[M] I Thought You Were A Dream

Rick groaned to himself, pulling at his tie to loosen it up somewhat as he turned the key in the locked front door of his empty house.

Click.
Click.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, groping along the wall until his fingers found the light switch, flicking it on, blinking as the light flooded his vision. It was pitch black outside and he had spent almost an hour walking in the darkness to get home from the bar he worked at.

Two years ago he would have expected a fuss now. His girlfriends little yappy dog would have jumped at his feet and she would be standing in the living room doorway ready to pull him into an embrace after a long days work.

The house was empty.

She had left him, taking her yappy dog with her.

The house seemed to big with her there but he couldn't be bothered with the effort of finding a smaller place. He could pay for this place easily. He just needed to find someone to share it with.

Perhaps that new girl who had been flirting with him in the bar. They'd gotten along great so far. Been on quite a few dates. Fallen into bed with each other two weeks ago. Everything was going great with her. Cherri. He'd joked about it sounding like a stripper name and in response she had done things to him that would put a stripper to shame. She was a great girl.

He kicked the door shut, forgetting to lock it as he tossed the keys in the bowl on top of a small unit next to the door.

The man yawned softly as he dropped down onto the large comfortable sofa in the living room, sinking into the soft pillows.

The room was a mess. He was a man living on his own and he had little motivation to clean up and impress anyone. Everything he needed was out on the coffee table or the floor.

Tissues littered the floor around the couch, piling up slowly after nights of being alone. Among those tissues were a couple things that would raise a few brows if anyone saw them. Toys. Magazines. Things that people usually kept locked away in their drawer rather than sprawled out on the floor in plain sight of anyone that walked in.

He moaned softly as he stripped of his work clothing, tossing them aside and sinking back into the couch wearing nothing more than a pair of tight-fitting boxer briefs.

With a press of a button, he turned the TV on and let his attention be snapped up by the brain-melting crap that was late-night television.

Somewhere in a hotel in Catania there was a short ginger man tied at the wrists and ankles, then tied to a bed via a leash and collar. He was gagged and intoxicated to the point of being passed out. He wasn't going to me making any noises or going anywhere for hours. But the gag was there just for insurance.

On the dresser in the room was a device that Jenevieve had carried on her person for months, a sensor that would ensure that if Razzle tried to escape her, he'd be shocked at intense pain from the collar locked around his neck.

Her plan was to leave Italy all together, but before she did that, she wanted to give someone she hadn't seen in awhile a final visit. And she knew she would have a hard time stalking this man down if she had her little oath of a blood bank following behind her.

So she bound the man and forced him to drink vodka until his eyes could no longer stay open. It was then that she gagged him and left the hotel to go find "The Blood Bucket" bar.

She was going to enter the bar and try to persuade Rick to follow her using the premise of sex to allure him, but just before she approached the bar she saw him exit and head down the street.

With a sly grin her red eyes hooded.

It would be funner to play cat and mouse.

So she stalked him instead. As a vampire the woman was nearly invisible as she followed him at a decent distance.

Every now on then on his walk home the poor man might have felt the presence of another out of pure instinct, but if he had ever tried to stop and look around, there would be no trace of anyone.

The vampire's thrill rose ten fold when she saw how desolate of a location he lived in. It was the perfect little home, cozy and welcoming. Like a dream house. There wasn't anyone around to hear any sort of commotion, such as someone screaming for help.

Once he entered inside Jenevieve approached his home and lightly tried the door handle. She expected it to be locked, and if that was the case she would have found another way in.

But to her sick enjoyment she found that the knob twisted and she was able to enter his home in complete silence. Sneaking behind him she went to explore the rest of his house while he got comfortable in the living room.

She wanted to have fun seeing what she could use out of his own belongings to torture him with. The kitchen had plenty of knives and other tools she could use. She logged that away as she went to explore the rest of the house, spotting various camping equipment that interested her as well. The man's house was not clean at all, he left everything out in the open.

Jenevieve didn't like that one bit.

She made her way back into the living room where Rick was watching television. Silently she made her way up behind him, her red eyes set to the back of his head.

He would have been able to smell the sweet smelling perfume on her she was so close. But before he'd have time to react, she pulled a vintage revolver from inside her boot and pointed it to the back of his head, caulking it to cause the small clicking noise that indicated a gun was ready to fire.

"Don't move." She commanded, her breath filled with a hushed, yet excited tone. She pressed the barrel to the back of his head, the cold metal digging into his scalp.

The show he was watching was quickly getting boring.

Late night TV was seriously lacking any form of good content nowadays. There were always other forms of TV entertainment he could resort to.

Leaning forwards with a soft hum, the man pulled a few tissues from a cheap cardboard box of tissues sitting on the arm of the couch and turned the channel.

Moans filled the living room. Two women on appeared on the TV, touching themselves and each other, speaking dirty and playing with each other. What Rick wouldn't give to be in the middle of that.

The man settled down on the couch again, lifting his hips to pull off his boxers and toss them onto the floor.

His own hands began to wander over his tanned skin and his eyes drifted shut as he imagined being between those two woman. Being touched like they were touching each other.

If he concentrated hard enough, he could imagine the smell of their perfume.

His body froze up when he heard the voice and a clicking noise he had only ever heard in movies before. A gun.

His heart thrummed in his chest and his blue eyes stared at the TV blankly, not seeing what was on the screen.

Jenevieve had been so focused on Rick that at first she didn't notice exactly what was on the moving picture screen... televisions were what they were called she thought... She didn't keep up with that stuff.

After she had the gun pressed to the back of his head she realized he had been in the middle of pleasuring himself and she turned her attention to the t.v.

Her eyes widened a little as she saw the two women doing intimate things to each other. Her cheeks got slightly pink and she stared a bit longer then she meant to.

Even though she never wanted to admit it, Jenevieve had been having fantasies about other women in that way. She'd never been with another female and due to the time she had been raised in was led to believe it was bad to be in lusty same sex affairs.

It was ironic really that a woman who had a man held at gunpoint and many other men's blood on her hands was caught up in the "right" or "wrong" of homosexuality.

Jenevieve was, to put it nicely, a special individual.

"My my, how perverted." She tsked. She didn't want to let her victim know that the scene on the television was arousing to her. So instead she acted condescending.

"It's been months since we last met and here I find you in the most humiliating way possible. Naked and alone. It's almost too perfect." She taunted, caressing the barrel of the gun up and down the length of the back of Rick's head.

He was a man alone at night. What did she think he was going to be doing? Singing children to sleep and rescuing puppies?

He was a man with needs and this was one of his needs.

His brows furrowed together in confusion. Months? They had met before? He couldn't remember ever meeting with someone and leaving on such bad terms that he deserved a gun to the back of his head.

"Who are y-you?"

Though his voice sounded stronger than he felt, it did crack, proving that he was scared.

Who wouldn't be scared with a gun caressing the back of his head?

Jenevieve's brow furrowed and her lips tilted into a small frown. She had expected him to remember her from the tone in her voice.

Who would just forget their first experience with a vampire? Hell he should have been obsessed with her and instead he didn't even recognize her!?

She pressed the gun to his head even more as she leaned down, extracting her fangs and gliding them across the length of his neck. Her free hand glided down his shoulder and rested on his chest, her nails extracting as well to poke into his flesh.

Her breath was hot against his skin, and her teeth were sharp enough that even though she barely caressed him it would have left little needle like welts in their path.

"Ring any bells?" She asked, sounding a tad bit irritated she had to try and remind him.

Were those...needles?

No, fangs. She had fangs. She had- She was a Vampire.

A Vampire.

He couldn't forget his first experience with a Vampire, even if he had convinced himself that it had just been a dream. Vampire's didn't exist in the real world.

Rick remembered people by their appearance. Their faces. He hadn't recognised her yet because he hadn't seen her yet.

His lips pressed together and he gave an uncomfortable little grunt as her teeth and nails scratched at his skin. His hand rested in his lap, trying to cover himself. This felt awkward. He wished he had something to cover himself with on hand.

"Jene- Jenevieve."

On screen one of the girls whimpered the other's stage name in time with Rick's broken scared whisper as the other girl toyed with her.

Jenevieve's frown turned quickly into a wide grin the moment he said her name.

That was better.

She stood back, still pointing the gun at him, and made her way around the front so that he could see her. She stood in between him and the television, the gun aimed directly at him.

"Your house is a pigsty. Wouldn't it be unfortunate if there were to be some sort of freak accident and the authorities would have to try and walk through all this mess to find you?" She said, still smiling. Her eyes were warm and sweet but her words were laced with sadism.

Yes, that was the face that he remembered.

That face...

"I thought you were a dream," he blurted before he could stop himself. He thought he had just drank something funny and had a weird dream.

He pressed a hand to his mouth. That wasn't something you said to a woman. It sounded like a shitty pick-up line. He had more class than to use shitty pick-up lines.

A shiver chased down his spine.

Freak accident. The way she had said that was so...sinister. Like...Like it was going to happen. Like something bad was going to happen to him. A freak accident, caused by herself.

He stayed silent, staring at her warily, still trying to cover himself with his hands.

Behind the Vampire, more moans and whispered dirty words sounded.

The smile remained on her face. He thought she had been a dream? She found that cute in a way.

"Rick darling, if that was a dream then tonight I will show you a nightmare" She purred, her eyes flickering. The first time he had met her she was committed to stop killing men.

This time was different.

This time she had had her heart broken and her pride insulted by a man.

"Clean up this house. Make it presentable and something you'd be proud of should a group of people you don't know were to come in and see it. And be fast about it too." She gave her first set of orders.

She had all ready decided that she was going to kill Rick. The group of people he didn't know would be the police and forensic analysts when they were called to the scene of the crime.

Nightmare.

Nightmares were always things he associated with little kids. Things that adults shouldn't get.

Staring up into this woman's face made him feel like he'd be having nightmares for a long time.

His lips parted with disbelief.

She had broken in here, pointed a gun at his head, threatened him, then told him to clean his house?

That... What? What had...?

Was she serious?

Her eyes got a dead serious look to them though she remained smiling. It was one of those fake pleasant expressions that were unnatural and eerie.

"Now." She said, her voice even more commanding then before.

"And don't waste time putting your clothes back on, that won't do you any good." She added, tapping her foot impatiently.

If he did she would just take them back off after she had him... apprehended better. So it would be pointless.

His cheeks flushed a little.

She wanted him to do it naked?

She wanted to clean his house naked. He doubted he could feel any more embarrassed if she tried to embarrass him.

Hesitantly, his hands moved from his lap and he stood, bending to pick up a handful of tissues on the floor, eyes never straying from her.

He was scared.

He felt like a trapped animal that knew it wasn't getting out of its cage ever again. His house had now become his cage. His grave.

Rick's breathing was gradually getting faster, turning to soft pants as he stared up at her, absolutely terrified.

He stood straight and slowly made his way to the kitchen to deposit the tissues in the bin. When he was in the room and couldn't see her, he slumped against the wall, hand pressing against his chest, staring at the floor.

Tears welled in his eyes as he tried to calm his breathing at least a little.

He could take a pretty good guess about what was going to happen to him and it only scared him more.

Jenevieve absolutely adored not only his compliance but also the fear rising in him as well. His breathing patterns and the looks in his eyes made Jenevieve's stomach twist with delight.

Without making a noise she followed him into the kitchen, spotting him slumped over.

"I want this house spotless Rick." She hissed, placing a hand on her hip while the other still pointed the gun at him.

She'd watch him the entire time he cleaned until the home was clean enough for her to kill in.

His eyes flickered up when he heard her hiss, tears spilling over.

His fear of death froze him in place but, as her words processed, his fear of her forced him to move.

Rick wiped his cheeks as he grabbed the bin and dragged it into the living room, eyes falling to the ground and body tensing up as he passed her.

She scared him.

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It was done. It had taken well over an hour but his house was clean. Ish.

It was acceptable. Clean enough for someone to be able to walk in and say it was clean but lived in. There was a little clutter that proved that he still inhabited the house (for how long?) but overall the place was very tidy.

The cruel woman bit her lip when she saw those big blue eyes look up at her and overflow with tears, she had to try and stifle a gleeful giggle. How she adored it when she made a grown man cry. It was her favorite feeling in the world.

She hadn't even begun the torture and poor Rick was all ready in tears. She felt powerful beyond words.

She watched him clean the house, patient because she was a bit obsessive compulsive when it came to being in a clean environment. The time spent waiting for him she used to fill her mind with the various ways she would torment him until he was begging for her to kill him.

He cleaned his room last, and once he was done she had instructed him to sit on his bed. She had the ropes in her hands and used them to tie him down. His wrists and ankles were tied to the bed posts, causing him to be splayed out like an animal ready to be dissected.

Once he was firmly in place she stood back, admiring her work with a smile. Her beauty was undeniable, masking the ugly monster inside.

"If you keep behaving so well Rick, I might let you live." She lied. There was no way he was going to leave this house in anything other then a body-bag. But she loved giving false hope to her victims.

Rick flinched when she told him to lay out on the bed, watching her as she tied his limbs to the bedposts.

He tugged on them uselessly.

The ropes were tight. Knotted well. He wouldn't be able to escape them. He was trapped. Trapped on his own bed by... By a nightmare.

She said she would show him a nightmare. She was the nightmare.

Right now her mere presence filled him with fear.

His blue eyes lit up a little, though, at the lifeline she threw his way. If... If he did well and took whatever she had to give, she'd let him live? He could carry on living. Invite Cherri to move in; carry on living his life like he wanted.

It was the hope he needed when he was terrified like this. He could get out of this alive.

Jenevieve moved closer to him and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at him with her calm red eyes and began to stroke and caress his body. She touched his abdomen, his chest, and his thighs lightly.

"Have you ever loved a woman Rick?" She asked, her voice soft and sweet. She let her nail tickle over his nipple and then trail back down his sides.

She wasn't going to have sex with him, but she did want to get him worked up, make him cum all over himself so that whoever found him would take forensic pictures of a mangled bloody body drenched in his own semen.

It was beyond sick, but that was Jenevieve.

His eyes slid shut as he tried to block out the touches.

He didn't want to feel this. She was tormenting him.

But, all the same, she had give him a chance to get out of this. If he just went along with everything she said - kept behaving well - then he could get out of this.

He just had to let her do whatever she wanted.

That didn't mean he had to like it, though.

A little shiver shook him as her nail touched his nipple.

"Yes." He'd had silly puppy love romances in school but there was one woman he could definitely say he had loved. The woman that had lived with him here years ago.

Jenevieve smiled more, her fangs showing. She ran her hand down the length of his hips and along the space between his bellybutton and the top of his member.

"Tell me everything about her. What was she like? And where is she now?" She asked, dipping her hand and rubbing the inside of his thigh.

If he had loved her and lost her, she wanted his heart to ache in remembrance on the last few moments he had alive.

This was making him more uncomfortable than turned on. She wanted to cause him harm. Do bad things to him. He was scared, stewing in his own fear in his mind.

Rick shook his head, writhing a little as her fingers danced over his skin.

He didn't want to talk about her. Not to this....this psycho bitch.

He didn't want her knowing about the one woman he had loved. Something could happen to her as a result. They may not be together but he didn't want her hurt.

The human stayed silent, eyes still shut, trying to block out the image of the Vampire leant over him.

Jenevieve's nose twitched as he was silent. She brought her hand back and extracted her nails. They were more like claws when extracted really.

She placed her hand at the top of his chest, just under his neck, and sunk her nails deep into his skin, dragging downwards until reaching his genitals.

The result was bloody, and she could feel bits of his torn off flesh meshed under her claws.

"When I ask you a question you answer." She snarled.

Rick screamed out when her claws tore through his torso.

Tears spilled again, the pain radiating through his chest. He'd felt something like this to a certain extent.

When he had just left home he had gotten a cat off a friend. That thing was crazy as fuck and he had to corner it. He just couldn't keep it the way it was. When he had caught it it had mauled his chest before he could get it into a carrier.

His chest was in ribbons. His skin torn deep and blood everywhere.

This was more painful.

"She was sweet. Nothing like you, you bitch," he hissed through teeth clenched shut with pain.

Jenevieve's eyes sparkled when he screamed and writhed in pain. She brought her fingers to her lips to lick off the blood.

She openly laughed at his words. That was a gutsy move for someone who was close to losing his guts.

"If she was so sweet then why aren't you still with her?" She asked, mocking his pain.

"Because I was a stupid dick."

He had been working night shifts while they had been together and she had been working day shifts. They just hadn't had the time they had needed together.

She had told him that she just couldn't go on like that and would leave if he didn't get more reasonable hours so they could spend some time together.

He hadn't tried to get different shifts and she had left.

He had just been stupid.

Rick tugged at his bound wrists again. "Let me go. Please."