you had merely shaken your head and let him continue, wished you would have simply indulged more of his intoxicating poison. But you didn't, simply muttered something about needing to go to the bathroom as you slipped out of the sheets and over to said room.

You closed the door and locked it behind you, knowing your heart was now beating much faster than it was before-- knowing that he could hear it, could hear the blood rushing through your veins and your ragged breath and your quiet coughs.

But that didn't matter. Not now. You needed a moment to breathe.

From outside the room, a deep voice beckoned for you. You knew he knew. This always happened. But you couldn't help it. You couldn't simply let it go.

You'd convinced yourself that Elvis loved you, a while back. Convinced yourself that everything he did-- all the bad and the good-- it was all for you. It was to make you happy.

But, staring at your unnaturally light skin tone and fragile figure, you knew that wasn't the case. You knew those had only been ideas that Elvis had implanted in your mind.

Elvis was always so good at that, you'd learned over the years. He could fabricate such sweet, blissful lies that would make you give anything for them to be true.

And, with help from Elvis, they were.

But you knew that this delusion of his-- the delusion that you'd learned to accept eagerly-- was crumbling. A delusion of affection and serenity. A delusion of love.

But infatuation was something very different to love, and so was obsession. This was something that most could understand conceptually, but could not grasp in the real world. Treating someone as if you possessed them-- as if they were some prized artifact that had to be isolated from the outside world-- was not love.

Elvis beckoned for you once more, this time with a more stern tone. An uneasy feeling slithered down your spine-- a venomous snake, waiting for its moment to attack.

You didn't reply-- you should have, but you didn't. You merely stared at the ghost of your reflection in the mirror, all but disappointed. You had to wonder, how could things have gotten this bad? How could circumstances have gotten so bad that you couldn't tell the difference between love and his own infatuation with you?

A knock was heard on the door. You froze. You wouldn't reply. You couldn't reply.

"Y/n, darlin'," Elvis's tone was dark; a warning. And yet, you stood paralyzed by fear, frozen by the simple idea of what he'd done to get you where you are right now.

"I'm gonn' have to open this door if you don't let me in."

You wished that you could simply move your body to unlock the door, but your limbs refused to move.

"I'm gonna count to three," his voice was threatening. You knew he was mad. You knew he would be even madder if you didn't open that goddamn door, but you were frozen in your fear. You were completely utterly terrified of Elvis-- of the man he truly was.

"1..." One. You remembered the first time you'd met Elvis-- so handsome and charming, he could have fooled anyone with just a smile.

"2..." Two. That was the time it happened. 2 in the morning. He didn't expect you to be awake, or even at your home. You'd told him that you'd be out for the next couple of nights, anyway.

"3..." Three. The number of dead bodies sprawled on the floor that very night, bodies that he'd killed. You couldn't speak or move when it happened, could only watch as he drained the life out of your own family-- your own flesh and blood.

It all felt so surreal, now-- it felt as though you were reliving the moment in its entirety.

Your limbs finally moved when the door was busted open, but not in the way you wanted them to. They buckled underneath your own weight, no longer able to support your fragile figure.

You would have been lying to yourself if you didn't say that it was all his fault-- your current condition.

In came a furious-looking Elvis who, after noticing your shaking figure on the bathroom floor, allowed his expression to soften. He knelt down in front of you, wiping tears off of your face that you hadn't even realized you had shed.

"Oh, Y/n..." he muttered, guilt heavy on his chest. He didn't want to see you like this-- he hated it. He only wanted to keep you safe.

"You..." The accusatory words refused to leave your mouth, and as you tried to pull away from Elvis-- to create some distance between the two of you, his grip on your face suddenly grew firm. You let out a soft whimper as he brought your face closer to his own. You'd never wanted things to end up like this.

"Why don't we go back to bed, hon'?" Elvis's grip was brought from your chin to your arm as he softly tugged it.

You didn't know what had overcome you in that moment-- perhaps fear, perhaps rage, or maybe it was simply a sadness so incredibly intense that you couldn't stop it-- but at the suggestion, your eyes widened and you jerked your arm away from Elvis, backing yourself against the bathroom wall as you screamed in protest.

Because you were scared of him. Because you were angry at him. Because you knew that he wasn't the soft man that he portrayed himself to be.

Elvis's normally electric blue eyes became dark and stormy as he approached you-- a quivering mess on the floor, hardly able to breath as tears blurred your vision.

You knew the weight of what you'd done. You knew what was to come next.

You snapped your eyes closed, and in moments, a hand was felt across your cheek, with a stinging pain to follow. Another sob escaped your lips as you hugged your bare figure tightly.

"El-Elvis-- P-Please..." You managed to stammer out the plea after a pathetic amount of time, your sobs prohibiting you from muttering any coherent words.

At the mention of his name, Elvis just stared at you, blankly.

He wanted an apology.

"I-- I'm..." Your breathing was shaky and your voice fluctuated in tone as you spoke. It didn't help that your body was all but trembling. "I'm-- s-sorry."

You didn't look up-- you didn't need to in order to know that Elvis was smiling.

"Good girl," he praised, bending down and gently picking up your frail form. You wanted to smile as he kissed your temple ever so delicately, but found that you lacked the strength to even curve your lips into the slightest of smiles.

"Now, how about you relax and let me make it up to you, hmm?" He whispered into your ear, and you nodded, giving him permission to lay you back on the bed and to forget your troubles once more.

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Eternal Bond - One shot Halloween Story

One shot Halloween story with all the stuff we like (fluff, smut, but watch out...sadness too) Hope you like it!

Summary: How much can a life change in just one night, if the man who loves you turns out to be an immortal vampire?

Warnings: 18+, fluff/smut, sex in shower, blood, vampire bites, death

Word cunt: 4501

You finally took your decision and quit your job. You were tired of seeing always the same people, every night. It was almost two years since you worked in that horrible night club, but you were sure that this wasn’t supposed to be your life. You couldn’t imagine that life was about to change forever.

The last night of work, you left the club with a heavy heart, not knowing what would become of you after all those years and you took your way home. Suddenly you noticed a dark shadow behind you. You turned around and right there, in front of your eyes, there was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Incredibly tall and thin with hair black as the darkest night and a pair of eyes blue as the deepest sea.

He approached you and he stopped just a few steps away, looking right into your eyes: “Hi!”

As he spoke, you could feel his deep voice echoing in your ears like an old song.

You tried to ignore him and walked away, but fast as a lighting, he was at your side again: “Ain’t ya talkin’ to me?” he asked gently.

You kept walking without looking at him. You found him a little creepy and you wanted to get home as soon as possible. “Do I know you?” you asked.

 He smiled and kept walking by your side: “No, but I think we could get to know each other pretty soon! Do ya like the idea?” he asked standing right in front of you avoiding you to walk away.

“My name’s Elvis…what’s yours hun’?” he asked holding out his hand.

You were very suspicious about that man, you felt inside your heart that he meant trouble. But a strange force made your hand raise onto his: “I…I’m y/n!”

“Y/n…lovely!” He kissed your hand and your body shivered as you felt his lips touching your skin: they were cold as ice, despite it was a warm night. “Where ya off to?” he asked.

“I…I just quit my job and I’m going home!” you answered not being able to keep your eyes away from him.

“Why don’t we go for a drink instead? I would like to know more about ya!” he asked gently. You thought about it for a while, then, without even realizing it, you were walking away with him, right by his side, his hand holding yours.

“I think we should go to my place…if that’s okay with ya…” he suggested.

“To…your place?” you asked confused, feeling strange. That man could have made you do anything.

“I have a special way to make you forget about everything, a surprise if ya wanna say…ya comin’?”

Your last defence came down and you followed him like a baby follows his own father. After a while, he stopped in front of a great mansion. You couldn’t even remember if it has always been there. Stunned, you walked beside him and as he opened the door you walked inside.

“Ya look nervous baby…is everything okay?” he asked with his hands on your shoulders.

“Yes I’m…I’m fine. Can I..use the bathroom?” you asked embarrassed.

He smiled and caressed your cheek: “Of course ya can sweetheart, but I have a better idea. Why don’t ya take a shower? It’ll help ya relax!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Was he really asking that?

“Don’t be embarrassed hun, it’s alright. In fact, maybe I could come with ya!”

Your jaw fell right on the floor. Not only he was asking you to take a shower in his own bathroom, but he was suggesting you to have it with him.

“Well…yes…I mean…no…oh God…I’m so nervous…!” you stuttered like a baby.

“Don’t worry hun, you’ll be much more comfortable after. You’ll see.” He said opening the bathroom door: “Go ahead and make yourself at home.

As you entered the bathroom you looked around you and opened your eyes wide. Everywhere you watched, you saw gold. Pure and cold gold. “I’ll be right back!” he closed the door leaving you there alone. You stood in front of the mirror and you looked at yourself. Was it really happening? Was it a dream? You couldn’t figure out. Just like under a magic spell you undressed yourself as he looked at you from the keyhole. You were about to take off your panties as he opened the door and stood in front of you completely naked. He was like a Greek statue, with every muscle and every inch of skin perfectly made. You looked away and blushed. He smiled and walked into the shower, grabbing your hand to take you inside with him. He started to caress every inch of your body. “Ya look so perfect hun…” he said as his hand lowered down to the fabric of your panties, moving them aside.

He kissed you and held you tight against his body, while his hand gently caressed your needing pussy, making you gasp: “Looks like my lil’ cutie pie is already wet for me, uh!?” he said sliding down your panties and throwing them aside. Then he kissed your legs, starting from your ankles and going back up to your thighs. You trembled under the touch of his kisses, feeling again the coldness of his lips. You felt helpless. You didn’t know how to stop him and after a while you let him have his way with you.

He stood up and he ran his hands through your hair as he pushed you in the shower and opened the hot water that starts to flow on your bodies. “Ya like that, don’t ya? Ya want more? I know that ya do!” and as he said that, he picked you up and put you against the wall of the shower, pushing himself between your legs.

You gasped as you felt his hard cock moving against your core. “Oh God…”

“I’m dyin’ to touch ev’ry inch of your body…I need ya so much baby! I can’t wait to have ya!” he whispered in your ear. He was claiming you forcefully, but at the same time he was very gentle and you felt so loved and wanted that you couldn’t stop him: “I love your lips baby…they’re so soft…they’re really turnin’ me on!”

He kissed you again, pushing his tongue inside of your lips: “You’re a wonderful girl…an almost perfect woman. You deserve all my love and my kisses. I wanna give ya the best pleasure of your life!”

He took off your wet hair from your face as he looked at you. Ya like it when I touch ya like this?” he asked as he moved again on your pussy “Can I continue?”

“You can do what you want!” you answered moaning.

“That’s what I longed to hear. Don’t ya worry, I’m very good at this, I’ll show ya!”

“I have no doubts…” your voice came out of your throat like a whisper.

“Keep bein’ a good girl f’me, ‘kay?” he said starting to move hardly against you and pushing himself deeper. He ran a hand over your body and he kept kissing you, whispering in your ear: “Ya know…I can make ya feel things ya never felt before. Do ya want me to show ya?”

“Y-yes Elvis…please…”

He brought you down from the wall and as you stood on your feet again, he kissed your neck, holding it with both of his hands. He caressed your throat too: “So soft…and tender…”

He held you tight: “Ya know what I like about ya? You’re so pure and so perfect.”

You stood in silence as he kept moving. He noticed your silence: “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry, don’t stop!” you answered.

“I like the way ya react y/n! Ya deserve to feel pleasure, I think we both are gonna enjoy it very much!”

He took off your hair from your face and he kissed your cheek. Then he asked you the strangest question you’ve ever heard: “Can I taste ya?”

You pulled yourself back a bit and looked at him: “What??”

“I wanna taste your lips, your ears, your cheeks…I couldn’t imagine you would be so…soft and tender!”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. What was he talking about? His hands were exploring every part of your body: “Do ya feel good?”

“I…yes, I feel...so good!”

“That’s how I like it…you’re doin’ great! I want this night to last forever, sweetheart! Ya have no idea how much I like the way ya taste, I could literally eat ya!” he whispered while he kept touching you.

“Where do ya want me to touch ya? Where should I go?” he asked. You grabbed his hand and moved it back down, right between your legs.

“That’s my naughty lil’ girl…is this what ya really want? Then I’m gonna do everything to please ya!” he said sliding a finger inside you and rubbing your sensitive clit. As he teased your pussy inside and outside, he kept kissing your neck and you felt shivering: “Ya need this and ya need me! You’re so perfect…I knew that I was gonna have fun with ya!”

He went back to your neck and he stared at it for a while. He kissed it. He caressed it. He licked it. “Ya like this? Say it! Say ya like it…say you’re enjoying my touch!”

“I…I am…you’re doing perfect, but…” you noticed something you never realized before. Even you were under a flow of hot water, his skin was as cold as ice. “…you’re so…cold…how is it possible? Are ya okay?”

He smiled: “Don’t worry…I have my lil’ tricks. There’s only one way to warm me up. It’ll be fun…I promise!” he grinned. He licked your neck again and gave you a little bite: “I’ve done this before…don’t worry…ya have to trust me!”

“I…I trust ya…” you whispered. His words worried you a little, but you were so intrigued by him that you’d let him do anything.

“Good girl…then open your mouth f’me!” he ordered you cupping your chin. He squeezed your cheeks forcing you to open your mouth and he pushed his tongue inside, playing in every corner. You kissed him back, but you couldn’t help to feel a little fear. He moved back to your neck and bit you again, this time a little harder. You knew something was strange about him, but you couldn’t figure out what it was.

“I’ve never felt like this with a woman before…I think it’s time f’me to do what I was waiting to do!”

You trembled as you heard his words. But it wasn’t a bad sensation, it was pure pleasure, that made your head roll back.

“Are ya ready? Ya know what I really wanna do with ya?” he asked you with a grin. You didn’t have the force to answer.

“I’m gonna do a thing that I could even regret maybe…but maybe not! Do ya want to know my secret?” he looked at you with a mysterious look.

You opened your eyes: “Your…secret?”

“I have a very special reason to enjoy ya so much. I have a very special reason for liking ya so much. Let’s just say that ya remind me so much of a special person.”

She pulled back and looked at him: “Who?”

He stopped for a while and turned sad: “My first true love…I can’t believe how much ya look like her! She had exactly the same soft and beautiful skin that ya have! She was the best woman I’ve ever met and I’ve been obsessed with her…” then he stopped talking.

After a long silence he looked up: “She died…many years ago, in this very night! And ya remind me so much of her…it’s almost like you’re a gift from heaven…I won’t let anybody take ya away from me!”

He kept kissing you with hunger. He touched you and after a while he bit your neck again, this time harder than before. You jumped back, hit by the sharp pain: “Oh…God…you have…sharp teeth!”

He caressed you as he looked you with love: “It’s gonna hurt a little, but I’m doing’ it for ya…for us! Do ya trust me?”

You couldn’t say why, but his voice was like a magic spell in your ears and you couldn’t help but nod your head, giving him the right to keep going. He got back to your neck with his lips. He kissed and bit you again, harder and harder and even if it hurt and it burned like fire, you let him do it. You felt your neck sore from his bites and you kept feeling something really weird about him. He got on his knees and grabbed you with his strong hands, then he kissed and licked your belly several times, making you squirm and moan.

He got up and attacked your neck again, biting harder than ever. This time you let out a loud moan as you felt something stinging and burning your skin. You pulled back again and as you rubbed your neck with your hand, you saw a big trace of blood. “Oh my God…”

You started to panic, but he held you tight, avoiding you from passing out: “Sshh, don’t worry y/n, don’t cry…everything’s gonna be alright. I promise!” and as he said that, he leaned on your neck and licked away all the blood. As his tongue passed on your skin, you felt it rubbing and scratching. The heat you felt was almost unbearable.

“Your blood tastes so good y/n, do ya want to know why I love it so much?”

As you felt those words you took a step back and looked at him with eyes full of fear: “No…you can’t be a…”

He stopped you: “Sweetheart, don’t panic now, I have to tell ya something, I have to be honest with ya!”

You knew what he was about to say, but it was so strange that you couldn’t believe it. He took your hands and spoke again: “Ya see y/n, I’m a vampire!” he said, looking at you, as he saw confusion and fear in your eyes. “I know it’s hard to believe it, but I have to be honest and I wanna tell ya the truth and now that ya know it, I’m gonna keep ya safe from everyone, only ya and me. But what I want now is…your blood!”

He kept biting you. His fingers were all over your back and your hair. You tried to say something, but all you could do was moaning in pain and pleasure.

“Baby, I don’t know what’s happening to me…it’s like I’ve known ya for centuries…and I intend to be like this forever. We’ll be together for centuries again!”

You begged him to stop as you looked terrified at your own blood flushing away with the water. You tried to push him away, but his grip was too tight and his teeth didn’t let you go.

With another bite, he started to suck and drink your blood and this time you could feel it leaving your body: “Please…no…” you begged him again to stop, but he didn’t.

“Relax baby, let me make ya feel better than you’ve ever felt before…I’m gonna be with y for the rest of your life…and beyond!”

You suddenly felt so dizzy and light headed that you felt on your knees, still under the shower. He grabbed your body and held you against the wall, giving you a long and tender kiss: “I wanna make ya feel like a goddess tonight!”

He kept sucking and your blood came out faster as the pleasure and the pain became very intense. Your sight blurred and you grabbed onto him, holding yourself from fainting.

“Oh sweetheart, I know how ya feel now, but this is just the beginning. I know this is hard, but it’s gonna get better, I promise, still I think I’m gonna stop for a while now. Ya need some rest and when you’ll wake up I’ll give ya the passion of a lifetime!”

He turned off the water and wrapped you in a towel. Then he gently picked you up in his arms and he lay you down on his bed: “There ya go baby…oh my God, you’re so pretty…” he kept kissing you as he rubbed your body to dry you up, then he sat next to you. You felt the touch of his body, which now was a little warmer, probably thanks to the blood he drank from you. You rest your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed as your body trembled:” I'm c-cold…I feel so weak…”

He hugged you tighter: “I bet ya do, honey…ya just lost a lot of blood and this is your first experience, but you’ll get used to it, don’t worry!” he answered caressing your neck.

“Please, not again…” you begged.

He smiled at you: “No, baby, don’t worry, I’ll take it slow now. Let’s talk a bit now, I wanna know more about ya…ya feel good now?” he asked you gently.

You touched your neck again: “Yes, but…can ya do something for this? It burns like hell!!”

He moved away your hair and whispered in your ear: “Let me show ya a little secret!”

He licked the bite and as he did, you felt a strange but good sensation and the heat that spread from the wound suddenly was gone. “My tongue will fix everything…it’s an old vampire trick!”

“Oh my God, it’s…it’s incredible!” you answered touching your neck again. The pain was completely gone.

“Elvis can I…can I ask you something?” you said looking up at the ceiling.

“Of course, ya can ask me anything!” he answered smiling.

“How long have you been a vampire?” you asked him.

He lay down next to her and his face turned very serious: “For centuries baby! I’ve been walking the Earth for centuries, as one of the creatures of the night. I’ve seen people come and I’ve seen people go. And now I found ya and I wanna protect ya…forever!”

“And what about her?” you asked caressing his hand.

He closed his eyes as if your question brought back some bad memories to him.

You asked again: “When did you meet her? In which century?”

His face changed to a very sad expression as he thought about her: “She was a beautiful girl from the 17th century and she was only sixteen when I met her. She made me fell in love right away. She was just like ya, very beautiful and I wanted her so much.”

Then he tries to hide a tear: “But I was selfish…she was my first victim. I…killed her…and now, here ya are, looking so much like her! But I don’t wanna make the same mistake!”

As he kept talking, you couldn’t help but feeling sad for him: “So…is this the reason why you chose me?”

He wiped away the tears from his eyes: “Yes baby…I picked you because you remind me so much of her…I feel almost like this time I can save her! Maybe I can redeem myself, ‘cause ya know…I’m tired of being a vampire!”

“What? I thought you loved it!” you said.

“Baby…just think about it for a while: I saw all the people I loved passing away…I have to walk this planet for who knows how many years, suffering from losing the people I love…living forever is beautiful, but at the same time it can be a damnation!”

He took his face in his hands and cried. You felt really bad for him and you tried to make him smile again, but it was no use.

“So what are you gonna do now?” you asked.

“I thought ya would be just another meal for me, but now…I can’t y/n, I cant’ hurt you anymore! But I wanna do one last thing if you’re okay with it…”

“What?” you asked with curiosity.

“I wanna make ya like me. I can’t bear the thought of losing you when you’ll die. If ya become like me, I can have ya forever…what do ya say, honey?”

You looked at him in shock: “No…you can’t ask me that, I don’t wanna become a vampire!”

He kneeled in front of you and cried: “Please…I can’t lose ya, I don’t wanna lose ya! Please!”

You turned your back on him: “I said no, I don’t want you to bite me ever again!”

He got up from the floor and put his hands on your shoulder: “There is another way!”

You turned your face and looked at him: “What do you mean?”

He tried to smile, but he was extremely sad and tired: “There’s another way of turning ya into a vampire…without having me drinking your blood, but it’s a little more painful!”

“And what would it be?” you asked.

He stood in silence for a while, then he leaned onto you and whispered in your ear: “Ya have to drink mine!”

You stepped back from him terrified after what you heard from his voice.

“What?? Are you crazy?? I’m not gonna drink your blood! Not now, not ever!”

He was desperate as he asked you again to fulfil his dream: “Y/n please…one way or another…it doesn’t change! We’re meant to be together! Look, I didn’t want to force ya, but ya leave me no choice, I love ya too much to let ya go! I’m sorry baby!”

You stepped back, knowing what he was about to do and you tried to run away. He ran after you and he stopped you right in front of the door. He grabbed you from behind and held you tight in his arms. You tried to get rid of him, kicking and screaming, but he was too strong and you felt that that was his vampire power, as a normal man could have never been so strong.

As he held you, he bit his own wrist, breaking his skin with his fangs and let the blood flood out. You tried again to get free, but he was too strong. He cupped your chin and squeezed, forcing you to open your mouth and he pulled your head back, making ten drops of his red juice going down your throat. He kept your head in place as he forced you to drink: “I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m doin’ it for ya, it’ll be over soon and we’ll be together forever!”

As the last drop of blood went down your throat, he let you go and you coughed violently, feeling the taste of his blood. After a while, you felt it reaching your stomach and you fell on the floor, curled up in pain, like you were burning from your insides.

You let out a scream as he tried to keep you calm: “Honey, don’t fight it…your body is changin’, it’s gonna be okay! Stay with me now, please!”

“It…it hurts so much…I feel like I’m burning…do something!” you cried, holding your belly in pain. He sat behind you and held you tight, rockin’ you in his arms. “It’s okay, take a deep breath, you’ll feel better soon. Trust me!” he whispered kissing the back of your neck. As time passed, your skin turned pale, but you still could feel that burning sensation inside. “Don’t fight it…don’t fight it!” he whispered: “Close your eyes, it’s almost over!”

As he said those words, you closed your eyes and you felt your eyes burning, as they turned to a dark red tone and you felt the blood in your veins running at a very high speed. Your heart pumped harder as you bit your lips and you felt a wave of pleasure rushing through your body, which started to shake as a pair of long and shiny fangs come out of your mouth.

Suddenly the pain was gone. You got up from the floor and you went to the mirror. Then you turned back and ran onto him: “Why did you do this to me?” you asked with a weak voice.

He came to you and he grabbed your face in his hands: “Y/n, it may be hard for ya now, but this is the best thing that ever happened to ya. You’re just like me now and we can stay together forever!”

He got closer to you: “There’s just one last thing and I promise you won’t feel any pain at all!”

He took your hand and put it on his chest: “Can ya feel my heart beating?”

You nodded. It was a lovely sound and you could feel it not just under your hand, but in your ears too. It was like that touch had connected the two of you. He kept talking: “This is what happens when a couple is together: when we’re near to each other, our heart beats get connected…look!”

He put his other hand on your chest and in that right moment you felt your two hearts beating together, at the same pace and at the same time.

“It’s…it’s incredible!” you said looking at him.

“Come with me!” he said gently, taking you by the hand. He took you near the window and made you look outside: “Look at the world out there y/n…that horrible world. We’re too perfect for it!” and as he said that he took you in his arms and kissed you. It was a strong, but desperate kiss. After a while, the first rays of sun fell through the window.

He looked sweetly at you, with his eyes full of tears: “Close your eyes honey!”

You were starting to understand. You knew too well what sun light did to vampire. Strangely, you didn’t feel fear, but a deep sense of calm and peace. Now you realized why he turned you into a vampire: it was the only way to be free forever.

You closed your eyes and held him tight: “I love you!” you whispered.

In that moment he knew that he could even die, because he experienced true love for at least once in his long life.

“I love ya too baby!” he answered.

Your lips touched in a long passionate kiss and as time passed, you felt your skin burning, as the sun light touched your bodies. You both felt tears in your eyes, but your love was much stronger and you kept kissing as you felt the warmth of the sun burning you. He whispered in your ear: "Are ya scared baby?"

“No...just keep…kissing…me!” you begged in pain.

He kept kissing you, pushing his body against yours while you shared this last kiss together. You were burning together in a never-ending moment of passion. Your mouths kept touching as you both moaned in pain and pleasure. Your bodies burned while you kissed and as you kept kissing, you lose touch with everything else, as the fire felt so good on you. You didn’t’ feel pain anymore, but only a sensation of pure pleasure even if the sun was destroying both your bodies. In the last moment, between life and death, he looked at you with a sweet smile: “Thank ya!”

Then he held you tight and gave you one last kiss, as your bodies turned into dust.

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I hope you enjoyed it and you didn't find the ending too tragic...idk why it came out like that...🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[cheesy-cryptid]

Its still Halloween its still Halloween its still halloween its still hal

[heart-of-ep]

"𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽...𝓽𝓸 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵."

I saw this picture of Elvis on Tumblr, and it completely ruined me cause oml he's so pretty????? So, of course, I had to draw it. 😂 I may nor may not have gotten carried away with the eyelashes, but let me tell you, this man had lashes for dayssss. 😍

Also while 1970 was definitely a vampire era for Elvis, so was 1957 cause again, JUST look at him. 🥰

[venusbyline]

i can fix them (but i kinda prefer them crazy lool)

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

🦇🧛‍♀️🩸

[dreamingofep]

I don’t think you guys understand how I’m like 🤏🏻 this close to keep writing for Sinned Awakening and not end it just yet…😈

[takincareofbusiness]

From Me'n Elvis by Charlie Hodge,

"Elvis never liked to talk too seriously during a meal if it might lead to an argument. One night in Hollywood, Elvis and I got into a little spat at supper. He got up and walked out. When he came back to finish eating, he said, "Charlie, let's don't ever argue like that again when we're eating. I just went back there and lost what I ate." When Elvis got a little bored with making Clambake. I walked out on the set one morning. It was the original Phantom of the Opera movie set. A bucket of water hit me from way up on one of the high catwalks. I looked up and another bucket hit me. My shirt was soaked. I took it off and neatly placed it in front of a heater to dry out. Then I went to the wardrobe department and got a dry shirt to put on. Every 20 minutes or so, I'd go back and feel my shirt to see if it was getting dry. It felt as wet as ever. I couldn't understand it. At the end of the day, I checked it again. Still soaking wet! I walked away from it, then sneaked back and peered around the corner. There was Elvis, sraying it with a fire extinguisher. He had been doing that all day long. As soon as I felt it, he'd come back and spray it again. Then Elvis came out of his dressing room to do a scene, Richard Davis, his valet, hit him from the same catwalk with a ballon filled with water. Elvis looked up and said quietly, without anger, "I'll get you for that." Elvis went back into his dressing room and came back out a few minutes later in a dry costume and did his scene. Then he found a heavy fire hose, and blasted Richard off the catwalk. The movie director, Arthur Nadel, had been hit by firecrackers so much that he started coming to the set wearing an old Nazi helmet. In one scene, Elvis goes to answer the phone, he says, "Hello." Just Then Nadel lit a huge round firecracker and rolled it across the set floor at him. He dropped the phone and yelled, "Oh he#$, and fled. In another scene Bill Bixby was acting in front of the camera and Elvis simply walked up to him and pushed a cream pie in his face. Pies started flying everywhere. Everybody came in for our practical jokes, from the director on down to the coffee man. Movie crews loved to work with Elvis and they asked to. Everyday was different from the last one and you never knew what to expect when you got up in the morning. With Elvis, life was great."

[peegpin]

Art for Morning Elvis live at the Denver Ball Arena by Florence and the Machine ft. @mothercain

[velvetprvsley]

the way he can go from Cute lil’ feller to Pimp daddy in seconds

[ophelia-writes-stuff]

for anyone interested . . . short yandere vampire!elvis fic coming out on Saturday . . . stay tuned

[claire-elvisgirl]

BLOODY TRIANGLE pt.2

Summary: You, Elvis and his old Master. A love story beyond time. In this chapter Elvis tells you about vampires’ secrets.

Warnings: 18+, vampire stuff (something is made up), mention of bites and blood, fluff, sex

Word Cunt: 2131

Part1

One week later…

You were outside your house, getting ready for a walk, when suddenly you felt someone touching your shoulder. You turned around and your heart skipped a beat when you saw him standing before you. His eyes were filled with pure desire and you felt very clearly that he wanted you again. He didn’t show any aggressive signs, but he seemed ready to feed on you.

“You…” you mumbled in a whisper.

He just smiled: “I didn’t think ya would forgive me…but I’m thankful for ya givin’ me a second chance!”

You closed the door and you talked without looking at him: “Look, it’s not a second chance, it’s just that I wanted to talk about…your bite!”

He seemed confused: “My bite? Ya wanna complain about that?!”

You stood in silence for a while and then you turned to him: “I don’t remember to have given you permission to do that!”

He chuckled: “Well, I think I got a lil’ carried away, but ya can’t blame me for a lil’ taste, c’mon!”

“Oh yes I can…I feel strange and weird since then!”

He smiled again: “Ya know why? Because a vampire bite it’s like a sweet addiction…so, in short, now that I’ve bit ya…you’ll crave my bite again and again!”

 “WHAT??” you asked in shock.

He tried to calm you down: “Look baby, it ain’t that bad…it won’t make ya lose control…actually I think you’ll find it sort of…pleasurable!”

“Pleasurable? What kind of a sick person are you? Oh yeah…sorry…you’re not a person, you’re a fucking vampire!”

He hushed you: “Don’t talk like that please…like I said, it won’t be so bad…it’s like a warm and fuzzy feeling!”

You walked away: “Look, I’ve forgiven you, but please, don’t look for me again, okay?”

He tried to protest, but then his face wore a big smile: “Oh don’t ya worry…it’ll be YOU to come looking f’me!” then he walked away, leaving you speechless and a little scared.

That night you went to bed and you fell asleep almost immediately, even if his words still echoed in your mind. Suddenly you woke up, as you felt your heart beating fast and you began to sweat. You felt cold shivers down your spine, but before you could do anything, that cold turned into something else. Your heartbeat slowed down and you felt a hot sensation spreading through your chest. That strange feeling took over your whole body, as you felt something you never felt before, something between excitement and anticipation. It was an amazing feeling, that grew stronger as a new wave of warmness hit you, filling your body with arousal and desire. Then suddenly it all vanished, leaving you panting on the bed, with your eyes pointing at the ceiling. Your hand reached for your phone and you wrote him a message:

“You were right…I’m sorry!”

He answered almost immediately, with a hint of arrogance: “I knew it! That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I got very scared…it was strange…”

“That’s just the beginning, it’s gonna be much more intense. Once you’ll feel it for a while, you’ll even begin to crave for it! Anyway, I won’t try to convince ya again…I’ll wait for ya!”

The following night you felt that sensation again and it was stronger than ever. With your own surprise, you grabbed your phone and you called him. He picked up the phone quickly: “Hello?”

You were breathing hardly: “I…I’m sorry to call you, but…”

“…let me guess…that feeling again, right?” he asked laughing.

And then those words rushed out of your mouth, like a bullet from a gun: “I need to see you…now!”

He smiled and his fangs popped out: “I’m on my way hun’!”

He got to your house in a matter of seconds and you almost jumped when you saw him beside your bedroom door. He smelled the air around: “I feel it…”

He looked at you, he noticed your red cheeks, your dilated pupils and the desire look on your face. Just the sight of you made him feel excited and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.

You sat on the bed panting: “You’re here…” you got up and you ran into his arms, holding him tight. You were scared to death, but you felt that in that moment he was the only thing you desired. He held you back kissing the top of your head and he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to feed from you again, to feel your warm neck in his teeth, your blood flowing down his tongue. Then you whispered in his ear: “Please bite me!”

His breath dies in his throat. He couldn’t believe his ears. Your thirst for him was so intense, that you were actually begging for it. He grabbed your chin gently and he asked: “Are ya sure hun’? Is that what ya want?”

You nodded in silence, as the feeling grew even stronger. He pressed his body on yours as he lowered his head to your neck. You were so close that he could feel your breath on his skin. He felt his fangs sliding down, ready to sink into your neck again.

“Wait!” you stopped him. “The first time I was asleep…I didn’t feel a thing, but now I’m awake. Will it hurt?”

He smiled gently: “Ya worry too much, just lemme do it, it won’t hurt at all. I promise the only thing you’ll feel will be an immense wave of pleasure!”

He took your neck in his hand and he moved your hair away. He hesitated a little bit more, then he slowly sank his fangs deep into your neck, feeling your warm blood filling his mouth. You whimpered in pain, but it soon became a great sense of pleasure. He was right. Your neck felt so soft and he took his time and as he kept drinking from you, he slid a hand around your back and held you closer. He pulled back from you as he still kept holding you in his arms and he looked at the little marks he left on your skin. You looked at him and for a while you got really scared; his usually blue eyes were now red as fire.

“What the…”

In a second their deep-ocean blue came back. You cried into his arms: “I…I don’t wanna become a vampire…”

“Don’t worry…it was just a taste. Ya won’t turn into a vampire. The only way you’ll turn, is if ya let me feed again with a full bite, but if ya wanna stay human, I won’t ask again!”

“You mean it’s up to me?”

“Of course it’s up to you, that’s a pretty hard decision to take! I’ll stay out of it and I won’t bother ya again. But…if ya want a taste of a different life…all ya have to do is call me. And trust me, that last bite will change your life forever!”

“A full bite…you mean…” Yes. He meant that. He would have to drink all your blood, down to the last drop.

“Look baby, I know it sounds scary, but I promise it won’t hurt, I’ll make it very pleasant for ya. I wouldn’t bite ya in a way ya wouldn’t enjoy!”

You were about to cry: “Oh my God…It’s all so strange, so weird…can I…can I ask you a thing?”

You both sat down on the bed: “What d’ya wanna know hun?”

You had so many things to ask him, but you tried to make order in your mind and you chose your question: “That feeling…it’s the same for everyone? I mean…all the people get those cravings after a vampire bat?”

“Yeah, but in many different ways…it’s never the same! Most people actually ask for another bite pretty quickly after the first one…and for others it may take weeks! But the common thing is the desire. It becomes like an addiction!” he smiled “In your case it’s very strong and you could feel it again in a few hours!”

“So soon?”

“Yeah…I felt a strange connection with ya…that’s why the craving’s so strong! But like I said before, I’ll give ya time to make a decision. I’ll bite ya only if ya ask me to! I promise! But lemme tell ya something…you’ll know when the right time comes!”

You looked at him in his eyes: “Can…can you stay here tonight?”

He smiled: “Really? Ya mean ya don’t wanna send me away?”

“No, I…I would be happy if you’ll stay!” you replied. You were scared and confused and even if he was a dark creature, next to him you felt safe. “I want you to stay next to me…in case the cravings are too bad, but…I’m not ready to sleep with you yet!”

“I get it, don’t worry…I’ll sleep on the couch and I won’t try to do anything if ya don’t give me permission! Cross my heart!”

He picked you up and he laid you gently on the bed, covering your body with a light blanket and he gave you a sweet caress: “Good night my angel!”

The morning after you woke up and saw him sleeping on the floor, next to the bed. He didn’t want to leave you alone. As he woke up he smiled at you: “How was your night baby?”

You had a wonderful sleep, no cravings and no strage feelings. He was happy to hear that, but suddenly his smile disappeared and he sat close to you: “Hun I was thinking…ya should come to my place!”

You couldn’t believe your ears: “What? Why?”

“I think my home would be a better option for now…at least until ya make your decision. In my home I’ll be able to take care of ya and fully satisfy ya and ya will also feel much more comfortable!”

“That’s very nice, but…I don’t wanna be a burden…”

He laughed, holding your face into his hands: “Being a burden? My love, you’ll never be a burden to me!”

His offer was really tempting. You knew that close to him you would have been even more safe. You accepted: “Wait, let’s make one thing clear: If I accept to come with you, I don’t want you to think I already took my decision…I’m not sure yet!”

“Don’t worry…ya can leave on your own at anytime, nothing permanent!” he replied.

“You know…I read something about vampires lately and…is it true that you can’t lie? That everything you say is always the truth?”

He stood up and walked around the room as he explained: “Yeah…it’s true. Vampire cannot lie. And you’ve been able to verify that many times already, while talkin’ to me!”

“Wow, it’s wonderful but…I think it could be terrible too. I mean, people could make you say something you wanna keep for yourself!”

He nodded and turned a little sad: “Yeah…you’re right. Humans use this ability for the opposite effect. Sometimes they manipulate us into revealing confidential information that could harm us…it’s a double-edged sword…which is why we should always be cautious when talkin’ to humans!”

You listened to his words with a bit of sadness. You never saw him that vulnerable. He wore the face of an immortal and cruel creature, but deep inside you knew he was totally different, maybe he still had a bit of his lost humanity. You decided to ask him another question. Since he couldn’t lie, you knew you were about to know the truth: “Why did you chose me? And…why do you want me home with you?”

His face softened even more and his cheeks turned a little red: “I chose ya because you’re innocent and good…I felt ya deserved the chance to see another side of life. As for why I want ya home with me…that is very simple. I wanna take care of ya!”

“But…what’s your real intention? I mean…is your final goal to turn me into a vampire or…is the choice really up to me?”

He took a deep breath. He knew he couldn’t lie, even if he was afraid to hurt you with his answer: “Ya know I can’t lie hun’…my desire is indeed to turn ya into a vampire, sooner or later, and to have ya next to me for eternity, but that is only my selfish desire. Like I said, I’ll let ya decide and I’ll respect your decision, whatever will it be!”

“Wow…you know what? I think I could come with you, but…promise you won’t rush me to choose between you and my life!”

“Promise!” he raised his hand and then he gave you a little kiss. “Ya can stay with me for two days or six months…or even one year, but I’ll never force ya to stay. I’ll let ya choose based on the feelings in your heart!”

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