5: 11 am on a stormy morning...

The heavy showering rain continued to storm upon the houses that sat under the rainclouds, with each getting a share of it's cyclonic affects, leaving a slumber within most houses, but one, where a woman cried out with great pleasure, as she laid flat on her back, loosing herself to the enticing devil Robin Bloodwood, who had her body captivated in lust.

Her skin gave a tremble to his arctic cold grip, and she huffed with every thrust he sent, until it turned into a cry, when he increased his force and speed. Feeling more than relaxed, Robin smirked at the woman he made love to, Christina Jones, as her veins pumped blood due to the rush. With his task almost fulfilled, he continued to build his pace on her, whilst she, in turn, enjoy her moment while it lasted, which wasn't much longer.

After switching positions, the two went on for half an hour, and finally, they ended their sensual session, leaving Christina, gasping for air.

"So tell me," she said breathlessly, running her stray strands of red hair behind her head.
"How are you not tired? It's been an entire hour and a half"

"Really?" Robin said in false disbelief, settling beside her on the bed, where the sheets covered his waist. He then brushed back the few strands of black hair that had invaded his forehead as well.

"That only felt like thirty minutes." He calmly smiled, while drifting towards her lips.

Unhesitant of his action, Christina swiftly leaned in to him, and formed a deep, wet caress between them. The moment was sweet until a sudden high pitched ring sounded from her phone, ceasing the kiss and parting them both.

"Oh God." She moaned in annoyance, tossing her figure back against the bed.
"Damian's coming home, and this is the hour he calls to let me know he's on his way" she frowned.

"Then I guess I should get going." Robin tenderly spoke, as he hung over Christina's face, staring her straight into her brown eyes.

And after having her soft smile returned, Christina gave a small chuckle.

"Okay but make it quick. He'll be here any moment" she grinned, using her index to push away Robin's approaching kiss.

"Alright alright" Robin surrendered.
"Just one more kiss goodnight first, okay?" He added, as he brought his lips close to her neck.

Christina shut her eyes as she allowed her lover to passionately brush his tongue across her neck. But she soon began to squint as his light caress, became rougher, harder, and deeper. Ignoring the fact that this felt like no ordinary kiss, Christina went on pressing Robin's lips against her neck, longing for him to stay. She wanted his rough hands to explore her body, she needed to feel his tender wet kisses soak her figure, and she craved for his intercourse more than all the above.  Christina wanted Robin Bloodwood's well shaped, fit body against hers. Just a simple graze of his tongue sent her off into a land where only they existed, where only she had him to herself. Robin was all she needed, as she went on daydreaming about constant satisfaction.

But then, in an unexpected instant, it all fell apart, when an intense pain exploded throughout her neck, hauling her from her fantasy and into reality. In shock of what had just occurred, Christina was unable to move.

She felt her own blood overflow out her mouth, and onto her figure, dying portions of the bedsheets along with it. Robin's strange crimson eyes and bloodstained mouth was the last thing she saw, before having her throat ripped out completely, and her dead useless body tossed against the mattress.

His ears then twitched, picking up the sound of an approaching vehicle. Easily, Robin shifted the sky blue curtain that covered Christina's window, and revealed the thunderstorm outside. In the distance down the street, he saw two bright beams of light heading his direction. And as they came closer, the sound of it's vehicle's engine grew clearer.

But Robin didn't look to flee just yet. He had already arranged a ride with a partner of his, and this was the timing that they should've been here.

"For God's sake not now." He complained in a deep, quiet voice, running his fingers through his short messy hair, while standing in front the window, with the other hand slightly pulling the curtain aside enough for him to see who it was.

Robin then squinted his eyes to take a closer look at the strange white Sedan that had arrived, and found it to be very familiar. Just as he was about to wonder who the hell the driver was, the sedan sounded off it's horn twice, grasping back his attention.

Down the road once more, another light shone, but not as bright as the Sedan's. Robin once again moved his sights to it's direction where the light came from, but was shook by another sound that came from the Sedan.

He turned back to the silver car and watched as it's windows were sent down, revealing the drivers face. It was his close friend Aderson, who had also possessed demonic traits as well.

"Great timing." Robin said to himself, and sped downstairs.

Meanwhile in the car, Aderson kept his gaze upon the upcoming van, that seem to be only a few minutes away. Interrupted by the sound of the front door, he turned his sights towards Robin, who was now exiting the house fully clothed, and didn't waste time to jump in the car. Quickly, Aderson stepped on the accelerator, and drove off in full speed.

"So this is the new car you've been hiding from me." Robin smirked, as he slouched back against the passenger's seat that was near Aderson, who wore a straight face.
"And it's a stick shift."
He added, but found no reply.

"Fine, you do you." He said, while staring through the window as they drove passed his nightclub.

"Robin you should stop this." Aderson uttered finally.

"So he speaks." Robin devilishly grinned.

"Jesus Christ – look!" Aderson snapped.
"Robin I'm fine with you making your late night hunts okay? You're a vampire, it's what you do."

"Yes." Robin carelessly smiled, hoping to get under Aderson's pale skin.

"Oh my God! Just,"
Aderson took a breath.
"Don't drag me into it alright" he made clear.
"You always want to go screw and kill as much women as you want, and then come running back into my car all coated in blood!"

"M–hm, yeah." Robin nodded without paying any mind.

"Yeah and then you stain up the whole thing!"
Aderson complained, taking a corner down Vanessa street, where their penthouse was located.

"The whole, thing?" Robin questioned, pointing out Aderson's exaggeration.

"Yes the whole thing! And it's not you who has to clean it when we go home it's me!" Aderson spoke, and found silence after his statement.

After turning to Robin who appeared to be ignoring his complaints, he let out a sigh.

"Goddamn crack-head" he said to himself in a disappointed tone.