Living Doll

Chapter Three

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I had no idea what time human children were supposed to sleep but it was already well passed sundown and I was beginning to tire myself. As a vampire I did not need much sleep but preferred to at least get a few hours a night. In order to make up for this, my body became almost non-responsive as I slept, something I didn’t want Rain to witness. I would sleep when he did; taking away some of the chance that he’d find me out or get into something he wasn’t supposed to.

What would be more difficult though would be to get him into bed and to asleep. If the monster at the super market was any indication, children were unruly and rarely did as they were told without punishment of death. That would not work on Rain though; he needed a more gentle approach, least I scare him off. Instead I would propose the idea to him and first see how he reacts before planning any further.

“It’s growing late though, and I am tired. You may take the bed. There is a couch nearby.” Rain didn’t seem bothered by this and shrugged, shifting from foot to foot in the desire to move.

“Fine with me, but I don’t mind sharing. Wouldn’t want to kick you out of your own bed.” He suggested, looking at me as if he’d pout and protest if I said no to him. If the boy wanted to sleep with a vampire then fine, it’d be easier to keep an eye on him when he was right next to me. Thankfully I had no tendencies to bite while I slept.

“Suit yourself.” Returning to my bedroom area I entered a different cubicle that the one my bed was in (I hadn’t bothered to knock down the walls to the large cubicles) and set out clothes for the next day. I had nothing that would fit Rain but I handed him a pair of sweatpants anyway. He could role them up and drown in them until I got him some better clothing. I would need something to dress him up in as a doll anyway.

Muttering his thanks he seemed a bit disappointed as he put them on. Did he expect for me to have him running around naked? The prospect of it made me all the more interested in him.

I took him back to the bed and stripped down to my underwear. I normally slept naked but the boy was already tempting me as it was and I didn’t want to jump him, at least not yet. His eyes were on me but he was not afraid, he was not even nervous. I wanted him.

Not wanting to block him in I took the side that was pressed against the wall, holding up the sheets for him to join me. He did and to my surprise he turned up right next to me, hugging my waist, his cheek against my chest. “You’re cold. Feels good.”

It was pretty hot outside but I always slept with blankets despite the weather since my body temperature dropped to almost nothing as I slept. If Rain was going to insist on sleeping like this then he’d need that warmth later. If he asked about it I could probably pass it off as a peculiar condition that couldn’t be cured. Children were easier to lie to after all.

Lowering the blankets, I draped my arm over him as he tried to move closer. It was strange having a living human here beside me but not entirely unpleasant. It was a temporary thing though, for things such as this didn’t last. They never did.

“Go to sleep.” I murmured to him, relaxing into the pillow and closing my eyes. I would not allow myself to fall asleep until Rain did. He should be tired after all he has been through. There wasn’t much I knew about it but he had been very dehydrated, taking a toll on his small, fragile body.

Rain’s breathing was soft and rhythmic, a comforting melody to my ears, and I found myself drifting near sleep before being able to tell if he was. It was odd that such a small human could change my patterns so easily. He was definitely a treasure; my precious, living doll.

When I awoke I instantly became aware of the lack of heat beside me. Rain was gone. Sitting up I looked around but of course he was no where in sight. He was still in my territory though, close by, which meant he was still in the building. That was both a relief and a cause for concern.

Getting up I didn’t bother with my clothes and went looking for the child. His aura was easy to follow, him being the only one here that was living aside from Nikkie, and as I drew closer my fears seemed to be becoming reality. Rain had gone up to the third floor.

In a way I was angry at him for invading my space and viewing my collection and yet I was also violated: Violated in the way that he had seen something only I was ever supposed to lay eyes on. My private collection was mine alone and no other was to see, hear, or even know about it. I felt…vulnerable.

My footsteps were quite and I slowed as I reached the top of the stairs, trying to delay the inevitable. Walking passed all the fabrics that covered the tables I looked into each cubical as I passed, each playing out a different scene for its doll. The heat of the desert captured in sands and reds, a bloody sunset for Haldir that showed of his caramel hair.

Daija, Jaimie, Elaine—Rain was with none of them. Suddenly I knew where he was without having to look any further. He was with Jesse.

Approaching his cubicle, if I had breath within me it would have been held at the sight that assaulted me. Rain was sitting next to Jesse on the table he had been placed on, his eyes on him and dark fingers passing over his pale lips. He was wearing a dress I had been preparing, a doll-less ensemble that complimented his skin, black satin in between white lace that matched the color of his hair.

I couldn’t speak. The boy really was beautiful and my heart—if it had been beating—would have stilled as I waited for him to notice me and speak. When his coffee colored eyes met mine I froze, and at his smile I melted and slowly was able to react again. “Morning.”

“What are you doing up here?” There were more questions I wanted to ask: Why are you wearing that? Why are you sitting with Jesse? What do you think of him? Do you realize he was once human? But none of them came out and I forced myself into silence.

“You were still sleeping so I thought I’d look around.” Jumping off the table he walked towards me. The dress fit him perfectly, as though I had unknowingly been making it just for him.

“Did you make these? They look so real.” There was something telling in his eyes that said that he knew something. My answer would determine his reaction and I didn’t like the feeling. I haven’t felt that way since my Maker was still with me.

“Yes.” There was a battle in his eyes but it ended quickly. What he said next shocked me beyond anything that had happened to me thus far.

“I was in the basement earlier. There was blood and bits of flesh in a pan on the floor. They’re real, aren’t they? I can still smell blood on this one.” He gestured to Jesse. He wasn’t scared. He was excited.

“You aren’t frightened?” There was no use in denying what he knew to be true. It was too obvious given what he had seen and I had no reason to hide it from him now. The only thing left to question is what I should do about it. I would not betray Jesse by taking on another, yet I wouldn’t allow Rain to get away.

“No.” Smiling sweetly he approached me and looked slightly to the side, a blush of embarrassment passing his features.

“Actually, it kind of turns me on.” Boldly he put his hands on my waist and looked up at me. “Are you going to kill me?”

“Yes.” He shivered but didn’t move away, drawing in a small gasp of excitement. I couldn’t understand his reactions. Anyone else would have been terrified by now, but not Rain. He seemed to want more from me.

“How are you going to do it?” There was nothing in his tone that indicated he would try and escape. I brushed his cheek with my hand and he leaned into the touch, never breaking eye contact with me. His reactions excited me.

“I’ll drain you of your blood, quick and painless, and you’ll die in my arms. Our connection will be so strong in the end; it’ll be unlike anything you have ever felt.” Normally I’d never explain something like this but everything about the situation was strange and new. I could help but want to push him to his breaking point.

“I want it.” Licking his lips his hips pressed against mine and I could feel his arousal through the dress. How strange he was to be turned on by this.

“Why?” Reacting to him I slowly maneuvered him back until he was pressed against the table, his eyes wide with anticipation. His hips rubbed against mine and his grip tightened on my waist. With the state he was in I could have talked him into coming without being touched, but that wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t what he wanted either.

“I’ve always been turned on by thoughts of the dead.” A necrophiliac then? They were rare but not unheard of. The chances of coming across one though were slim to none. To have one in my arms was a pleasant surprise but not one I had expected. How should I proceed with him now?

“Please.” In any case I still wanted him and wouldn’t soon let him go. To have him beg so prettily was a treat I wanted to reward and so I lifted him by hips and placed him back on the table. The front of his dress tented, letting me know he was naked beneath it.

My hands slid along his smooth skin, pushing the dress back as they went. His arousal was beautiful and fit perfectly in my hand; his little gasp and cry arousing me even as I cut it off with a kiss. Jesse was beside us, quite and non-judging as they all were. I had never had a member of the living next to my dolls. Never have I had sex beside them as we were about to now.

With that thought I wanted it just as much as Rain. His hands that had been on my waist now moved to my shoulders, one further to my short, black hair, gripping it at its resting position at my ears. I didn’t like possessiveness, not towards me, but that wasn’t what this was. He was submitting and giving over complete control. I could kill him now and he would calmly accept his death.

Gently stroking him I waited until his hips were lifting up into my hand, unable to keep still, before I let go. With his attention distracted by our kiss I felt his surprise at my fingers at his anus, but there was no resistance. Instead he spread his legs and leaned back, lifting his feet up onto the table.

Rain was not a virgin but that was alright. At the moment I preferred it, wanting to take him without coaching. I would not do it dry though. I never took my lovers dry; there was no reason to risk tearing them when a few extra seconds of preparation could spare them that pain.

Glancing to the side I spotted the bottle of lotion I had left there earlier. Working with resin often left my hands dry so I normally carried it around with me. I was thankful that it wasn’t polish instead and when I leaned for it, Rain let me go and arranged himself in a way that gave me full access, presenting me with a lovely view as well. He was beautiful and I told him so, a light flush complimenting his cheeks in response to it.

Awaiting my touch he watched me with blatant arousal as I coated my fingers in the lotion. I liked the idea of it and therefore made a show of bringing them down and rubbing them against his entrance. Slipping one inside I kept an eye on his expression as I waited for him to adjust before slowly starting to fuck him.

He bit his lip and turned his knee out further, causing him to bump into Jesse. With only a glance in his direction he reached out and brushed his fingers against the doll’s arm, petting him. It was erotic and I bet if I had made him in such a way, that Rain would be willing suck his lifeless cock. Moaning, he pushed up under his dress and played with his nipple, tugging on it hard when I roughly fucked him.

Pressing another in, I further rewarded him for his good behavior by licking a path up his erection. I liked the way he tasted, though I had yet to draw his blood, and sucking him off was as much as a treat for me as it was for him. I wouldn’t be able to drink him down this time though, but there was a more appealing option for us both.

I teased the head of his erection with the tip of my tongue and as I did so I searched for and found that spot inside him. He gasped and jerked his hips in reaction, settling back in with a low moan of appreciation. He was almost ready for me.

“Please.” He begged in between soft pants. Whatever he was thinking had him more turned on than what mere touch was capable of and in response I wanted to pry into his mind and see what it was. I could easily crack open his skull, as one would a cocoanut, and examine his brain on the microscopic level, but that still told me nothing of the information that was stored there. Humans were so interesting in that manner.

What are you thinking of? I wondered. Now wasn’t the time to ask though, not when I was busy lubing up and positioning myself for penetration. Condoms weren’t something that crossed my mind, not when I was incapable of catching human diseases and, as a vampire, had only one to give.

Rain’s legs wrapped around me and encouraged me to move. I had no doubts about the willingness of his participation after that. Accepting a blow job was one thing, even if you didn’t want it, but being penetrated was completely different. Especially when said penetration was after the reveal that the man on top of you had plans to kill you anyway.

Gently pushing into him, I took my time. We’d have sex soon enough, despite how long it took, and I saw no reason to rush and risk injury. I could control myself better than that and would be extremely disappointed in myself if I damaged my doll. My future doll, that is.

When I was fully inside him, Rain was lying back on the desk, his eyes closed as his left hand gently griped Jesse’s wrist. An image assaulted me that I couldn’t hold back; Rain and Jesse, both still alive, kissing and touching as I took the former, only Rain knowing what I had planned for Jesse and wanting to be a part of it. I frowned slightly, wondering if my feelings were trying to get the best of me, then shifted my attention as Rain clamped down on me.

I looked into his eyes and realize that he had been watching me, the slight emotion of concern being reflected there. Shaking my head slightly I dismissed the situation and rolled my hips, pressed tightly against him. He whimpered lightly, silently begging for more, and I gave it to him, starting off with small thrusts before building them up.

It had been a long time since I had last had sex and I couldn’t help but moan with him at the tightness that surrounded me. Unable to help it I glanced down between us and watched myself disappear into his body. It was erotic in a way I couldn’t describe; something I wouldn’t forget for a long time and with that I was spurred to move faster.

There was something about having sex here, while Jesse sat there quietly and the others listened, which made the sex between us even better. Maybe it was the way the wet slapping of skin echoed in cubicles, or maybe it was the knowledge that my dolls had once been alive and were, in a sense, still human. Human, just as Rain was.

“Nnh-! Please…Qui-!” I had never been given a nickname before, but all I could think of at the moment was how grateful I was that it wasn’t as something mundane as ‘Al.’

“Rain.” I traced his lips with my fingers, thrusting harder, my eyes heating as he dared to nip at one of them. Dragging them down his chest, still covered by the dress, I started stroking his cock again. There were some that couldn’t remain hard during intercourse and some that couldn’t come, but Rain had neither of these problems.

Finally letting go of Jesse he pushed the dress up and further played with his nipples, apparently having a kink for the sensation and as his cries and pants got louder and louder, I knew he was getting close.

“Qui! Bite me!” Had I not been so enamored with pleasure I would have stopped right there and stared at him. To know that I was a murder was simple giving what he had seen and what I had told him, but to have any idea that I was a vampire spoke of something else.

Maybe I was just being paranoid and Rain happened to have a kink for biting as well.

Giving into him I bit down on his neck, tasting the sweet blood that flowed out from the wound. After a moment he tensed and soon was coming all over my hand, his own clinging to my back with his nails attempting to penetrate my skin. That little bit of pain set me off and I pulled back, pulling out of him before stroking myself into climax. I came over his stomach as he watched me half lidded, licking his lips while a small trickle of blood flowed down his neck. It seemed there was no end to amount that Rain could turn me on.

Still stroking myself I languidly licked the blood off, biting down on my tongue and letting the small drop of blood heal it shut. Now wasn’t the time to kill him and I didn’t want him obsessing over the wound, despite what he thought of it. Now that I was clearer headed though, I had to decide how to proceed.

“Could you help me get this off?” Rain was referring to the dress and I also didn’t want it to become dirty, no more so than it already was. Putting myself away I told him to wait a moment as I retrieved the paper towels I kept here for painting. Upon my returned I cleaned us both the best I could, but according to the smell we were still in need of a shower. That came after the dress though and so I helped him off the table, Rain holding it up for me as I unzipped it.

I’d end up washing it anyway, of course, but even so it was relatively clean, not something I had expected. Of course this whole scenario was a little odd, even for me.

A light kiss upon my lips distracted me from my thoughts. Rain was waiting patiently, his eyes reflecting excitement and desire even after having just been sated. He was truly a one of a kind find; a treasure.

“When will you kill me?” Still he asked me this. Why didn’t this human fear death? Living as long as I have I’ve come to understand it to some extent, and did not fear it myself, but for a human to have had such experiences in his short lifetime? He was my food and so I did not pity him, but I could not help but be curious.

“Do you want to die so badly?” If that were the case then why hadn’t he done it himself? Suicide was easy for a human if they really wanted it.

“It’s not that, but to be food for undead is better than living without purpose.” There was no logical reasoning for it, but the things he said turned me on. I have never had a willing victim who knew what was about to happen to them before.

“The undead?” Was he just guessing around? A werewolf might be inclined to do what I do to my victims as well. For all he knew I could very well be human; a human with a strange fetish but a human none-the-less.

“You’re a vampire, aren’t you?” He gestured to Jesse. “He has bite marks on him, so do the rest.” It was true I had left my marks uncovered but I hadn’t thought that Rain would explore them so closely, especially not with Haldir.

“You draw your conclusions from that?” He stepped closer to me, slightly amused.

“Do you deny it?” I was taking a risk but he already knew too much to let him live. His desire for his death at my hands meant that I didn’t have to watch him as closely either. He wouldn’t escape me.

“No.”

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Author’s Note: Omg, I actually did stuff and finished a chapter!

Slaveneko: Thanks for the review, despite the massive lack of grammar and punctuation. -_-; No offense, it was just hard to read.