“Love Is A Woman”

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Hello! My name is Anna and welcome to my blog :) I used to be a Sinners blog, but then I started my second year of college and got really bad writers block and didn’t have time to write. Then I developed an obsession with Michael Jackson, so now I’m an MJ blog. But I still have my Sinners fics up, so you can read them if you’d like. My favorite MJ songs are Give in to me, Liberian girl, and Who is it. I like his other songs too, but those three are the ones I like to listen to the most. Requests are open, and please enjoy my fics! :)

Side note: if you are maga, a zionist, racist, misogynist, ableist, homophobic, transphobic, islamophobic, pro-life, or xenophobic, GO AWAY!!! You are not welcome on my blog.

(Dividers are from @somebitchprobably-graphicdump)

Disclaimer: All of my readers are gonna be females. And my fics will contain smut. So please be aware of that if you are a minor.

Michael Jackson

Series

The Lady in my life

Part 1 — It’s the fallin’ in love

Part 2 —

One shots

I’m not like other guys…

Remmick - Sinners

One-shots

Ripe for the Pickin’

In the House of the Risin’ Sun

Come to me…

Like the Scar of Age

Headcanons

Remmick fluff and mostly smut headcanons

Mood Boards:

1 2 3 4 5 6

White people have a history of discriminating against black people and other people of color. And it’s important to show black people nowadays that we aren’t like that anymore and use our voices to speak up against issues in the communities. But no! you crackers go on here doing digital black face, kill innocent black children, and turn around and play the victim when yall get in trouble for it.

You can’t steal from black culture and claim it as your own and hate on the people you’re stealing it from. It doesn’t work that way. It’s even worse when you’re a Michael Jackson fan. Michael was a BLACK AMERICAN, and yall act like he stopped being black when vitiligo took over his body. That man had spent years dealing with racism and fighting against it. He literally made a song that promotes racial equality and unity. And you guys seem to ignore that shit. YOU’RE the reason why racism is still a big problem today. And if y’all keep doing shit like this, we’re never going to be equal.

If you do just one OUCE of research (which you guys probably don’t do because you get your opinions from TikTok and that fuckass Netflix documentary), you’d actually come to find out that there’s more evidence that he was innocent and not guilty.

Vampire!Michael Jackson x fem!black!reader

Synopsis: you were always very curious about your boyfriend, Michael. You never see him during the day, he lives in a secluded house near the woods, he doesn’t like eating normal food, and he hates the smell and the sight of garlic. Another thing you’re curious about is the large number of murders and missing person cases that occur each week. One day, you finally decide to go to Michael’s house to ask him some questions. But what you soon find out is something way far from what you expected.

Warnings: Thriller!era Michael, Vampire AU, smut and a little bit of fluff, MDNI, cowgirl, missionary, oral (fem!receiving), flirting, plot and porn, not proof read, so apologies for grammar or spelling mistakes, vampire x human dynamic, Michael isn’t famous in this universe, penetrative sex, vampirism, Thriller references if you squint, blood drinking, Michael is a switch, death, gore (sort of), kissing, it certainly becomes a THRILL-HER night hahahahaha (nobody laughs), established relationship, reader is really nosy, Michael is a loving boyfriend but very secretive, biting, affirmed consent, and I think that’s all.

Authors note: today is a sad day for us Michael Jackson fans. Today marks 17 years since he died back in 2009. I started working on this about a week ago and when I found out the day was this week, I decided to work on it as sort of a tribute for him. I reblogged a post a few days ago and I basically explained how I wished there was more fics of Michael as a vampire during his Thriller or Off The Wall era since most people base it off of his Mature era. But then I realized, I could just write the stuff myself. So yeah, here’s Thriller!era Michael as a vampire. And credits to whoever edited the photo of Michael and gave him vampire teeth. I know you guys are probably crying right now, so hopefully this will cheer y’all up. Anyways, enjoy reading, and R.I.P Michael Jackson.

Los Angeles, California, 1983

You lay your head on Michael’s shoulder as the movie Star Wars plays on the TV, a small bag of popcorn on your lap. Michael looks at you and smiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer.

You take a bite of popcorn, you then hand the bag over to Michael.

“Want some?”

He shakes his head, “no thank you.”

You two were having one of your weekly movie nights at Michael’s house. You’d pick a movie to watch, brings snacks that only you would eat, and watch the movie. It’s a thing you two have been doing ever since you two started dating, and you never grew bored of it.

Soon enough, the movie was over. You and Michael threw away the empty popcorn bag, candy boxes, and soda bottles. After that, you got ready to leave.

“You know, I was thinking maybe you and me could go out to lunch tomorrow.” You suggested as you put your jean jacket on.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Maybe dinner instead?”

You put your hands on your hips, “Michael, we’ve been going on dinner dates ever since we started our relationship. Don’t you think it’s better if we did something different this time?”

He stands up from the couch and walks over to you, “I know, mama. I just don’t like going out during the day.”

You sigh at his response, “That’s always your excuse. Why don’t you like it?”

“Because…” he thinks for a moment, “I…don’t know. I just don’t like it.”

“See? You can’t even make a good reason.” You turn around and start walking towards the front door.

“Hey, how about this, you and me one of these days can go to that one arcade place that just opened up.” He says as he follows you to the front door. You stop and turn around.

You think about what he just said. Then, you look up at him, “that’ll be nice.”

He smiles, “good. And maybe after that we can go here at my house and…you know…”

You look up at him through your eyelashes and smile back at him, “that’ll be even better.”

He chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you on the lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

After a few seconds, you place your hands against his chest and push him away slightly.

“I have to go home.”

He nods, looking a little bit sad that you’re leaving, “alright.”

You look up at him, “just call me whenever you want to meet up again, okay?”

He nods, “are you sure you’ll be okay walking home by yourself?”

You think for a moment, then nod, “I think so.”

“Okay…” he says before pulling you in for a hug.

After that you say goodbye to him and kiss his cheek. Then you turn to the front door and leave the house. The nightly autumn breeze brushing over you, making you shiver a little. It’s pretty dark, the only source of light being the porch light and the street lights.

You look down at your watch.

10:47. The streets are usually empty during this time.

You walk down the porch steps and onto the sidewalk. The sounds present are the chirps of crickets and the soft breeze. Until there’s a loud cracking noise in the woods nearby. The sudden sound startles you and makes you stop in your tracks, your heart racing.

You wait a few seconds, but you don’t see nor hear anything else. You take a deep breath, trying to soothe your racing heart. An animal probably just stepped on a stick or something.

You start walking again. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to warm yourself up because of the cool air. Then, your mind starts to wonder.

You think about how weird Michael acted when you were talking about that lunch date. He was so quick to answer against it. Maybe even too quick. He’s always been like that that, though. He never wants to go out anywhere during the daytime. Only night.

You met Michael at a nightclub. You were with a couple of friends, he was too. When you two talked to each other for the first time, you were immediately captivated by him. He was kind, respectful, funny, charming, and had the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. As the days went on, you two got to know each other more. He told you about how he grew up in Gary, Indiana with nine siblings until he moved to California. You told him about where you were from and how your childhood was like as well.

One day, you two finally confessed your feelings towards one another, and just like that, y’all started dating.

But as you two started going on dates, you noticed some things about Michael that were kind of…off.

Whenever you would plan dates with him, he would schedule the dates no earlier than 4:00 p.m. during the winter months, and no earlier than 8:00 p.m. in the summer months. Whenever you would suggest a more earlier time, he would immediately decline, and whenever you would ask why, he would either answer with “I don’t know” or avoid the question altogether.

You remember the first time you brought him to your house. You were walking in front of him while holding his hand, and once you opened the door and walked inside, he stopped abruptly. You turn around and saw him standing behind the threshold, looking almost hesitant to cross it.

“You okay?”

He looked up at you. “um…yeah can…can I come in?”

You nodded. “Yeah, you can. You don’t have to ask.”

He nodded and smiled slightly before walking over the threshold. It wasn’t that big of a deal, you just found it weird the fact he had to ask. Couldn’t he just walk through the door with no hesitation?

Before you knew it, you were in front of your house. You walked up the porch, opened the door, and walked inside. You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth. Then you went to your room, changed into your pajamas, laid down in your bed, and went to sleep.

“Man found dead in an alleyway, with fatal bite marks found on his neck.”

That’s what it said on the newspaper. The rest of the article explains how he might’ve been killed by some wild animal. But wild animals don’t hang out in random alleyways waiting for their next victim. This type of stuff has been going on ever since you moved to California. You wake up, open the newspaper, and there it reads, “man found dead in a dumpster, his neck or wrist covered in bloody bite marks.” Or, “new missing persons case, last found blah blah blah.” Those articles would pop up at least three or four times a week, and this article isn’t any different.

—————

The small bell jingled as you opened the door to the records store. The person working at the cash register looked up, smiled, and said welcome. You nodded and smiled back.

There’s about four people sitting at the chairs near the lounge area of the store. They’re talking in quiet voices, but you can still hear what they’re saying. They’re talking about that man in the alleyway.

“They’re saying it might’ve been a wild animal. But I don’t think so.”

“I know. Have you seen the description on those bite marks? It sounds like a human did it.”

“These type of cases are getting way too frequent. It’s definitely being done by one person.”

“I wonder if they’re ever gonna find the killer.”

“You think a human could bite people like that?”

“Hell, who knows. We could have a vampire on the loose.”

You never joined in on their conversation, but when one of them said “vampire”, it gave you a weird feeling in your stomach.

Like you’re actually more closer to the murderer than you think.

—————

You brought three albums to the cash register. Bad Girls by Donna Summer, She’s So Unusual by Cyndi Lauper, and Arrival by ABBA. As you pay for them, you notice a board beside the register. It has a lot of missing person papers pinned to the board.

The cashier notices you looking at the board, “oh yeah, you know the number of missing people in this area increase almost everyday?”

You turn your head to him, “really?”

He nods, “yup. Every morning I get sent more papers like that to pin to that wall.”

“My god…I hope they get found.”

He nods. “Yeah, me too.”

After you pay for the records, you leave the store. Still think about that conversation you heard between those four customers. You wonder why it rubbed you the wrong way. Why it gave you that weird feeling in your gut.

But you decide to brush it off, thinking it’s probably just anxiety and paranoia from looking into too much of those murders.

You put one last touch of lip stick as you heard the car pull up. You sat up from your vanity stool and looked in your full body mirror one last time before walking out of your room and downstairs to the front door.

You open the door, and there stands Michael, with a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. He isn’t wearing anything fancy, just a white button up with black pants and black loafers. You’re wearing a black dress with a v-line that drops down to your knees with a belt wrapped around your waist, topped of with black heels with an ankle strap. Your hair is done in Jheri curls and tied up in a half-up, half-down style.

You immediately run up to hug Michael, almost forgetting about the bouquet of flowers in his hands. After you’re done hugging him, you look down at the flowers and take them in your hands.

“These are so beautiful…where did you find them?”

He looks down at the flowers, “well…I saw them in a store and they reminded me of you.”

You look up at him, your lips curling into a soft smile, “well, I love them Michael, thank you so much.” You say as you lean up to kiss him. You two then started walking over to Michael’s car, his arm around your waist. Once you’re at the car, he opens the front passenger seat door for you and you climb in, he then walks to the drivers seat and climbs in as well.

—————

The first few minutes of the car ride is quiet, the only sounds being the music playing quietly on the radio and the hum of the car engine. Michael looks over at you and places his free hand on your thigh.

“You know…you didn’t have to go all out, I mean…we’re just going to dinner.”

You look over at him, “I know. I just didn’t want to look bad on our date.”

He looks over you and shakes his head before turning his gaze back onto the road, his hand giving you a gentle squeeze on your thigh, “you’ll never look bad in my eyes, mama. Don’t ever you go thinking that.”

You didn’t say anything else, you just looked down at his hand on your thigh, then you placed your hands over his and looked ahead at the road in front of you.

—————

After he pulled in to the parking lot of the restaurant, Michael climbs out and walks over to your side and opens the door to the front passenger seat. You climb out the car and then you two walk over the entrance of the restaurant, your fingers interlocked together.

You two follow the hostess over to a booth. She gives you the menus and you sit down, with Michael sitting in the seat across from you. You open your menu and look through it. A few minutes later, the waiter comes by and asks what you two would like to drink. You asked for a some water. Michael asked for orange juice. After that, you two started talking.

“Michael, have you heard about those two men found near that hat abandoned house near the hardware store?”

Michael looked up from his menu, “really? How were they…found?”

“I’m not sure. But apparently their necks were slashed really badly. They say they even found bite marks on their wrists.

Michael swallowed, “do they…have any suspects?”

You shake your head, “none yet. They keep on excusing it thinking it’s some wild animal. But a lot of people don’t think that’s the case. They think it might be some werewolf, or a vampire.”

Michaels jaw tightens, “well…I hope they find the murderers.”

You nod, “yeah, me too. And do you know how many people have gone missing this past month?”

“No?”

You lean in, “over sixty! Can you believe?”

Michaels eyes widen slightly, trying to seem less tense than he already is, “wow…I can’t believe it.”

You nod, “I know. It crazy! I’m convinced we have someone like Dracula in this area.” You chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the dark mood of the conversation, but when you looked at Michael, he seemed like he’d just seen a ghost.

“Michael, you alright?” You asked.

“Oh, uhh…yeah.” He said before taking a sip of his orange juice.

“Okay. You just seem…tense, for some reason.”

Yeah, I’m fine. Just hungry I guess.” He said with a slight smile.

Soon, the waiter came by and asked what you two would like to eat. Michael ordered a steak cooked rare, you ordered spaghetti. After the waiter left, you turned to Michael.

“Steak? Again?” You asked with a lighthearted smile on your face, not meaning anything rude behind the question.

Michael nods, “yeah.”

“Right…sorry if that sounded rude…it’s just that you order steak every time!” You chuckle lightly.

“I know. But I like eating steak.”

Something popped up in your mind, “didn’t you tell me one time that you used to be vegetarian?”

Michael shrugs his shoulders, “I might’ve…I don’t remember. I don’t really like eating food that much.”

A few minutes later, the waiter returns with your food. He places the plate of steak in front of Michael and the bowl of spaghetti in front of you. Then he places a plate of garlic bread beside your spaghetti. You unfold a napkin and place it on your lap, then you pick up a fork and start mixing the noodles and the spaghetti sauce together.

“This looks really—“ you’re about to say, but then you look up at Michael. He’s staring at the garlic bread, his face almost pale, his eyes wide, and his breathing ragged.

“Michael? Are you okay?” You ask, voice filled with concern.

“Yeah just…I’ll…I’ll be right back…” he said before quickly getting up and rushing towards the entrance. You look back at him, then at the garlic bread. You looked closely at it, trying to see if there’s maybe a bug on the garlic bread, but you see nothing.

You then get up from your seat and walk towards the entrance and walk outside. You look around for Michael, but you don’t see him. You walk over to the side of the restaurant and find him leaning against a wall taking deep breaths, with his hand on his heart.

“Michael?” You walk over to him, “are you okay?”

He nods, looking down at the ground, still taking deep breaths, “yeah…”

“Did something scare you or…?”

He shakes his head, still looking down, “nothing did…just…can you tell that waiter to take away the garlic bread please?” He finally looks over at you.

You nod, “yeah, sure. Do you wanna come back inside?”

He gives a single nod, “I guess I will…”

You take your hand in his and walk back into the restaurant and back to the booth. You call the waiter over and ask him to take away the garlic bread.

You two ate the food and paid for it. After that, you left the restaurant.

—————

The car ride is quiet for a few minutes. Then, Michael looks over at you.

“Hey, mama, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about what happened back there.”

You turn to face him, “Michael, you don’t have to apologize.”

“I know, baby. It was just so stupid of me to react that way…I just really don’t like garlic.”

You tilt your head in curiosity, “are you allergic?”

Michael shrugs a shoulder, “I guess so.”

“You should’ve just told me that Michael. I could’ve asked them for no garlic.”

He shakes his head, “don’t worry about it. You didn’t know.”

Soon he stops at your house. You take the bouquet of flowers and open the door. You kiss him and tell him goodbye, then you climb out of the car.

You watch as Michael’s car drives off into the night. Then you walk up your porch, open the door, and walk inside your house.

You sit down on the couch, a cup of coffee in your hand. You take a sip of it then set the cup on the coffee table in front of your couch.

You pick up the remote and turn the TV on. The morning news is playing. The news reporter is telling about another murder that happened in the area. You’re not surprised at this point, the number of murders has been increasing this past two weeks.

You pick up the cup of coffee and take a sip again. The news reporter further explains about the person that was killed, and their life was like, what did, all that stuff.

You set the coffee cup down on the table. You then decide to grab the remote and switch it to another channel. Trying to distract yourself from all the negative things that’s been going on in town.

—————

The door to the library creaked slightly as you opened it. The library, of course, was silent. The only sounds being the low murmur of people whispering, the patted footsteps on the soft carpet, and the occasional sound of flipping pages.

You walked through the different aisles in the library. They’re all organized by different genres, romance, horror, historical fiction, etc.

One aisle you were walking through had books about supernatural creatures. You saw a book about vampires. Out of curiosity, you took the book and opened it. You weren’t planning to buy it, you just wanted to look through it.

But one page you read rubbed you the wrong way.

It was about vampires weaknesses. Sunlight, and most notably, garlic.

You immediately thought of Michael when you two were at that restaurant last week.

The way he reacted when the waiter gave you the garlic bread.

And sunlight…Michael always talked about how he didn’t like sunlight.

You turned the page. A paragraph you read said, “Vampires are usually solitary creatures.”

Michael lives in that house near the woods.

That area always gave you the creeps.

Could he be…

No.

If he was one, you’d be dead already.

He just doesn’t like the daytime and garlic, and he just likes living far away. It doesn’t make him a vampire.

That’s what you tell yourself as you closed the book and put it back in the shelf.

You try to look for more books. But that specific one gave you a sense of unease. So you decide to leave the library.

As you’re walking home, you pass by a pole that had two missing person posters taped to it. Looking at the posters made your unease worse for some reason, so you look away from them and start walking again.

The car pulls in to the parking lot of the arcade place. After Michael turns off the car, you look over at him.

“An arcade?”

Michael looks over at you, “Yeah, I promised you I’d take you here one day.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

He smiles, “mama, you’d know I’d never lie to you.”

You smile back. Then you turned and opened the car door and climbed out of it.

You and Michael walked into the arcade. There’s various types of games to play, PAC-man, Donkey Kong, Tetris, you name it. There’s a lot of people there. Some little kids, some teenagers, some even around your age. There’s even a snack bar in the far right of the place.

You and Michael walked over to a game called Asteroids. You would take turns playing it, but Michael scored more points than you. To make it up to you, Michael let you win on the next game you guys played, which was Tetris.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” Michael says before walking over to the snack bar. You nod and went back to playing, but out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a guy about your age staring at you. You don’t think anything of it. Maybe he’s just zoning out, but then he starts walking towards you. You try to ignore it once again, but fail to as he starts talking to you.

“Hey.” He says while leaning against the wall.

You glance at him, “hi.” You look back over at the game.

He looks over at the game you’re playing, “Tetris? Cool, I like that game too.”

“Thats nice.” You say, trying to seem nice while still trying to keep it small talk.

He gets off the wall and walks over to you. He stands beside you, but he’s not too close.

Michael could be here any minute now.

“Are you with anyone right now?” He asks.

You look over at him, trying to decide if you should stay still or beat it out of there, “yes.” You say while nodding.

He smirks, not believing you, “really, where is he?”

You turn over to the snack bar, but what you see almost startles you. Michael stands near the bar, two drinks in his hands, staring straight at the guy. He’s gripping the cups tightly, his jaw clenched, and his gaze is piercing straight through the man like a knife. You point at Michael, “he’s over there.”

The man’s smug facade falters under Michael’s stare. Michael starts walking over to the two of you.

He stood beside you, a fake smile on his face, “hey, baby. I got you the drink you wanted. Coke, right?”

You nod, forcing a smile,“yes. Thank you.” He hands the cup over to you. After you take it in your hands he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the side of your head. He then looks over at the man, “baby, who is this?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, he just came up and started talking to me.”

The man looks at the two of you and swallows.

“Well, I think he should probably go away and bother someone else’s girl.” He says, his gaze hardening on the man.”

“I…I wasn’t planning to do anything…I was just talking to her…” the guy says, his voice almost shaky.

“Then talk to someone else.” Michael says, his voice stern. You look at Michael, you’ve never seen him act like this before.

The man frantically nods, “okay…I’m very sorry…” he says before quickly walking away from you two.

Michael stares at the man as he walks away, then he takes a deep breath. He turns to you, his gaze softening slightly.

“What was that about?” He asks.

“I don’t know, he just came up and started talking to me.”

“Did he try to touch you?”

You shake your head, “no, not at all. He just ask me if I was with anyone.”

He nods, his voice still stern, “okay, good.”

After a while you two left the arcade place. Most of the car ride was silent. You can tell that Michael was still mad about what happened in the arcade.

Soon his car stopped at your house. You lean over, kiss him, and tell him goodbye, then you left the car.

You stood on the porch and watched as he pulled out of your driveway and drove off, but he didn’t drive in the direction of where his house is at, instead it’s towards the town, but you didn’t think much of his though. He probably has some errands to run.

You watch the car drive off. Then you sighed and walked inside your house.

—————

Another man was killed last night.

But not just any man.

It was the same man that tried to flirt with you in the arcade place.

Apparently his neck was severely bitten and his face was slashed so badly he was barely recognizable. His wrists were bitten too. They said it was more gruesome than any murder in the area.

You thought about how Michael acted last night after the encounter. He was quiet, and he was tense.

You never saw him drive home.

That’s when you decide you’re done keeping your questions bottled up. This has been going on for far too long, and you need answers.

What did Michael do last night?

What does he do during the daytime?

Why does he hate garlic so much?

And does he ever sleep?

You’ll visit him tonight, and you’ll make sure you get a clear answer on what’s been going on.

You knock on the door to Michael house. A few minutes later, the door opens, Michael stands there, in a plain black t-shirt and dark blue pajama pants. He stops in his tracks, looking almost surprised that you’re here.

“Baby? Why’re you here?”

You smile softly, “sorry, I know you didn’t expect me to come here. I just wanted to visit you.”

He thinks for a minute, then nods, “sure, come in.” He moves aside, letting you walk through the door.

The two of you walk into the living and sit down on the couch. The TV is playing the move To Kill a Mockingbird, one of Michael’s favorite movies. He even showed it to you when you two first started dating.

“Um…could you turn the TV off?”

He nods, “yeah, sure.” He picks up the remote and turns the TV off. He then turns back to you.

You take a deep breath before speaking, “so, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah? What’s is it?”

“You know about the murders and missing person cases that’s been happening here?” You ask.

Michael nods.

“Well, about that guy that tried to flirt with me last night, he’s dead know. And I do remember not seeing you drive home last night, where did you go?”

He swallows, “I went to the gas station.”

“Did you see that guy any? Like was there someone following him or something like that?”

He quickly shakes his head, “no.”

You sigh, “Michael, I don’t know if I’m talking about this the right way…but ever since we started dating, I’ve noticed some things about you. You avoid doing anything in the daytime, you don’t like food, and that night at the restaurant., with the garlic bread, why’d you react like that?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t look real. He looks nervous, “I don’t like garlic, like at all. What are you trying to say here?”

“I’m saying that theres some things about you that I sometimes find…off. And if there’s anything bothering you, you can talk to me about it. You know that, right?”

He slowly nods, “yeah.”

“So is there anything you want to talk to me about?”

He looks away for a second, “well…there are some things.”

He looks back at you and leans off the couch. He then takes a deep breath.

“You know I love you. And I know you love me too. But there’s some things I wanna tell you.”

You furrow your brows in curiosity, “what is it Michael?”

“I’m not like other guys.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing,

“I mean, I’m…different. I’m not human.”

He sighs and looks down,

“I’m…a vampire…”

Your eyes widen slightly.

“What?”

He looks up at you. A sad and almost guilty look in his eyes.

“Yes. I am. I rarely sleep, if I do it’s mostly during the day. I can’t touch or eat garlic. And I can’t go out into the sunlight because if I do, I’ll burn to death. At night i follow random people on the street, and when i find them in a secluded spot, where no one is around, i…”

You finish his sentence before he can,

“You…kill them?”

He pauses for a second, then nods.

“Yes. I kill them.”

You think about the words he just said.

“So…you were the one killing people and making them go missing?”

He nods again, “yes.”

He looks down and takes another deep breath. You lean down to try to look at him, but he looks away, avoiding your gaze.

“Michael?”

“Hm?” He murmurs quietly, still avoiding eye contact.

“Can you show me your fangs?”

He finally looks up at you, “what?”

You repeat yourself,

“Can you please show me your fangs?”

He hesitates for a moment, then nods. A few seconds later, he opens his mouth and reveals two sharp points on his canines and his premolars.

A quiet “woah” escaped your lips. You grab both sides of his face and gently move his head to the left, then to the right. You place your thumbs on his canine teeth and push up slightly, feeling their sharpness. You take your thumbs off his teeth and place your hands back on your lap.

“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

Michael looks down again, “I thought you would get scared and leave me.”

“Michael, I wouldn’t leave you over something like that.”

He looks up at you, “really?”

You nod, “yeah, I mean, I kinda already suspected that maybe you were a vampire.”

He tilts his head to the side, a smile on his face, “what? How?”

“Well, I saw this book about vampires and the things I read kind of reminded me of you.”

Michael chuckles, “so you basically knew?” He says jokingly.

You giggle, “no. I just thought it was a possibility. But I brushed it off ‘cause I thought it was dumb to think about.”

A moment of silence. Then, you look back at Michael, a more serious but curious tone in your voice,

“Michael, you can turn other people into vampires, right?”

He looks back at you, then nods.

“Mhm.”

“Have you…ever wanted to turn me?”

He hesitates. Then slowly nods,

“Yes.”

You think about his answer for a moment. Then, you speak up again,

“You can turn me, you know.”

His eyes widen slightly,

“Really?”

You reach over and take his hands in yours. Your thumb brushing over his knuckle, “I want you to turn me. If that’s what you’ve been wanting.”

“Baby, i don’t know if you know what you’re saying. Getting bit is very painful.”

You shake your head, “I don’t care, Michael.”

“Are…are you sure?”

You nod, “yes, I’m sure.”

Michael hesitates for a moment, then he nods with a quiet “okay” before reaching up and taking your hair and moving it to your other shoulder. Leaving the other side bare. He leans over, his warm breath ghosting over your neck, making you shiver.

You feel his fangs brush over your neck.

“Tell me when to stop.”

Then, you feel his fangs sink into your skin. The sudden contact made you gasp, your hands grabbing his shoulders. It stung at first, but then it quickly turned into a throbbing pain.

You felt your blood rush out your neck and into his mouth, you heard him swallowing it, too. You felt a wave of fatigue wash over you as you feel his tongue lick over the wound, trying to soothe out the pain.

He pulls away far enough to look you in the eyes. He wipes the blood off his chin before his hands move up to cup both sides of your face, “you alright?” He asked, looking concerned.

You nod, smiling slightly, “yeah…”

Then, he leans over and presses his mouth against yours. It catches you off guard for a second, but you quickly give in and kiss him back. You feel his tongue glide over your lower lip, begging for entrance, and you give him exactly that. You part your lips and feel his tongue move over yours. The rhythm makes you into the kiss.

You two break the kiss for just a moment, your forehead resting against his. You both make eye contact. Then your hands move to unzip your jean jacket. You then slide it off your body and throw it onto the floor somewhere. Michael leans down and kisses you again. This time it’s more passionate, his lips moving against yours more aggressively.

You feel your back hit the cushions of the couch. Michaels hands, one on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, move down to the hem of your shirt and pull it up and over your head. He then throws the shirt onto the floor. You reach up to unclasp your bra and throw it onto the floor as well. Revealing your bare breasts.

Michael looks over your bare upper body. His eyes blown wide. Then he leans down and starts placing open mouths kisses on your neck, down to your collarbone, and then to the valley of your breasts before taking one in his hand and the other in his mouth. You moan softly as you feel his tongue glide over your nipple, making it harden.

His lips travel lower until he reaches the hem of your jeans. He looks up at you, looking for confirmation, and you nod. His hands quickly move to button and unzip your jeans. You lift your hips to let him pull down your jeans, and he pulls them down along with your underwear.

He spreads your legs apart and settles between them. He looks up at you, his eyes dark. then down to your waiting cunt, which was already wet. You feel him place a few kisses to your thighs before you feel his tongue lick a thick strip over your cunt. You gasp at the feeling. He licks up another strip before circling his tongue over your clit. You let out a soft moan, your hands reaching down to grasp his hair, pushing his head down further into your cunt. You feel him smile as he seals his lips around your clit, sucking gently but hard enough for choked out moans to escape your lips as you feel his fang brush over your clit.

You feel his pointer and middle finger spread you open, his tongue delves in deeper inside you. The feeling causing you to throw your head back on the pillow while your eyes to roll back and one of your hands reach up and grab the corner of the pillow on the couch.

“God…Michael…fuck…”

You feel him grin against your clit. You hear him swallow your arousal, causing a low groan to escape his lips as you feel a warm pool curling in your belly.

You cry out loudly as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your hips buck forward against his mouth and he swallows your release. You moan out his name and curse words and you ride out your orgasm.

Michael sits up and wipes his saliva and your arousal off his chin. He then crawls over you until he’s now hovering over you. He raises his hand can cup the side of face.

“You alright, mama?” He asks, his eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

You shake your head. A satisfied smile spread across your face, “no.”

He smiles back, looking relieved. Then he leans down and kisses you once again. His mouth moving over yours in a steady rhythm. You can feel his hardness grind against your inner thigh, making you groan softly.

Just then, he turns over, you’re on top of him now, your thighs straddling his hips. You sit up, your fingers curled around the hem of Michael’s shirt, and start to pull the shirt up and over his head before throwing it down somewhere on the floor. Then you under the hem of his pants.

Michael groans as you pull out his hard length and position it against your entrance. Then, you finally lower yourself onto his cock, making you both groan. He fills you almost perfectly.

His hands grab onto his. You lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips before sitting back up and starting to move.

You started with slow grinds at first, your hips moving up and down on his cock. Michael moans at the feeling, his head thrown back on the pillow.

“Fuck…baby…”

You look down at him, your hands resting on his lower stomach, soft moans and whimpers escape your lips as well.

You lean down and press your lips against his, swallowing his moans. The kiss is different this time, it’s full of heat. Your tongue moving over his before you bite down on his lower lip.

Then, he turns over, now he’s on top of you. You wrap your arms around his back, with his hands still on your hips.

His hips slam against yours, making you cry out, your fingers digging into the skin of his back. He looks down at you, his face sweaty, his curls sticking to his forehead, and his eyes blown wide. You cup his face in your hands. Then he leans down and starts kissing on your neck, still thrusting into you.

You gasp as you feel him nipping your neck, not hard enough to draw blood though. That same warm feeling floods your lower belly again.

Your climax is near, and he can feel it too. Because his thrusts are becoming more faster now.

Your orgasm hits you once again. You throw your head back on the pillow and moan loudly, the sound being this music to Michael’s ears. He’s still grinding into to you, even through your climax. His thrusts are starting to become sloppy, his own climax coming as well.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you. He thrusts hardly one more time before spilling his hot seed inside of you. He groans against your neck while still slamming into you, filling you up completely.

He bottoms out over you, panting heavily against your neck.

The next few minutes are silent, the only sounds being your breaths mingling together, the smell of sex and sweat filling this room.

Michael then speaks, his head still on your chest, “you alright, mama?”

You nod, smiling softly, “yes.”

He looks down at you and cups your face gently, his eyes softening. You can hear his heartbeat with your new heightened senses.

“I just want to let you know that you will be going through some changes for the next few days. And I don’t want it to scare you. But if it ever does, just know that I’ll always be there for you.

You smile softly and nod. Then he leans down to kiss you. The kiss is soft and intimate, very different from what it was a few minutes ago.

He pulls away and rests his forehead onto yours. The two of you are silent for a few seconds, then, you say:

“I love you, Michael.”

He smiles,

“I love you too, baby.”