Right now, I have a guy on top of me and there's probably something wrong with him. All I said to him was a simple 'no' and he was smiling. It was as if no one has ever said 'no' to him before.

I remember a guy I use to date, he didn't like that I refused him almost every time he came over. He clearly didn't get the hint I was dropping at him. In college, I was known as the Ball Crusher. The girls in the dormitories thought that it was weird how I didn't fear anything. I was able to grab a man and not feel embarrassed about it. Whenever a guy tried to hurt a girl, I was there to save the day. I was the hero and the villain at the same time. I'm starting to miss the old days.

"Follow me," he said as he pulled me up, dragging me to the door. I tried to get loose from his grip but he was too strong.

"I have something I want to give to you."

"Whatever it is, I don't want it," I answered childishly.

"I'm positive that you want it."

"No! Let go of me," he squeezed my shoulders as he pulled me in, embracing me in his strong arms.

"This is the second time you've said no to me," he whispered in my ear, a hint of something unpleasent hidden in his words. For the first time in my life I was truly scared of a man. My heart began beating fast and hard, it felt as if it was going to jump out of my body. Hairs on my neck and back started rising, my legs gave out on me.

"Don't you think, you deserve a punishment?" He asked calmly. Why was he so calm? I felt his hands grip onto my shirt as he violently teared it off of me. I was so shocked that I had no words for him.

We were standing in front of his bedroom door, he threw my torn shirt in somewhere in his messy room. He stared at my breasts. I glared at his devil-like face. You want to play games? I can play. This is no different than those times with my mother's so called 'boyfriends'. I undid my bra and threw it in the room.

Connor looked at my chest like in a trance, like he couldn't look away. No words were exchanged. The look on his face was the same as on Edea's, when she first saw these. Disgust, disappointment, and hatred. He touched the scar above my left breast then looked at the two fang marks on the right.

"As you can see, I'm very familiar with your kind. I've seen far scarier things than you," I spoke confidently even though I'm scared.

"How?" he whispered to me.

"I'm not stupid, I just choose to be. Would you like to see more of my battle scars?" I smiled at him, not letting him see me cry. Really I wanted to let the tears fall, but I couldn't... not now, not yet. He gritted his teeth, it was understandable for him to be angry, I guess. But then again why would he be angry? His kind is the one that caused this all.

"Who did this?" He asked as if he was ready to kill. I laughed at that. What is he going to do now. What's done is done. It's in the past. It cannot be changed.

"Men. Shall we go? I'm getting a little chilly," I must seem like a crazy person.

Edea and I are ten years apart, at first it was only me and my mother. Then came Edea's father. He was nice, kind, and he loved us. When my sister was eight, he left us. Strange men started to follow mom. She started to bring them home and slowly they would find themselves moving into Edea's room. That's when I started making deals, just to protect her. It's true, I'm a virgin, but that never stopped them from violating me. 'Blood Bag', as they called me. 'Virgin's blood is the best,' one of them said. I had once gone to church , where Father Able had helped me. I told him of my sister's curse and he gave me a necklace for her to wear.

"Edea don't ever take this off, okay? It will protect you when I can't," I said to her the night before I left. To my surprise those strange men stayed away. I was able to leave without no worry and fear. In the end I still lost her.

"Human!"

"Dawn is the name," I responded angrily at him. He seemed not to care.

"This is where your punishment begins," he said as he opened a door slowly, watching my reaction. Hot steam escaped out of the room, it was a bathroom and here I thought it was a portal to Hell. It had the largest bathtub I have ever seen and it almost looked like it was a pool.

"This is a strange punishment. Don't you think? Treating me to a hot bath."

He smirked as he pushed me in to the room. "It seems that you're not afraid of others seeing you half naked." Looking down, I realized that I was still half naked. Covering myself quickly, I felt embarrassed. He started pulling me closer to the tub.

"Strip," he said demandingly.

"I refuse."

"Is that a no again?" He arched his left eyebrow at me. I didn't respond.

"I will not say this again, STRIP," he yelled somehow even more demandingly. Every cell in my body said 'do as he says,' but there was that little voice at the back of your head that said 'don't back down to this bloodsucker'. What should I do?

"Let's make a deal," monsters like him, they love to make deals.

"What kind of deal?" See what I mean.

"If I have to strip, you have to strip too."

"Is that all? And what if I refuse?"

"You let me go," I was calm but afraid. I knew I shouldn't be afraid, he won't hurt me. Not after looking at my scars. What am I thinking? He might as well kill me.

"How about this? I refuse. You do as I say. If you step outside I'll rape you and kill your beloved."

Mr. Piccolo, I'm sorry. I may not be there for Christmas this year, or the next year. I pulled down my jeans. I carefully studied Connor's facial expression. He looked down to see if I had more scars showing between my legs. He would never touch such a disgusting body. What am I saying? I shouldn't talk this way, its not like I want him.

"Hurry up and take off your underwear," he said impatiently. "Get in the bathtub," he said as he started taking off his clothes. He slowly took off his shirt. I watched his back muscles flex. I was a bit surprised that he actually stripped. I was memorising every inch of his back, I wanted to remember everything. A small beauty mark on his right shoulder, the large scar mark on the center. I wondered, how he get that.

He slowly moved to his jeans and took them off as well. Was he giving me a show or playing games with me? I've never seen such a fine body up close up before.

"Are you enjoying the show, human?" He didn't have to turn around to know I was looking. I turned away as I headed to the bath, I tried to be silent when getting in.

"What are you talking about, I've been looking at the sponge the whole time," wow Dawn the Impressive Liar. Amazing lying skills right here.

He didn't say anything when he climbed in. He made himself comfortable and then spoke, "you're free. You don't listen to anyone and you do whatever you please. You're a rebel. You're different than the others. Bold, strong, not that smart but... alive." Gee thanks.

"What happened to the others," 'others', it has a weird taste in my mouth.

"They were murdered," I looked up quickly at him. My mind already thinking, this is it. Goodbye Mr. Piccolo. But he was sad and in pain. As if he already knew what I was going to ask, he said, "by my hands. Every time I learned to love again, they ended up dead."

"You don't have to talk about it anymore," I interrupted him. "You look like you're in enough pain," wait what? Why do I care?

We sat in silence. I felt like it was my job to comfort him. You know me being the 'pet' and all. I quickly gazed at him, studying him. He looks pale, probably hungry. I should feed him. Oh god, what am I thinking. I'm going to regret this. I shivered as I made my way to him. Was he asleep?

I took a deep breath as I slowly sat on top of him. Facing each other, I started to examine his face more carefully. His nose was straight, his jawline was sharp and his lips, they looked so kissable. I hate myself, leaning closer to his ear, I whispered, "If you're hungry, you can have some of my blood."

Leaning away, our eyes met. His eyes started going crimson and glowing. I have seem this many times. I have hated eyes similar to his for years. I suddenly hugged him as I rubbed my beasts on his chest. I can't look at those eyes. They've caused my too much harm. I felt something hard under me. Damn you're already ready for action?

"You will do right by stopping," he breathed out heavily.

"What? Is the big old bat afraid of falling in love?," I'm so dead. I'm challenging this monster, this man, "don't think of me as a lover but a friend."

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Just bite me already. I can tell you haven't eaten."

"How can you tell, human?" I tried hugging him closer. My heart was beating faster and faster by the second.

"I'm familiar with your kind, remember?" I said chuckling, as I slowly moved my head back to have a look at him. My bottom got closer to his erection as I gazed at his eyes. They're still red.

"I'm a virgin so just a little of my blood can do the trick."

"Don't tell me what I already know, human," he said angrily as he put his hand on the back of my neck. He started to kiss me gently as he grabbed my left breast my body temperature rose. He kissed my jawline and made his way down to my neck. He licked the two fang marks on the right breast. I started to moan when he pushed my bottom half closer to him. My god, this was different, very different. It was more pleasurable and I was relaxed in his arms, more than I had ever been in anyone else's arms.

I heard a popping sound when his fangs bit into me. He was making his mark. I felt myself fading away, he was taking too much. I didn't say anything and let him continue. Everything began to get fuzzy, I knew this part. I was too familiar with this. This is the part where you question yourself, 'will I wake up after this?'

I faintly heard my name being called out but couldn't really tell. I'm not sure what he said but I think it was, I'm sorry.