"MANON!" Rody yells at me from behind the glass of my bedroom window. "LET ME IN!"
His eyes seem to pop out of their sockets. His mouth remains slightly open. His vampire fangs seem to glisten in the moonlight. I know this state all too well: Rody hasn't fed in a long time. He's in a frenzy.
"MANON! MANON!"
I knew what he was going to do to me, but I let him in anyway. Why? I must be out of my mind.
As soon as my window is open, the red-haired vampire pounces on me. He bites my neck fiercely and starts sucking my blood. It hurts. It has always hurt.
To ease my pain, or for his own bestial pleasure, Rody rips off my panties and his fingers enter my pussy. He moves them quickly. Despite the pain, despite the shame, I moan with pleasure. My pussy gets wet.
The vampire continues to feed. He stops after he makes me cum with his fingers. Rody removes his fingers from my pussy and, like all the previous times, apologizes. Rody tells me he's sorry, that he couldn't control himself, that it won't happen again. Lies. All lies.
I yell at him. I tell him he's lying to me, that he always manages to get into a frenzy.
"And who do you go to when that happens? ME! Always me!" My eyes wet. I cry. "To think I loved you... GO AWAY!"
"Marieanne... Manon, I..."
"GO AWAY AND NEXT TIME GO FUCK YOUR BOSS!"
The red-haired vampire leaves. I collapse on my bed, weeping.