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It wasn't that you needed a new job, the bar served you just fine for the past two years. You cooked hot meals, and poured cold drinks for both newcomers and the drunks that frequented alike. You grew to love the atmosphere, beginning to feel like home when you needed one most.
However, when you were offered quadruple your measly pay, you had to think twice. The first time you thought "Huh, the hooch is that good? Got em offering up money like candy". The man was clearly intoxicated, in fact, you think he came in that way, being the only white folk to stumble in the joint in months. He was all smiles, handing out far more money than the asking price. He almost seemed confused about the standoffish behavior and dirty looks.
"You been workin' here long?" He asked, corner of his lip turning up as he spoke with a small smirk.
"Yes sir". You glanced up from the drink you were pouring him for only a second, but could feel his gaze hadn't left since he initially laid eyes on you. He had thick, waved hair, looked like it was once slicked back with some sort of pomade, but long messed by the difficulties of a days work. You assumed he must've been a farmer due to the dark rust color that stained under his nails and across his white button-up shirt. He smelled like tobacco and musk, like he'd just finished up some hard labor and smoked a cigarette on his way over.
"Do they pay ya good?" He leaned in a bit, resting his weight on his arms folded in front of him.
"They do, I like it here". You kept every response short and sweet, careful not to be rude while also not being friendly enough to give him the wrong idea.
"I can pay you better".
You snickered meeting his gaze this time, noticing that he had awfully pretty brown eyes; the kind that look like honey when the sun hit at the right angle. "Oh is that so?"
He nodded, a smug, tight lipped smile dancing across his face; "Two dollars an hour. You know that little blue house with the big ole porch wrapped around it? Hell, you probably walked past it a few times without knowing. Well, that's where I stay, how'dya like to come by and clean for me every Monday? Nothing too difficult, just needa little upkeep, gets hard living all by my lonesome". He tried to make himself sound small, just a single man with no woman to pick up after him, but you could easily see right through that façade. He bit back a grin, knowing you passed his home every time you walked in or out of town, sometimes stopping for a moment to imagine what it'd be like owning a place like that. He watched you too, but that's a story for another time.
"Thats it?"
"Yes ma'am, no more no less". Sometimes when he spoke an accent you couldn't place slipped through the seams of his southern drawl.
"I don't even know your name".
"Schlatt, my names Schlatt".
"You ain't from round here, are you, Schlatt?" You had to admit he caught your interest, he was a nice enough man, charming even, but he had something sinister about him you couldn't place. Regardless of the way he made your stomach turn, you wanted that money bad enough that you were willing to entertain the idea.
"Moved down here from New York a long while back".
"Now what in the world could Mississippi have to offer that The Big Apple didn't?"
"For starters? They ain't have nobody half as pretty as you".
You smiled at your feet, feeling your face heat up. Before you could respond, Stack, your boss, slid beside you, mentioning in passing you needed to run back to the kitchen and get working on a order just placed. You cursed under your breath, most nights people stopped requesting food once it got this late.
"Sorry, I gotta-"
"Don't worry bout it, sugar. You're a smart girl, I know you'll need time to think on it, I'll come back later. You have yourself a good night now". After swallowing down the last of the glass you'd just filled he slapped a ten dollar bill on the bar counter, giving a small wave before heading for the exit. So by the second time you thought about it, he wasn't even out the door yet, and you already made up your mind.
That was the first time you met Schlatt and was nowhere near your last. As promised he returned, a week of waiting had you impatient, finding yourself scanning the building for that familiar face every shift. You huffed to yourself restocking the clean glasses behind the bar, beginning to give up on the idea as a whole, but almost on queue that smooth, deep voice called out from behind.
"Scuse me ma'am, can I get a glass of that there whiskey?"
You whipped your head around to see him, freshly rolled cigarette between his lips, nodding towards one of the pricier bottles, same kind as before.
"Evening Schlatt". You smiled, pleased to meet his acquaintance once again. Ideas of fancy dresses, a radio, and maybe even a car swirled around in your mind, if he looked hard enough he could likely see the reflection of dollar signs in your eyes.
"You missed me or something, darlin?"
You ignored the sweettalk, placing his favorite liquor in front of him; "Well I'm not too sure about missin, but I have been doing a whole lot of thinking".
"And...?"
"And I think It would be a wonderful opportunity, if you'll still have me".
"I'd love to have you".
And that he did.
~~~
For the first month it was minuscule tasks such as wiping down the kitchen, or sweeping the dusty floors, but it quickly became more. He started requesting you come more frequently, now scrubbing the tile and tub from a muddy shade of red.
The first time it happened he swore it was rust staining from washing clothes post working with old metal parts, but his excuses got sloppier. The following incident was far too viscous to be rust, it was like he wanted you to sniff out his dishonesty. Eventually, he confessed to being a hunter, said he sold meat down on the other side of town. You weren't sure if you believed him, but perhaps you were too blinded by greed to care.
Most days he was quiet, shut in the bedroom down the hall. You never dared interrupt unless absolutely necessary, although you often wondered what he was doing in there. Other days he'd sit and watch you for a while, not predatory or authoritative, just studying your movements. Truth be told it doesn't matter what you do, if you kicked an empty can around the house all day he'd pay you anyways as gratitude for being allowed in your presence.
You didn't understand the effect you had on him, sometimes it was too much to bear. He couldn't wrap his head around it himself, unable to decide whether he wanted to sink his teeth into your soft, brown skin, sucking down every drop of your life source or be deep inside you, making you cry out his name. He thought his feelings for you to be sick, diseased with unwavering obsession.
After scouring every inch of the regularly bloodied kitchen sink you approached Schlatt who sat at his chestnut colored, leather couch pretending to read a book. As you arrived in front of him he quickly stood up to meet your attention, ready to follow the usual script of 'I'm finished', ' thank you, here's your pay'.
"Gosh you've been hunting a whole lot as of late, must be getting lucky, huh?" You asked innocently, however in his mind it was anything but. Looking up at him, batting those damning eyes.
In this moment he'd do absolutely anything you ask, the nail in the coffin was the crimson freckles you unknowingly acquired. Splashing yourself with droplets of red water whilst vigorously cleaning . His throat tightened, mouth filling with saliva. He went to speak, but the words got caught on his inhibitions, mind muddled with filth. The bulge in his pants grew uncomfortably tight, but somehow that was the least of his concerns, fangs protruding from his gums, ready to devour you. Instead he swiftly forked out a twenty dollar bill placing it directly into your hand before retreating upstairs without a word. "Thank you!" You called up the steps, but no response.
He overpaid, again. Not that you were complaining, but it was strange the way half of the time he'd shower you in compliments and money, while others he seemed he couldn't stand the sight of you. You sighed to yourself, as you walked home alone, hoping you didn't do anything to upset him. You liked having Schlatt as your boss, he was much nicer than Stack, and paid better too. You still worked a couple days of the week at the bar, but only out of leisure, you really didn't want to go back to picking up long hours like you used to.
While you wallowed in your worries, Schlatt found himself doubled over at the feeling of his insides twisting around. "Fuck". He cursed though gritted teeth, slamming his palm against the wall to stabilize himself, facing a wooden standing mirror. He undid his belt with one hand as fast as he could manage, tightly gripping his throbbing cock through his briefs, already damp with precum.
It was animalistic the way drool trickled down his chin, sharp teeth fully exposed as he rapidly pumped up and down his length, using the dripping saliva as lubricant, making a sloppy, wet sound with every stroke. It didn't take long for him to paint the mirror, thick ropes of cum spraying the surface. He imagined you cleaning it up afterwards, licking it up on your knees, your pretty little face soaked in blood and cum. He groaned to himself in frustration, the process began again.
This isn't enough, he needs more... He needs you.
~~~
Your eyes were heavy from a long day, but you couldn't rest just yet, gently dragging a wet sponge across your dirtied face, pulling a few coils away before proceeding. Once finished you made your way back into your bedroom, dropping the towel wrapped around your body before you slipping into one of your nightgowns. The cool silk left goosebumps across your skin as you pulled thin straps that immediately plummeted into a deep v-line, over either shoulder.
You were inches away from curling up into the comfort of your bed, but you stopped in your tracks hearing the heart-sinking sound of hesitant taps on your front door. They were so light you tried to convince yourself you imagined them, but that idea was quickly discarded by a repeated three knocks. Stronger now, more confident. Something felt wrong, it was far too late for guests... maybe someone got lost, needed direction. You reluctantly crept down the stairs, a couple seconds between each step, hands shaking at your sides.
"Baby, come on down here, and let me in please. I know you're in there... I-I need help". His voice hoarse and begging, you never heard him like this, usually always overconfident and blunt. 'What in God's name could he possibly need help with right now?' you thought to yourself, allowing the slightest bit of relief knowing it was only your boss, but that security was immediately washed away once you opened the door. Coming face to face with the red-eyed monster you once recognized. You gasped, taking a step back as you studied his distressed appearance. Soaking in gore, with inhumanly sharp teeth that dripped blood and desperation.
"Oh my girl, I knew you'd come to me. Don't be afraid now, I ain't gon hurt ya, promise".
Everything about the sight had your heart pounding through your chest. He rested a hand on the doorframe above his head, casually, like he had been here countless times before. So comfortable being in his rawest form around you, as if you weren't nothing more than prey to his kind.
A part of you always knew he was corrupt, and chose to ignore it. Thinking back to those words you heard in church "You keep dancing with the devil, one day he's gon follow you home" and now look at him, grinning on your doorstep, ready to claim your soul.
"What do you want?" Your voice trembled, body frozen with fear. You knew you should've shut the door in his face, but couldn't muster the courage to break the few feet distance between the two of you.
"You. I just want you".
Tears welled in your eyes, adrenaline being pumped into your veins. You moved without thinking, slamming the creaky, wooden door so fast the gust of air blew a couple out of place stands from his face, You messily turned the locks, earning a grin from him, shaking his head at his feet, you always were a tough one.
"Don't go getting all worked up now, sugar. I know how it looks, but I just wanna be round you, talk to you. I swear it, please. I'll sit here til the sun burns me into ashes, I can't take it no more". his fist slid down the siding of your home, dropping it at his side.
You knew all about demons like him, hearing cautionary tales as a little girl that haunted you well into adulthood. There's nobody around for at least a mile, you needed to defend yourself. Unable to stomach the idea of him circling your home until sunrise like a hungry vulture.
"Go away!" You warned, sounding far braver than you were.
"I can't, you don't understand the way my skin screams your name. I haven't been able to get you out my head since I seen ya". his voice trailed off, getting quieter and quieter like he was responding to none other than himself .
You toyed with the idea of hearing him out as you packed all six slots of your revolver with bullets. Curls stuck to your sweaty forehead, eyes wide, dizzy with fear as you attempted to catch your uneven breath. He had a million opportunities alone with you, if he wanted to hurt you he could've, but he didn't. You wrestled with reason, did you really have a soft spot for a being so evil?
No, absolutely not, fuck him.
Your unsteady hands softly unlocked the door before kicking it wide open, being sure to glance in either direction before stepping out. You placed yourself in the middle of the rotting, wooden porch wielding a small gun. "Schlatt..." you called out into the quiet air, responses from no more than the buzz of cicadas and bullfrogs.
You half expected to hear those obnoxious knocks continue from the backside of your house, searching for another entrance. You descended from your stoop, the steps howled under your bare feet, long needing to be replaced. You quickly looked to your right, and then the left, feeling the damp grass entangle your toes.
Nothing. No more pleas or rattling at the entryway, the air was thick with anticipation, and a thumping pulse in your ears. Had you made it up? Fabricated by a nightmare or even possibly a nefarious fantasy. You almost lowered your weapon, accepting his wave of the white flag, but the both of you knew he wouldn't be throwing in the towel anytime soon.
As soon as you looked away you were propelled to the ground, all the wind in your lungs being instantaneously siphoned by force of the fall. You were nearly knocked unconscious, vision fuzzy, so caught up in trying to regain your senses you failed to acknowledge the fact that 1. Schlatt was on top of you, pinning both arms down, straddling your waist and 2. you blew a hole straight through his left shoulder.
"Goddamnit, that hurt", He cursed between heavy breaths, caging you in; "I tried to avoid this, swear I did. I didn't wanna hurt you".
"Schlatt, you gotta let me go, please. I won't tell anyone, just let me go". Now you were the one begging, pathetically writhing under his grasp as if you weren't the one who just put a bullet in him.
Your sight cleared a bit, finally being able to make out his face, less than a foot away from yours. "Sh sh sh, quit all that fussin, sugar. I'll let you go when I'm done withya". He pressed a calloused, grimy finger to your lips, shushing you in a way that felt strangely gentle.
Your instincts were to fight back, despite already knowing the outcome, he was stronger than you've ever been. Using your now free hand to swat his from your face he chuckled, lacing fingers around the nape of your neck, losing them in your damp hair. He pulled ever so slightly, earning a wince before leaning in so close your heart skipped a beat. His lips moved quickly against yours, kissing you with a rhythmless pace, it was rough and frantic. He'd been waiting for this moment for longer than you knew, following you around whenever he could, making sure you got home safe every night, dreaming about what it'd be like to love you right.
He occasionally gave your curls firm tugs, trying to hold back from ripping your clothes clean off your body while his other palm found its way to your hip, squeezing your side. Both your hands were free to do as they please, attempt another shove, or futile escape, but your body betrayed you, doing nothing, frozen under his touch.
"Let me show you how good I can make you feel, please baby. I can be so good to you". He murmured through kisses, forcing his tongue in your mouth, tasting of iron and bourbon. You let out a overwhelmed whimper that only further encouraged him.
You weren't ready to admit it to yourself, but you involuntarily began to melt into him as your core grew with a familiar buzz. He groaned against your lips, acknowledging your subtle submission, painfully hard over the idea of you wanting him even half as much as he needed you.
You didn't match his speed, but you at least allowed it, releasing a breathy exhale as he finally pulled away. You met his gaze, still afraid, placing your hand in the center of his chest, how could someone dead be so warm? His eyes were like red orbs that bore into you, brushing his thumb along your cheek, caressing you. He drank in your appearance for a while, not wanting to forget how beautiful you looked draped in moonlight, but eventually moved down kissing from your jawline, stopping at your neck.
Schlatt's facial hair tickled against your skin, hovering above your pulsing jugular. You braced yourself for it all to be over, tensing hard as you awaited fangs as sharp as daggers to sink into your neck, but instead you were met with tender sucking. Biting back a whine as his hot tongue swirled achingly slow. "Shoulda let me inside, I didn't wanna dirty up this pretty little gown you got on". His words vibrated through your ear sending chills all across you.
"Why you get so quiet on me all of a sudden, I wanna hear you". His hand traveled under your thigh, bending your leg at the knee to pull it to his side, hiking your dress up. You stumbled on your words, trying to say something, anything, but it went nowhere fast. He cut you off, dipping two fingers between your legs, rubbing small circles against the embarrassingly wet cloth; "Tell me to stop and I'll be finished".
"W-we shouldn't". You stammered, digging your nails through his half buttoned shirt, leaving red crescents scattering his chest. When did you get so complacent, what were you doing? All sense you had left said to get up and go, but this wasn't about sensibility.
"Should or shouldn't, I didn't hear stop". He smirked, teasing your sopping hole by prodding the fabric of your panties inside before returning to your sensitive clit. This time you couldn't help but moan, hips bucking for more friction.
"I don't trust you, I can't". You moaned, using both hands to push against him as he hooked a finger under your garment, pushing his middle digit past your slick entrance, curling them upwards whilst pumping in and out.
"Baby, it ain't about trust. I know you'd go runnin' to anyone willing to listen to what I done to you. Hell, you'd let the sun burn me up into nothin... You can shoot me, shout in my face, hit me, it don't matter none. I'll still give you anything, you can have it all". His pace was relentless now, occasionally scissoring them inside making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty.
Drool pooled at the corners of his mouth, running down his chin whilst creating a combination of saliva and blood as he continued rambling on; "Keep my money, keep my house, my car, all of it. Please sugar, just keep me. If you get tired of me I'll stay far enough not to bother, I can wait until you need me to make you feel good again, please. I'll do anything".
Your head was spinning, whole body burning hot white as he pulled you closer to your climax. Your lips were ajar as uncontrollable moans fell out, back arching, clenching tightly around his fingers. Tears once more glazed your eyes, becoming shamefully overcome with waves of pleasure, spurts of your juices rolling down his wrist. You whimpered his name, quivering relentlessly under his grasp, he let out a throaty groan of arousal watching you come down from your high.
He detached himself from you without a word, standing to his feet and extending a helping hand. You accepted hesitantly, letting it rest there for a second, before pulling away. A mix of terror, guilt, and disorientation hit you, fueling your feet to run right back to your door. You expected him to chase you up the handful of steps, but he didn't. Observing as you made an escape, to both of your confusion you stopped, cursing under your breath, doomed with desire. You didn't want this to stop.
Your back pressed against the cool house, waiting for him to meet you where you stand. It didn't take long for him to catch on, doing so with haste. He crashed into you, cupping both sides of your face as he leaned down kissing you. "Tell me what you want- you wanna feel me?" He paused, resting his forehead against yours, reveling in the excitement derived from seeing you being the one needing him for once. You nodded greedily, crossing your hands over the back of his neck in attempt to return him to your lips. He didn't respond, figuring actions speak louder than words he roughly ripped through the silk nightgown, and then panties, threads tearing against you so fast the sensation mimicked rugburn. He hesitated only for a second, marveling at your exposed breasts, nipples perfectly erect as soon as they hit the open air.
The tall man lifted under either thigh, getting a handful of ass on his way to hoist you to his waist. "Wanted you for so long". He spoke so quiet it resembled a whisper. The steel belt buckle grazed the underside of your thighs, jingling against itself as he sloppily unbuckled himself, only needing one hand to hold you up. His body felt frustratingly good, your hips impatiently shifted in his grip, rubbing your bare pussy on his still-clothed erection.
He muttered obscenities at your lack of composure, feeling his orgasm nearing and he hadn't even fucked you yet, it was maddening the way you made a fellow like him so pliant. His cock sprung from his underwear, flinging precum against your backside. He wasted no time sinking you onto his heavy length, humming with enjoyment, hugging your midsection to prevent you from squirming out of his disposal. It felt thick enough to split you, a mild burning sensation as he thrust into you with a hurried pace.
You clawed into his back, holding him like you needed him as deep as possible despite him already thumping against the back wall of your cervix, sure to be sore tomorrow. "So f-full". You whined, sticky slapping noises from the harsh recoil of your bodies lower halves colliding.
"Atta girl... thaaat's it, taking me so good"...
"Mmm, feels like this pussy was made for me". He mumbled seductive praises into the crook of your neck, licking a stripe all the way from collarbone to earlobe; "Need this for the rest of my life".
"Mmt mmt- can't, we gotta... one night only". You protested, knowing it was for the best.
"Uhnt uh, you done gave me a taste, got me addicted now. You gon let me inside, so I can use you whenever I want". He huffed, using a hand to comb away stubborn hairs sticking to his sweat coated face. "Isn't that right?" He continued, forcefully pounding into you so hard you'd believe he was trying to fuck straight into your womb.
"N-no". You tried holding your ground, but his pace dwindled down becoming uncomfortably slow, still making sure to reach tip to hilt. "Schlatt, please".
"Please what, toots?"
"Faster, can't take it like this- need more". Attempts to grind against him were pointless, he stalled you firmly pinned right where he wanted you.
"Well, that's a damn shame because I can't take leavin' you alone". Biting his own lip so hard he drew blood trying to mask the fact that this was hurting him as much as it hurt you. He began using his thumb to rub against your sensitive area, still swollen and slick from your previous orgasm.
"Please, please you can see me again, promise".
"Not good enough, tell me I can come in, I'll lay you down and fuck you any way you want. Make you keep cumin on my cock til you begging me to quit".
"I-I... fuck!- yes, yes, we can go, you can come inside, please just don't stop". You whimpered, abandoning every boundary you had left.
Schlatt forced the door open so quickly, between the two of you it was bout ready to fly from its hinges. He didn't dare disconnect the two of you, dick still buried deep inside as he carried you throughout your home. It didn't take any direction, he'd been eyeing you through the windows long enough to know the layout. You were too drunk on his touch to question it at this point, resting your head on his shoulder until he made it to your bedroom. Flipping you over and throwing you on the edge of the bed. You caught yourself palm first, lowering your body down more for his access, readying yourself while he swiftly stripped his own clothing. Abruptly, he gripped your neck from behind, pulling your naked body adjacent to his.
He grunted over your shoulder, growling with every desperate thrust. It didn't take long for your body to go limp, overstimulated from his relentlessness. "Gon make you my wife, fill you up with my babies, giveya everything". He babbled on, finding it hard to maintain a steady pace.
"That make you happy, sugar? Just wanna make you happy". His voice getting increasingly shaky as his peak gained on him quicker than he could handle. He overestimated his self control, massaging your nipple with one hand, while the other lie over your stomach holding you steady, feeling your belly bulge.
Fuck.
He really didn't mean to, he'd never hurt you (on purpose) it's just his head being nuzzled into your neck got to be too much; your scent, the warmth of your skin from the blood flushing throughout. He drank you up, still mumbling love letters against you as he caught every bloody drop he could with his tongue, still fucking into you.
"It hurts, fuck, Schlatt-" You couldn't explain it, but the harsh graze of his pointed teeth, the lightheadedness, his feral noises, it all pushed you over the edge once again. You howled out pornographic moans of ecstasy as your pussy pulsated around him.
"I-I'm sorry, baby. Sh sh sh, I ain't mean it". He cooed, only pulling out for a moment to lay you back on your bed, hovering above to get a good look at you. To his surprise, you met his gaze with blissed out giggle, seeing the lower half of his face coated in your blood.
"So fuckin' perfect for me, I'd never hurt you, need you to know that". His lips crashed into yours, transferring the sticky red liquid between the two of you. You both moaned into the metallic tasting kiss, his hips rocking as deep as possible. "Gettin' so close, gonna fill that pussy up".
You held him close, gripping into his soft, umber locks, keeping your legs locked securely around his waist until he burst. Schlatt groaned loudly as your cunt milked every last drop of cum, being sure to do as promised, stuffing you with burning hot seed. He collapsed on top of you, not ready to pull out just yet.
The only sounds left in the air were heavy, satisfied breaths. You reached up, touching the fresh bite marks, wincing. He lifted his head, rolling beside you, gently pecking your collar bone; "m'sorry, sugar, couldn't help myself". He apologized profusely as if he wasn't still savoring the flavor of you on his tongue.
"Think we're gonna need to get a muzzle for next time". You joked, turning your body towards him.
"There's still gon be a next time?" he smiled, picking a leaf out of your curls, you were both coated in all kinds of debris: mud, blood, sweat. It was filthy and you loved it.
"Yessir, I let you in, think I just might be stuck with ya now".
He cleaned you up with a warm rag, bandaging his mistakes before kissing them better. Every night that week he delivered a hand-picked bouquet of flowers in attempts of an apology. He wasn't good at these things, unsure how to fix it, you forgave him days ago, but the gifts weren't letting up.
You smiled to yourself anytime the sky began to darken, knowing he'd soon return to you.