Do vampires exist?

I loved vampires irrespective of the answer to the above question.

Not so long ago, when I was 14, I developed a craze of vampire movies which I watched along with my best buddy, my elder sister. But when have we not been in the midst of vampire obsession? Yet, I was one of the most fanatic admirer of vampire tales... not only tales but VAMPIRES. My sister lost her interest soon after trespassing the adolescene. But my craving... was far beyond that limit. Yes, I could use the word Vampire-aholic.

DAMN! That was one of the most ill crazes.

I used to wonder a lot about the fact that vampires really don't exist. OK... they really don't. But I was a little too moronic to understand or accept the fact. As soon as I grew older, I begin to wonder if I would be gifted with a vampire boyfriend who would change the whole perspective of LIFE for me? Would I ever?

I was then 18 when I got a full ripened boyfriend.... He was better than an 18 year old girl could imagine. He had the looks that most of the men magazines always featured; brown dyed sleek hair, eyes that could enchant you so hard... you can't imagine being alert ever again, a body so slender but musculine that girls could die for. He choose me out of all the girls and I really didn't know the reason.

Yes, he did bite to mark my fragile skin sheeted over my neck muscles.

No, he wasn't a vampire.

NO.... HE WASN'T. The only probabilty to this conclusion was that he died in a road accident where all his good looking, breath taking, jaw dropping, eye catching, mesmerizing features were smashed so so hard that I couldn't recognize him.

Vampires don't die, Right?

"Mam? We're at the destination." The taxi driver woke me up from my untold imagination.

I stepped out of the cab, into a new world of REALITY. Basically not a new world but a total different world from my actual world, a little universe where I and my 14 yr old self lived in vampire fantasies. The 14 yr old me.... huh... I won't bring that cuz I was horrible. But the 19 yr old me is quite more mature. This 19 yr old girl only submerges into her little universe at the most darkest hours of the night, when dreaming. A big sigh! Nothing like a dark sexy vampire thing actually exists, atleast not on this dignitary planet.

I barged into the famous nightclub, where I was known as an amateur songtress rising up in popularity rapidly.

"Hey baby, you gonna rock tonight." A regular clubgoer remarked as soon as I entered.

I nodded humbly as I passed by. I was bestowed upon with the brilliance of excellent vocals. I had the most captivating voice, the clubbers and executive managers of the club said so. And that was the possible reason for hiring me.

And I was attractive, a fact that I, myself, admitted.

That night, I choose the most elegant of the attires. Strapless, ruched, slinky black cocktail dress with feathery hem. A total perfect, yet wrong choice for that night. I was just hired to sing in the club and to spellbound the audience so that they could return back to this very club. But I was just asked to sing and I had signed a contract where it was clearly stated that I won't give any other favour... none.

"You look gorgeous today but kinda late." The manager escorted me to the stage.

"Sorry... I'll do my best." I displayed my most decent way of smiling.

As I stood upright on my feet in the centre of the stage. The club was illuminated with the LED lights. Despite standing on the stage, I was not in the spotlight but the lights were sporadically striking my face. I cleared my throat before moving closer to the mic and then sucked in a deep breath. My canny eyes scanned the clubbers. I unconsciously grinned as I noticed many new clubbers, perhaps eager to hear my voice.

As my eyes were busy admiring how my voice could gather people, they got stuck on a certain pair of eyes. He was a regular but I never saw him during performance and assumed he wasn't interested in anything other than the girls he was always seen with and even those girls had always change faces that I couldn't recognize.

Now why was he here? He still didn't seem any delighted to listen to what I had to say... no .... sing.

He was not more flauntless than my deceased boyfriend with a muscular body to drool over. His skin was exceptionally pale and a presence that howled 'you cannot die once for him but over and over again even if he didn't ask you to'. He had sharp bleached short hair halting at the nape of his neck. Thick bangs sheathed his eyes but that was his usual hairstyle. Tonight, he had gelled his hair backwards and that was the first time I saw his eyes.

His eyes.

His eyes had unutterable charm. No doubt he had to conceal them under his bleached bangs. But why didn't he hide them tonight too? Why did I have to watch his hypnotizing eyes, now leering at me like I was nude. STOP STARING! I wanted to shout... just then I realized all the waiting eyes glued to me.

This time I failed to flash my perfect smile to the crowd that made boys drunk. He was constantly distracting me. I got myself collected and then begin. I begin like I was in an act where I had to perform with full heart, putting my all into it. I didn't had the best of voices, but the voice that could make you feel the sensation, and plunge into the lyrics.

During the performance, I once opened my eyes to watch if the listeners were feeling it? But no.... all I could do was being distracted by those eyes, although he was leering from quite a distance but it was an uproar hitting my nerves so intensily that I felt like the next moment I would DIE.

Never felt this way, right?

Yes, NEVER in my 19 years.

I ended the song and choked because of the lack of air. I swallowed the air again and started breathing heavily. I couldnt stop myself from peeking back at him. As soon as our eyes met, he gestured me to come to him and then mixed within crowd.

"You ok?" A lady barattender ran to me as I stumbled on the stair of the stage.

"I think I am fine. I just need to head home." I gleamed a soulless smile at her.

"You sure you'll be fine?"

"Yes, Thank you." I slightly bowed.

I made up my mind not to involve myself into this mess, from which there was no escape. But why did my feet not obey my strict order. But then I noticed that not only my feet but my heart was being tugged into his direction. I decided to act calm, despite the commotion that already occupied my chest.

BUT HE WAS GONE!

Where did he go? Oh My God! I started to panic inside. My intestines were curling up. STOP! I need to calm down. But where did the hell he go?

"Hey, Ash?" I called another waitress. Well we often had long gossips over phone.

"Got any problem?"

"Ah... no... I just wanted to ask did you know that blonde guy."

"Oh, the hottie?"

"Hottie?"

"Yeah... that's what we call him here."

"Where is he?"

"Why?"

"Uh..." I lost my mind and words to speak. "Uh... I just ... ummm... well I cant lie to you."

"OMO.... have you fallen for him? Don't."

"Silly, I've heard a lot about him... just wanted to check.... check on him." LIE.

"Ah... don't get involved."

"I will... not. But why this .... precaution?"

"He'll strip you right there."

I gulped hardly.

"Good luck."

"But where the hell is he? That's what I have been asking you for the last few minutes."

"There..." She pointed at the edge where some men where playing snookers. "I think you're gonna get stripped."

"I think I'd love to but in private." I murmured.

"God bless you..."

Ok, time to follow what the heart says, but did I really want him to strip me? A Big NO.... but thats also what only my mind thinks... not what my heart says.... not what my body wants.

I peeked at the men and then dusted off the hem of my dress, flipped my hair, gulped down any hesitation and brought up the confidence I should have. Gradually, with every step, I moved forward carefully. He wasn't looking at me but the damn snooker table. This time, his eyes spoke a different impression, an expression of a greedy man. He had the greed before too, when he was leering at me but this greed was change. It was a greed to win.

I felt reluctant to move any further before his greed could eat me up. But my desire to have him wasn't dying down. So, I had to take risk without thinking of the consequence. The next moment, I would be stripped in front of everyone here. I halted right there and waited for his turn to be over.

After the shot, he yawned and finally took notice of me, not with his eyes but with his... nose? It was slight but I observed his nose wrinkle and inhaling. His eyes then danced to the direction where I was standing and

BOOM..... the deadly eye contact.

But I reacted with coolness. This time, I gestured him in the most seductive way I could. He smirked and I screamed... in my thoughts, ofcourse. I begin my cat walk to the near room. Yes, that was a nice move. Now I could finally be stripped... in private.

WHAT WAS I THINKING! Can't lose my virginity to a person I barely know...

I took a brief look and .... YES.... He was following me while keeping himself collected. It seemed like he was camouflaging his madness for me with his self-control... just like I was. My insides were churning up.... or rather burning up. A contest between my emotion had been started. And my composure was acting as the referee. But the referee was soon about to lose the command over the game.

Lose the command as soon as the door to the room closes.

I sighed deeply when I entered the room alone and closed the door. But I was anticipating that he was following and would come. This time not only stripping me with his eyes but with his hands. DAMN! He made me like this just with a deep stare... and I couldnt feel this kind of urge for my boyfriend. But once I play the game... the game will be over once and for all and this result was absolute. Then may be I won't see him here anymore ... or it will be back to normal. I was acting like a lunatic.

I leaned my back against the closed door so hard like my life depended on it. 5 minutes passed and I remained in that posture. I was so coward to open it and let my disappointment devour me. I wanted to fantasize that would turn into reality a few moments later. But that was never gonna happen.

I heard the door knob click. Then someone knocked gently. There was an abrupt rise in my temperature. Despite my trembling fingers, I unlocked the door. And I was greeted with a smirk to die for. He had his broad hands secured within his jeans pockets. He bend forward.

"May I come inside?" Instead of saying 'waiting for me?'

I had been practicing to appear alluring for these 5 minutes of wait but when I gazed into his enchanting eyes, I couldn't talk back. After giving off a confused look, I instantaneously changed the aura I was emitting, now a little more mature and sexy rather than the confused and fearful one. He raised a brow in appreciation. It looked like he was well aware of all my struggles I had to do for him. I started moving backward while facing him and he begin pacing towards me.

"I heard you strip girls right when you meet them." I kept on walking in reverse.

"No I don't. That's a total incorrect information." He kept on inching towards me, with a calmness on outside and madness inside.

"Oh really?"

"No... I don't strip them but they do that themselves." He grinned slightly.

"You're witty."

"That's your opinion."

"So, what ... are you planning to do tonight?"

"Anything that concerns you."

"Like what?"

Before I could get my answer, I was pinned against the wall behind me. He stripped the cloth over my soul not my body... merely with his eyes. I locked my eyes into his and felt weak. Just a deep stare could give you the chills. The bad news was, he was well aware of my lust. I trailed my eyes down onto his smirk decorated over his lush lips. His teeth peered at me and I got a little hint of his large sharp canines, just like fangs of a deadly animal. I slowly lifted my eyelid and looked into his eyes.

"Doll... That's what they call you." He said leaving me shocked to hear such a disgusting name labelled to me.

"Hottie.... That is what they call .....you!" Hottie wasn't as bad as doll sounded like. He chuckled in response and I felt butterflies dancing in stomach.

He pulled himself back and a wave of disappointment hit me. I grasped him back, holding his jaw and kissed him. And then I understood what he meant earlier. I got stripped by a kiss. He didn't kiss back but I got to taste his lips. He yanked me closer after I parted.

"You want me that bad?" He whispered and I felt like any other girl he had met, like all those girls who did a strip for him.

I backed off.

"Too late... cuz you're delicious."

With big surprised eyes I smiled at him like I was about to get what I wanted. But my smile vanished within the very next second. What was I doing in that room with him in the first place.

"I am sorry. I think I need to go." I tried to get out of his grip.

"Don't try to hide your desire." His fangs again peered out with the most tempting smile.

I shook the feeling away and with a big burden on my heart, continued. "NO... I really have to go. Let go off me."

"So, you won't put on a seductive act for me anymore. You're such an ordinary girl." He mocked.

"I am OK being an ordianry girl."

"Yes..." He leaned into me. "An ordinary girl who tastes so good."

I lost and let emotions... no, not emotions but desire ruin me. I closed me eyes ready to get kissed this time. Within the next tick on the clock, his fangs that were just peering at me, were now sensing my delicate skin. He licked the sensation on my neck. It tingled but..... not like it did with my deceased boyfriend. IT WAS HEAVEN. It was now just like the MOVIES I LOVED... A human was tasting my neck just like a vampire would. He was this good???

Now he got me all excited. Before I could think of his next action, he proceeded with the vampire act he was putting on. His teeth, or rather fangs cut my skin and I couldnt help but whimper in pain and excitement. His teeth were stronger than my deceased boyfrined just like his grip. A drop... no.... a rainfall.... no.... It was something in between what fell down my neck. It was some thick fluid, not to be vague, it was my hot red blood, as red as my whole body.

EXCITED!

I wanted him to pierce me down and down and down and then pick me up take me to the bed and strip away my strapless dress and I felt glad that the dress was strapless, allowing him greater access to what he was doing.

Now, it was getting painfully awful. Stop! I would die at this rate. I placed my shivering fingers on his chest as a message to stop. He did as I wanted him to do. He halted the sucking and piercing. I was sure that wound won't heal in million years. He gradually drew himself back and

IT WAS HORRIBLE for a human to watch....

But this human was a vampire-aholic... ME...

His lips and the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood, my blood. He licked away the blood in the most breath taking way, but it was still smeared over his lips. Instead of howling in terror, I smiled at him like a retard.

"Kiss me... Vampire." I demanded in the lowest husky voice.

He appeared to be a little shocked, me calling him Vampire, but he just acted like one. He bit his lower lip and lifted up my jaw, marking my neck with the sweet kisses that made me dizzy. He licked my neck again, missing the wound on purpose.

"Ki-kiss... me." I stuttered and gulped as he lowered my jaw. I had closed my eyes, breathing really unsteady.

Make me go crazy.

Make me mad.

Make me do a strip like all those girls do.

Make me go drunk.

But just kiss me for now.... Please, I beg you.

"I came in hopes to get seduced... not to seduce you..." He admitted his dismay.

I held back my desire for a second. "So, you really want me to strip." I mocked and the giggled.

"You're witty."

"That's your opinion."

"Fu** opinions. We are not here to discuss that."

"Exactly." I smirked and got a steamy kiss. The most memorable kiss .... in the most seductive nights. I could taste my iron flavoured blood on his lips. It was the taste of any other girl's blood. Wait.... was he a real vampire? No, vampires Don't exist.

He parted, panting like he was about to lose control.

Yeah! I wanted him to lose control and turn into a beast.

His tongue danced over his lips. His mesmerizing eyes were no half closed. It felt like he lost his calmness. He picked me up. FINALLY. My breathing paced. His bony hands were gripping me like I was his possession which he'll hate to share socially or.... sexually. I could witness the beast I had been waiting for. At that moment I didnt want to think about the results of this night. Or what will hapen after that... like would he throw me away like garbage... THIS MOMENT, Nothing mattered to me except him.

He pinned me on the white sheated bed, with curtains hanging on all sides of it to block the outer world... even block any space that could watch us. He landed on me. I totally lacked the seducing skills and I felt even more disappointed in me than he would ever be.

"Be mine.... forever." He peered into my soul and I felt naked. But utterly shocked by his proposal.

"Forever? I think that's a long time."

"Not for me... neither will it remain for you, Doll." He asked and left my insides go crazy.

"Don't dare to break my heart or else..."

"Or else??"

"I would bite you harder."

"Yeah~ I want you even more now, Doll."

"You have me, Hottie. Just don't kill me."

He chuckled.

He seemed smooth ... but he wasn't. He was rough... with everything he did. Kiss, bite and what he was going to do.... everything was done in the most beastly way. He took a whiff of my red hair. He again stared into my eyes that could cause my death.

"Kiss... that's all what you wanted from Hottie."

"No, I---"

He blocked my words before I slip them out. I wanted more... not just a kiss. But his kisses were not JUST kisses, they could send a girl from earth to heaven and back to earth.

"How do I taste like?"

"H-Heaven."

"No... tell me something different. Something that could make me go crazy."

I thought he was already at the border of being modest. "You taste like a Vampire." Thats what a vampire-aholic could think of a person like him.

He again glared at me like I hit his weak point or made him annoyed or like I displayed his most embarrassing secret that was supposed to remain untold. His expression softened for a bit and then became that of a drunkyard.

"You're the best drink I would ever have."

I smiled and shut my eyes. I could imagine us together.... FOREVER.... like he said. But it was a fantasy, right? Boys lie... lie a lot ..... lie frequently, almost about anything especially being together Forever... like my boyfriend who lied and died. But who cared. Right now I was in the middle of my best night ever.

He tickled my skin with his hand softly hovering over my bare thigh. He leaned over and kissed me, this time doing the research with his tongue. A sharp emotion developed in my mind. He played with my tongue like he'd never stop. I gulped down and entwined my fingers in his bleached hair. It felt like he was about to die and only my fluid could heal him. He didn't let me breath for once and I was short of breath. I needed oxygen. This time, my gesture on his chest to stop didn't work. Did he really not need to take a break for oxygen. I kicked him in him slightly and he halted.

I sucked in the air... almost all air I could inhale.

"Are you planning to really kill me?" I almost yelled at him when I caught some breath.

"I need you right now." He inclined over me so close that our bodies pressed against each other. He begin unzipping the back of my dress and a sweet feeling of victory surged through my body. He was about to strip me...for real.

"I love you." I murmured. SHIT.

That's not what I planned to say.... not yet.... My words stopped him from lowering my dress down my chest.

NO.... Don't stop, don't leave me yet. I need you.... I want you.

He pulled back his body and our arms dislocked. NO!

"I... can take that back.... really..." I tried to cover up.

He stared into my eyes, but this time with a fear. Later, it turned into contentment. I felt like we knew each other since FOREVER, right when I used to think FOREVER DOESN'T EXIST.

"Stay right where you are, Doll." He ordered and what could I do in response except obey.

I waited lying in the bed, waiting for him desperately. I needed to feel his warmth over me and inside me. I felt like a slut... and I was acting like one. When I got bored of waiting, I got up with a feeling he might have left, But he was still there. I was facing his broad back. I slid the curtain away to look at what he was doing. Just at the moment, I saw him staring into the injection's needle with madness in his eyes that were filled with contentment just a few secs ago.

A piercing sharp feeling of getting more hurt and bruised inthis relationship finally surrounded me. WHY WAS I HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE? I could be in my bed, having some coffee and reading a good book. My mom would come and turn off the lights while watching me sleep. Yet I was here with a VAMPIRE- like human. I originally begin to assume him as a vampire, although he wasnt.... because vampires don't exist. Still the feeling of terror was overwhelming.

Just then his eyes striked me with a wicked 'i got you' look. No.... fear shot down through my alert body. I had to run as fast as possible when I got a notice of his fangs and his almost red eye balls which were black a few minutes ago. I rushed through the curtains towards the door. I tried to unlock the door but my hands were trembling like crazy. Beads of sweet sweat builded over my forehead. I felt him come near and close. DAMN!

He gently opened the door for me and I took a brief glance of his victorious look before dashing out. I got bumped into the drunk thick crowd still filling the club late at night but what were clubs made for other than this. It occured to me that I was lost among the clubbers. I pushed people away, pulsating like he was still after me. I ran for my life. I didnt know why he held the injection or was that thing really for me but I knew he was dangerous... like a vampire.

All my life I wished to have a vampire boyfriend who would kiss and bite me just like any other movie but Tonight... I regretted all that. My addiction to vampires and their stores was fading like water colors.

Just when I thought I had moved to a safe corner, someone tugged at my arm harshly, yanking me towards. As soon as my face buried into a familiar body, I raised my head and found my new vampire boyfriend's arms around my waist.

SHOOT...

"Gotcha..."

He stretched my arm and pricked my vein with the injection needle. Neither could I cry nor scream. I just happened to stare at him with fear and shock. The crowd was still dancing but none looked our way. It appeared to me like all were drunk or senseless. As soon as my body accepted the fluid, ripples of numbness developed inside. I moaned lightly in pain. I was hanging in his arms. I wanted to open my eyes but they were closing like I had no control over anything in this whole situation.

He leaned down as my back arched in his arm and licked my fresh wound. I whimpered in pain but couldnt move a muscle. He pierced my skin again this time less beastly, more slowly and seductively, like I was a drug. He sucked the blood dripping down my neck and licked it away. That was the moment when I felt completely paralyzed.

He picked me up and took me back to the room, gently placing me on the bed and then hanged over me. A deep urge to bite... went through my mind. The whole imagery seen through my half closed eyes was dizzy except for his figure. I could hear the soft sound of violin, the same sound I heard when I was 5 yrs old. My throat went dry as if decorated with thorns.

He dragged a red rose over my skin. "Because... only vampires can love.... FOREVER."

Notes

THE END......
Ahhhh it was tiring.... i hope you guys liked and enjoyed although it wasn't the best you had expected but I promise I tried hard....
While usually listening to poison I just imagine the scenes of a music video worth 3 or 4 minutes... but I HAD TO DEVELOP EMOTIONS before getting to the real part which was snookers table... cuz thats where I start to imagine the video for poison.

Now time to tell the idol I think of while imagining.

Yes... my first ever bias KEVIN bcz of the blonde hair and I loved it on him.... but later VIXX showed up and I got obssessed and then Vixx leo got blonde hair and then...... urghhhh...... but when I imagine I do shuffle between them according to which face I want to imagine at that time (my bias in vixx is Hongbin.... :P but he never had blonde hair and LEO suits vampire image more than anyone else....)

Thanks to my dear subscriber and all the readers ... so if you liked ...vote....

AND DO TELL ME WHICH IDOL YOU IMAGINED WHILE READING..... PLEASE I NEED YOUR OPINION.... WHETHER HE IS YOUR ULTIMATE BIAS OR ANY OTHER IDOL YOU THINK FITS THE IMAGE OF VAMPIRE WELL..... SO PLEASE DO COMMENT AND LET ME KNOW..... THANKS AND HUGS TO ALL.

(i cant belive the word count surpassed 4500 words and its still 16 july here....sorry no smut but I still rated it M)