Vampire Boyfriend (Mr. Creighton-complete)

    Working nights isn’t all the bad. You only really have to deal with your coworkers, and even your boss is over an intercom. Sure, heavy lifting isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but for you, this couldn’t be better. You’d much rather be dealing with heavy cargo than the cumbersome burden of customers. Working freight has been a blessing in disguise.

    Your boss, or at least the overseer for everything, usually keeps to himself. He stays back in the central office, keeping tabs on the trucks that are coming and going as well as checking up with everyone’s progress. He’s not a bad guy just kind of...weird. Ok very weird. He was extremely pale, almost looking like an opal gemstone. He had long limbs like a taffy pull had stretched him. You hadn’t seen him often, but he left an impression, especially his hands. His fingers were super long, and you almost expected them to have extra joints. He’s worked for the company for a long time, but whenever you or your coworkers see him his appearance doesn’t match the age you expect him to be.

    “I wonder what sort of skin care he does,” you coworker Amber says. You’re all crowded around the vending machines when he stepped out of the office. His hair is silvery and pale and falls before his eyes, nearly blending with his skin. He looks young but the way people talk he sounds like he should be in his fifties or sixties. 

    “He looks creepy,” Amber murmurs. “Like, I wouldn’t wanna meet him in the parking lot or anything.”

    “He seems nice,” you reply as you take your snack from the vending machine.

    “Oh sure, just like I’m sure Bigfoot is gentle, but I still don’t wanna run across him on a hike.” Amber leads you away from the vending machines to the break room. She sits with you for a while before she has to go. As she’s leaving, your boss comes in. 

    “Good evening Mr. Creighton,” you say to him.

    He jumps, not having seen you in the corner of the room. He’s carrying his clipboard in one hand and a basket in the other. “Oh, good evening,” he sets his clipboard aside. “I just thought Amber was in here.” He sets the basket on the table.

    “What’s this?” You turn the basket, seeing it bears the company’s logo on just about everything. 

    “I’ve been here for a while so company thought they would reward me,” he grunts, rolling his eyes. He sits down at the table, opening the basket. 

    “Well that was nice of them,” you try to be chipper, but you know a goody basket isn’t a real show of appreciation from a massive company. It’s more like an afterthought.

    He tosses things from the basket out onto the table. “I can’t really eat most of this stuff,” he grumbles. “You can have it.”

    “Oh, really?” You pick up a box of chocolate. “Thank you. Are you sure?”

    He shrugs. “A raise would have been nice, but this shitty coffee mug will tide me over,” he smiles at you.

    “They didn’t give you a raise?” You chuckle.

    “I got a better parking spot in a parking lot that usually empty when I arrive. Oh, and let's not forget the new name tag which I don’t have to wear.” He frowns as he looks over a t-shirt that’s in the basket. “Not even a gift card to the store itself in here.”

    You’re trying not to laugh. “Ouch.”

    He looks at you and smiles. “You can laugh. This is pathetic.” He sighs and stands up. “Leave whatever you don’t want. I’m sure someone will take what’s left.”

    “Mr. Creighton?” You ask after him before he leaves. 

    He turns in the doorway, his hair falling over his face again. “Yes?” 

    “Just how long have you been with this company?” You ask. “I mean, none of us can really figure it out.”

    He nods. “Yes, I heard. Arguing over if I do the Korean ten step skin care routine or if I surgically move my skin from my ass to my face.”

    You clam up and bite your lips, so you don’t grin. You had said the butt-skin thing as a joke because Amber’s theories were ridiculous, you had no idea he had heard everything. 

    “It’s genetics by the way,” he says. “Although, I do believe honey is worth its weight in gold.” He smirks before he leaves you in the break room alone.

    “Honey,” you giggle. You take some of the candy from the basket and return to work. Once your shift is over you, clock out and head to your car. You notice that Mr. Creighton’s spot is empty, his car gone. He is somehow always to the first to arrive and the first to leave. You don’t know how he slips in and out without being noticed. 

    The next evening you work you show up early, so you enjoy your coffee and the magazine left in the break room. You had started your period that afternoon, so you weren’t too pleased with being at work. Your back was hurting enough as it was and the cramps were only making it feel like your midsection is being sawed off.

    You heard something, looking up you see Mr. Creighton lingering in the hallway just in front of the break room door. He’s sniffing the air; his nose pointed up like a dog on the trail. You watch him out of curiosity. You then see his tongue slithers from his mouth, much too long and moving on its own. His mouth opens up, and it almost looks like his cheeks split open.

    You gasp, and he turns. His face looks healthy, well, healthy for him. His tongue is back in his mouth, and there is no sign of his cheeks having split. You swallow, looking at him with nerves now.

    “Good evening,” you squeak and wave at him.

    “Oh, it’s you,” he stays in the doorway. “Uh…” he looks nervous all of a sudden. “Early?”

    You nod. “I went and got myself dinner and then just headed on in. Uhm...are you ok?” You ask him.

    “I’m fine, really,” he clears his throat. “I just thought I smelled something...good.”

    “Good?” You shrug your shoulders up. “What kind of good?”

    He shakes his head. “I must have been imagining things. Uhm...have a good evening then. Don’t work too hard.” He leaves, and you still can’t get the image out of your head. His tongue, his face, it all seemed so surreal, but you know what you saw. 

    Later that evening as you’re heading back inside for a break you see Mr. Creighton come out of his office. He looks paler than average and has an almost sickly look to him.

    “Are you ok?” One of your coworkers ask.

    “I need to speak to you,” he ignores them and points to you.

    You flinch, wondering if you did something wrong during that last truck. “Yes,” you step towards him as everyone else heads to the break room.

    “I need you to go on home for the evening,” Mr. Creighton says. He seems like he’s holding his breath.

    “What?” You snap. “Why!” You huff and shake your head. “I don’t mean to sound short, but I want to know why.”

    “I just...everything is fine tonight. You seem like you’re not well,” he grumbles.

    “I’m fine, really. I can stay,” you insist.

    “Well, you need to go,” he huffs.

    “I don’t want to!” You argue back.

    He snaps around, looking at you with wide red eyes. You stare in horror, seeing his face has drastically changed. His mouth opens, and inside you see rows of sharp jagged teeth like a shark. His tongue slithers out, and his cheek’s split as his mouth opens. 

    “You need to leave,” he snarls.

    You’re frozen, too afraid to run even though you want to. Instead, you stand there, and you start to sob uncontrollably. 

    “Oh no,” he gasps. “Oh, I’m so sorry! Please-”

    You whimper and sob, and he hands you some tissue. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that. It’s just-" he hesitates and grips at his temples. "You smell so good right now if you stay," he strains and looks in pain. "Oh god, I don’t want to hurt you.”

    He takes you into his office where he explains everything to you. He tells you the truth about himself, that’s he’s a vampire, and the smell of your blood has reached him on an abysmal night. 

    “I smelled you from the hallway, and I knew it was trouble,” he groans, holding his head in his hands. “The smell was so good. I’ve not fed in a while and I just-” he sighs and hides his face in his palms. “I’m so sorry.”

    You fidget in your seat, your eyes sore from crying. “It’s ok,” you murmur. “You were just scared.”

    “I shouldn’t have scared you though,” he murmurs. 

    You shrug. “Well, no,” you then smile softly. 

    He looks up at you, a pained look on his face. “You really should go, though. I promise, tomorrow I will be back to my wits.”

    You frown and look around. No one ever comes in here, and the chance you'll get caught is slim. You unbutton your work shirt and set it aside. “Here,” you sit still and clench your eyes shut.

    “What?” Mr. Creighton snarls.

    “If you’re hungry, go ahead and eat,” you tell him.

    He sighs. “Are you crazy?” He stands up from his chair. You open your eyes as he hands your shirt back to you. “Leave. That’s all you need to do.”

    “You said you needed to feed. Better me than some stranger.” You stand up and tug your hair away from your neck. “Please, I insist.”

    He frowns at you, but he hesitates. His long fingers brush against your neck, and you close your eyes. You hear him sniff and then feel him close to your skin. He breathes softly and moans in your ear.

    “I can’t,” he murmurs.

    You touch him. “I want you too.”

    “But,” he growls. “It would be a shame to puncture this perfectly good skin when-” he growls, and he presses his lips to your ear. “You’re already bleeding.”

    You swallow and suppress and a nervous giggle. “I mean...yeah,” you fidget.

    “It’ll be a win-win,” he says. “If you’ll let me. I know it’s….delicate.”

    You turn and look at him, meeting his kiss as his fingers tangle in your hair. You moan as he lifts you up onto his desk. His long tongue swirls around inside your mouth, and you wonder what it could do elsewhere.

    He opens your pants as he kisses you. His pushes his fingers into your panties and feels your mound, dunking his fingers inside. His fingers come out red, but he licks them clean. You feel strange seeing this display, but you rationalize this blood would go to waste anyways. Mr. Creighton would be putting it to good use, or at least it would be a meal for him.

    He dips down, tugging away your pants, so you’re sitting bare-bottomed on his desk. He moans, inching in and nosing against you. You gasp and shudder as his lips suction around you. He slurps and moans, grunting as he feeds. You lean back and pushing his hair away from his face. His expression reads nothing but pure lust. His eyes glazed over and his moans are vibrating against you. You whimper, feeling his tongue slithering inside you as he licks up every drop. You shudder, squeezing around his tongue.

    He lifts up and chuckles. “One might think you’re enjoying yourself too much.” His jaws are unhinged. You see that his mouth is wide open, revealing his endless maw and rows of sharp teeth. You aren’t afraid of it. You reach out, gently touching the tip of his teeth. You prick your finger and then press it on his tongue. He sucks your finger, coiling his tongue around it before he leans in, kissing you again.

    “You taste so good," he growls as he kisses your neck and chest. His teeth bite down on your breast, and he laps up the blood that beads on your nipple. “So warm,” he growls.

    It feels good, and you’re shocked to admit it. His kisses and bites all feel good. His words and growls make you shiver. You run your fingers through his hair, and he looks up at you. You smile at him.

    He rises and clears his throat. “I’m sorry,” he moans. “But…”

    You prop yourself up on your elbows and grin up at him. “I’m sorry too,” you reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I can’t stop either,” you whisper to him.

    He moans softly as his hands roam your body. 

    “Take me,” you whisper. “Right now you else.”

    He chuckles. “Or else what?” He kisses you. “You’re the prey here.”

    You bite your lip and giggle. “Maybe I like that.” You kiss him again pulling him down on top of you on the desk. You loop your legs around his waist.

    “Are you sure?” He whispers to you.

    You nod. “Please, don’t make me beg.”

    He kisses you and stroke your cheek. “You can make me stop at any time.” He kicks away his pants and rubs himself to your folds.

    You gasp and roll your hips to meet him. He feels long, very long. You giggle with excitement. You've not felt this need in a long time. You sometimes feel like a sex camel, able to go without for very long periods of time. This was the first time you felt such primal, urgent need to be fucked.  And by a vampire no less, you’re eighth-grade self would be proud. 

    You giggle and kiss him, and he looks at you. “Why the laugh?”

    You smile, touching his strange lips that cut back to his ears. “I’ll tell you later, just…” you roll your hips. “Move.”

    He kisses you, grunting as he starts to thrust his hips. He pushes in deep and grinds himself there before he pulls out. He licks his lips, moaning something under his breath as he buries his face in your neck.

    You hold him and grasp the back of his head. You feel his lips part on your neck, and you bite your lip, sucking in a breath of anticipation. You feel his teeth sink into your skin and you cry out. It hurts for only a moment, and then you feel a surge of heat. He grunts and snarls as he drinks deep of you. He’s already had his fill now he's just greedy, but you don’t care. You press against him, moaning loudly as his thrusts become more savage and animal. 

    You moan into his ear, crying out as you feel your orgasm shudder through your veins. You claw his back, and he snarls loudly. Inside he throbs, releasing inside you. He pants and shivers licking your neck before he falls on top of you.

    “Are you ok?” He asks, kissing your cheek.

    You mewl softly. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

    He sits up and touches your neck. “It may bruise. I’m sorry.”

    You cup your neck and smile. “Do you feel better.”

    His smile is gentle and shy. He places a soft kiss on your lips. “I do. Let me help you clean up.” He says.

    After getting freshened up and dressed he takes you to your car. He gives you a quick kiss as he opens the door for you. “Will you be alright?”

    “I’ll drink some orange juice and eat a cookie, that’s what they do at the blood drive,” you grin at him,

    He touches your cheek. “You do seem a bit pale. Try and get some good sleep.”

    You stand on tiptoe to whisper into his ear. “You can come by if you like. I have blackout curtains.” You smile as you look up at him.

    He glances away and bites his lip. “I shouldn’t do that.”

    “Shouldn’t,” you giggle as you get into your car. “But you’re very much welcome in my home.”

    His eyes widen.

    “And open invite,” you wink and drive off.

    You get home and eat something before you shower and go to bed. You relax and melt into the sheets. You wake up, feeling something crawl into the bed beside you. He pulls you to his chest, and he licks the nape of your neck.

    “You came,” you murmur sleepily.

    “I couldn’t rescind such a kind invite,” he whispers into your ear. 

    You snuggle against him. His chest is cold and solid. “Let me get a little more sleep,” you murmur. “Then I’ll be the perfect hostess and offer you something to drink.”

    He chuckles into my ear. “You should know it’s dangerous to give a vampire an open invite into your home.”

    “I know,” you roll over and look up at him. His eyes are slightly glowing in the dark room. “And I know you won’t abuse the privilege.”

    He strokes your cheek and kisses your temple. “I’ve always you thought you smelled good,” he whispers. “You taste even better.”

    You giggle and press your palms against his chest. “Oh stop!”

    “I mean it,” he growls. “That’s why I couldn’t stop before. Then again, everything about you was so good.”

    You giggle and kiss his chest. “You weren’t so bad yourself.” You look up at him. “How old are you?” You ask out of curiosity. 

    He scoffs. “Still on that?”

    “I just wanna know,” you mewl and kiss his neck, causing him to shiver. “Since I know your immortal now, it could be any number.” You smirk at him. “Can I guess? Tell me if I’m hot or cold.”

    He chuckles. “You can try.”

    “Ok,” you wriggle excitedly. “What do I get if I win?”

    He presses his cold lips to my ear. “Another round of what we did in the office.”

    You snicker. “Ok, but what if I’m wrong?”

    “I’ll get another round of what we did in the office,” he chuckles.

    “Ok then well,” you lick your lips. “Five thousand.”

    “God no,” he scoffs.

    “Ninety-five.”

    He kisses your neck. “Far too young.”

    “Uhmm,” you think for a moment. 

    “Tick tock sweetie, tick tock,” he mocks you. His lips already on your breast. 

    You moan softly, and once his teeth bite down your cry out.

    “That’s it exactly!” He rolls you over in bed, kissing you heatedly.