Blood Red Rose
He comes to her at night. When it's dark. When she's asleep. She never sees his face, always enshrouded in black, in the shadows. Long pale fingers cold as they caressed her skin, lips like ice meeting hers. Strong muscular arms holding her arms, pressing her against the bed as his hard cock slides into her wetness in one smooth push.
She gasps arching up against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, forcing him further in as she rolls her hips up. She still can't see him as she accepts his tongue into her mouth, her tongue stroking over his, eliciting a low gutteral moan from him.
His lips leave hers, kissing a trail across her chin and down her throat, pressing against the pulse point, teeth grazing softly against the sing. Shining white fangs slide down over his lips, breaking the skin and into the vein, the blood welling into his mouth.
Her moans grow louder and she thrusts against him, tensing as she comes, his hunger fulfilled and he pulls away again, shrinking into the darkness. The darkness that calls her name, whispering insistently until she rolls her head to the side, pulling her from sleep.
Her eyes open, getting wider, transfixed at the sight of a single drop of red blood, stark against the starched white of her pillow. She yawns, exhaustion pulling her back to the blackness of a dreamless sleep as her body fights to replace lost blood. Her eyes slide closed again and she doesn't see the boy change into a pure white mouse, scurrying silently across the dormitory floor.