Disclaimer: this imagine is NOT MINE. Credit to the original author, Erin. I got this from Donatella's Head.

Rating: NC-17

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        Micky was running. Running from him again, running from voices, running from the darkness. He didn't know why he had been sent there and why he was being pursued. He knew he had to get away.

He ran on through the dense forest, the trees clawing at his arms trying to hold him against his will, demanding that he stayed within the range of their branches. Fighting too escape he pressed on, his heart beat ringing in his ears and his legs aching with each step. He looked up and saw the tallest tree standing in the middle of the forest, it's long roots spreading across his path.

Micky lost his footing and slipped. Still hearing the thunderous footsteps closing in on him, he tried to stand but the tree had cunningly wrapped it's roots around his ankle. His mouth was dry and his body cold, he tried to scream but no sound would leave his lips. His king was approaching and Micky knew there was no escape, not this time. He felt the chilling hand grasp him around the throat.

"Nooooooo," he called.

* * * * * *

"Mick, hey Mick wake up," said the voice.

Micky blinked open his eyes to see it was Mike. The tears had stained his face and his lips dry and cracked. Micky couldn't comprehend what was happening, he didn't want to accept that what was occurring was only a dream, it was so real.

"It happened again right," said Mike's soothing voice.

"Uh-huh, but it was real Mike, so real. That couldn't have been a nightmare."

"Mick, that's all it was. You gotta snap out of this, it's been over six months now."

Mike had been sympathetic at the beginning but his patience was beginning to wear thin with his lover. Micky was inconsolable after his nightmares and over the last two weeks they had become more frequent. Every night Mike sleep was disturbed by Micky's tortuous cries. He wished he could do something to stop him acting this way but nothing had helped. Mike had even enrolled a specialist to assess the situation, to only come up with a total blank.

"Most people who have nightmares about being pursued are either trying to run from someone that is hurting them or has hurt them." The doctor had explained.

"But Micky has never been hurt, it makes no sense."

"Then the only one who can figure this out, is Micky himself."

That was all Micky had been trying to do without success. He hadn't had a decent night sleep in weeks and it was affecting his mood and persona around the pad. He was quick to anger and irritable all the time. Mike couldn't take much more of it.

"Micky, if something is bothering you, you need to tell me," Mike asked, running his hand lightly through Micky's curly locks.

"Mike, there isn't anything. I just wish I could make it go away but he's after me and he won't rest till he snares me."

"Who?" quizzed Mike, observing that whilst Micky was halfway between sleep and awake, he may give him some clues as to his nightmare visitor.

"Him," was all Micky could answer with before falling back into a restless slumber.

* * * * * *

He was back in the forest. Micky tried to raise his head but he couldn't move. He soon found out why, he was tied to a large circular table made of the strongest oak. Micky tugged at the ropes holding his hands and feet but to no avail. This was something unusual to his dreams, this was new.

"Behold the sacrifice," boomed a voice that seemed to filtrate around the whole forest, as if it came from the trees themselves.

Micky could hear the beat of drums in the distant and began to tremble. He couldn't die, you can't die in a dream can you? He looked around him but the forest was too dense and dark for him to make out if there was anyone nearby.

"Prepare the boy," the voice called again. "On this All Hallows Eve, he will become one of us."

Micky was suddenly surrounded. He couldn't make out faces but he could hear the motions of their feet on the moss ground below him. He wanted to call for help but again no sound came from his throat. The maidens placed their jars down by the side of the table and set to work.

Micky felt himself stripped of his clothes and the maidens began pouring the contents of the jars over his body. As the oil hit his naked flesh, it sent a shiver up his spine. Although not unpleasant was this sensation, Micky was aware that this wasn't going to be the end to his torture. The maidens plied his body from head to toe with their delicate fingers, massaging his worries away and allowing him to become completely relaxed. Just as Micky was beginning to calm down, he heard the voice once more.

"Leave him," it ordered. "He is mine now."

Micky again lifted his head, determined to see who the voice belonged to, but as he did so his eyes were covered with a thick scarf. 'I'm going to die' he thought as the voice came closer. Micky could feel the presence of this powerful beast wash over his helpless body, he wished he could wake up, but what if this was reality?

The presence moved itself down to Micky's groin and began to tease at his cock playfully with it's fingers. Micky dare not breath, his eyes were full of tears that the blindfold was stopping him from shedding.

'Wake up Micky, please wake up,' he kept telling himself over and over.

He felt himself being taken. The presence had closed their mouth around his now semi-aroused cock and was sliding in deep into their throat and back out again. The pressure was mounting inside Micky, he didn't want to be treated this way but something about it was exciting at the same time. Deep again, his cock was thrust into the warm wet mouth, all the time the rest of the forest was silent. Not a word was heard, even the wind had dropped from the trees.

He felt his hips begin to move in time with the unknown mouth clamped around his cock. He couldn't stop himself from coming as the adrenalin surged round his body allowing him to succumb to the act he was now a part of.

"That's always the best way to wake you up," said a familiar voice.

* * * * * *

Micky's eyes weren't covered anymore. He looked up to see the familiar ceiling of his bedroom. He was back home. Mike appeared from under the duvet, his breathing heavy and a satisfied grin on his face.

"You know how much I love doin' that t'ya," he smiled kissing Micky's face.

"Yeah about as much I as love receiving it," answered Micky.

"You ok, shotgun. You were trembling before."

"I'm fine," lied Micky, not wanting to cause his lover anymore pain. "You soon warmed me up."

Mike pulled the cover back over him and Micky and snuggled down next to him. He wanted Micky to feel needed, to feel loved. Mike's own inhabitations were creeping to the service since Micky's nightmares had begun. He began to doubt that maybe he hadn't been supportive as a partner. He often snapped at Micky for his immature behaviour and he would never listen to him when he had a problem.

"Mick?"

"Hmmm," murmured Micky, resting his head on Mike's strong chest.

"Shall we have a party?"

"What for?"

"It's Halloween tomorrow, dummy. We should have a costume party."

Micky froze. It had totally slipped his mind what date it was, then he dreamed returned to him once more. "On All Hallows Eve, he will become one of us."

"Nah, Mike. I'm in no mood for a party, besides no-one will come, it's too short notice."

"I guess you're right. Say we can stay in and watch the horror film on TV. You can hide at the scary parts if ya want."

Mike was desperate to get Micky to snap out of his depression, but little did he know that bringing up the subject of Halloween, was only making Micky worse.

"Sure, Mike. As long as I can stay with you."

"You're with me know ain't ya," replied Mike, kissing his face once more. He knew one way he could take Micky's mind of his nightmares.

"Now," giggled Micky.

"Oh yeah," grinned Mike kissing him again.

Micky tried to relax, he loved Mike and he wanted anything to be close to him. Mike had this way of making him feel so special. His touch sent Micky reeling and his kisses were heaven. Micky pushed his nightmares to the back of his mind and sighed as Mike touched him again, working his magic fingers across his body with the slightest caress of the skin.

Mike rolled Micky onto his side, allow him to pleasure at the tight ass revealed to him. Mike slid himself up besides his lover and gently massaged his ass with his hands, playfully squeezing it to hear Micky cry out in pleasure. Mike ran his tongue down the length of Micky's back and down into the curve of his ass. Micky moaned again, a sure signal that Mike was acting in a manner pleasing to him.

Mike positioned his body parallel to Micky's and began to gentle move building a rhythm as he slowly entered him. Mike smothered Micky's neck in kisses and bites as he pushed a little further inside his lover feeling the tightness within. Although he and Micky had been lovers for almost a year, Mike always got the same sensation when he penetrated Micky, like he was fucking him for the first time. Just that first thrust was enough to send Mike over the edge but he had controlled himself enough to allow him longer inside his prize.

Micky was content, he was always his happiest when he was with Mike, he felt so close to him and he knew that Mike would keep him safe. After a few more thrusts, Mike increased the pace more, Micky grabbed the corner of the bed and closed his eyes, just as he climaxed he heard that voice again.

"All Hallows Eve and you'll be mine," it hissed before fading into the darkness once more.

* * * * * *

Micky was restless, too fearful to sleep but yet to scared to allow the morning to break. He knew once the clock struck midnight that it would be October 31st - Halloween. He hadn't told of Mike his fear of that day, Mike had already guessed after elongated nights of unrest that Micky's nightmares were getting worse and Halloween would only increase Micky's irrational mind.

Micky listened to the sounds around him, trying to concentrate on anything but sleep. He could hear the crashing of the waves against the rocks on the beach and the wind howling against the windows. A storm was brewing and Micky knew what would be coming next. Micky had always been frightened of thunder but now it was more poignant than ever that he would be afraid. The weather in his dreams was always the same, on the cusp of a storm. Just listening to the wind whipping up and the rain beginning to beat down hard, was enough to send Micky trembling under the covers. He pulled himself closer to Mike, feeling the steady rhythm of his chest rising and falling with each breath. This was providing Micky with the kind of comforting sound a baby needs from it's mother. He drew his head close to Mike's chest and soon drifted off into a deep sleep.

* * * * * *

"So you've come back then," a threatening voice said.

"Come back?" answered Micky, finding his voice.

"I have been waiting for your return. You should have been here hours ago."

Micky suddenly realised where he was. Opening his eyes wide, he remembered the room he was in. He had been there before. The figure speaking was hiding in his face in the shadows, although Micky could vaguely make out a profile to the mysterious character. A tall, slender built person, with a hood covering his head was all he could see.

"I'm sorry," said Micky meekly. "I couldn't sleep."

"You didn't want to sleep. You had no desire to come here again, you were afraid." The voice moved across the room but still no clue was given to Micky as to the identity of his captor.

"That maybe true, but why did you send for me, if you knew that."

"It's your destiny, you have been chosen to live the life we give you. An eternal life, of no pain and suffering."

Micky gazed into the darkness anxiously, what was this creature saying? How is it possible to live forever?

"It is possible," answered the voice to Micky's thoughts. "I feel you fear, I read your thoughts, I know everything about you and I need you to become one of us."

Micky looked back aghast at what the voice had said. He didn't want to be one of them, whatever them were, he wanted to be home safe with Mike.

"Please, sir. I don't think I am the person you want."

"Oh, but you are Micky, you are perfect," answered the voice with a laugh building in his throat. He walked into the moonlight to reveal himself to Micky for the first time.

"Holy fuck," gasped Micky, staring at the figure.

"Funny isn't it, the person you'd least expect is always the villain in these scenarios."

Micky couldn't respond, he couldn't move. He was the voice, the voice was his - Never. Micky began to cry, the tears falling fast down his face.

"Oh stop crying, you fucking wimp. So now you know, you're me and I'm you. I see what you see and soon you will just like me."

"You're not me," growled Micky, his tears all but gone.

"My dear Micky, you underestimate your own mind, I am you and I have been sent by my people to convince you to join us."

"I don't understand, if you are me and you are one of them already, why do they need me." Micky was terrified but somehow he was finding an inner strength to question himself.

"I am part of you," he explained. "We need you to complete the circle."

"Circle, I don't understand."

"You don't have to, it's not important for you to now, I have other idea's."

He stepped closer to Micky and slipped his arm stealthy round his waist. He then pressed his lips up against Micky's, sliding his tongue inside his mouth sending a surging warm around Micky's body.

"There, now you know it's you," he grinned, after breaking from the kiss.

"You're fucking sick," spat Micky.

"Now, now don't put yourself down. You can be a lot dirtier than that now can't you."

"You don't know me at all."

"Don't I," he answered, grabbing Micky close once more. He kissed him hard on the mouth again, stopping Micky from struggling by holding his head tightly in place.

Micky was powerless to stop this alter-ego, he had no strength left to fight. He just wished he could wake up. He tried to kick out but he was being held to tightly by the impostor. He felt his body go limp as he was pushed down onto the bed.

He was enjoying every minute of this humiliation, just seeing the real Micky squirm so powerless was the adrenalin rush that he was waiting for. He roughly pulled down Micky's pants and began to fondle his genitals with his hand.

* * * * * *

Mike had been woken by Micky's apparent struggling in his sleep and was now watching with concern at what Micky must be dreaming. The doctor had told Mike not to wake Micky whilst he having one of these nightmares for fear of him suffering from severe shock. Mike observed that Micky was in some kind of distress but whatever was causing him pain was only a dream after all, so Mike lay down and tried to get some sleep.

* * * * * *

Micky hated what was happening to him, the stranger was now slowly running his hand up and down his cock until he had obtained a decent erection to work with.

"Please don't do this," begged Micky.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do," came the reply, still stroking the erect cock gently.

"I don't want you to do anything."

"I don't believe you, besides you never objected before." He slide his hand around the cock and pumped it in and out of his grasp until he felt the wet come between his fingers. He then leant forward and kissed Micky's neck.

Micky sucked in his breath as he felt a sharp pain embedding itself into his skin. He tried to pull away but was held down by his alter-ego. The pain soon faded and all he could feel was numbness, his body began to tremble.

"What is happening to me," said Micky, through chattering teeth.

"You're dying," came the answer. "You're only means of survival are to drink from me and become as I am."

All of a sudden the truth dawned on Micky. His mind was beginning to haze and his breathing was shallow, he knew he didn't have long to live. He could feel his body dying, the numbness spreading down his legs and across his chest.

"You're a vampire," he croaked.

"No, our race came before the vampires emerged from Transylvania. We are the Morlax - people of the undead. We roam the earth feeding on human souls, we need them to keep our race alive. Now drink and you shall live."

Micky placed his lips to the vein of His arm and began to feed. As he drank his body regained it's warmth and his strength returned. He stared at his reflection sitting on the side of the bed, the glimmer of sharp white teeth shining from his dark face.

"Feel better?" he asked.

Micky nodded, in fact he felt better than he had in years. "But wait, if I drank from you, I took your soul. How is that possible?"

"I was sent as a sacrifice, I was the part of you not destined for life. I was needed to entice your soul to our world and I have succeeded but now I must return from whence I came."

"I'm sorry," was all Micky could say.

"Don't be, but take heed. You first kill will be someone you love, once this deed is done, you will have to live alone for hundred years before you are accepted among the Morlax."

"I would never kill someone I love," answered Micky, shocked that he would give himself such a demand.

"You killed me," was the reply. "Goodbye fair Micky and good luck."

* * * * * *

Mike had been unsuccessful in his task of falling asleep and had been watching Micky all this time. He had seen Micky give himself a hand job in his sleep and Mike had been secretly turned on by this achievement. Now Micky was stirring and Mike was planning on taking full advantage of his new found energy.

"Mornin' Micky," he smiled at the face staring back at him.

"Mike, but I don't............" he flustered until Mike stopped him with a kiss.

"Sshh, don't talk now," he said slipping his hand below the covers.

"Wait, I need to check something first," exclaimed Micky, jumping up from the bed and staring at his reflection in the mirror. The marks on his neck had faded but where still reminiscent. He had remembered the words he had told himself 'You will kill someone you love' - Mike.

"You ok Mick? You acting kinda strange, I mean stranger than usual."

"Stay away from me Mike. I'm dangerous, I don't wanna hurt you."

Mike started to laugh. "You dangerous, come on." He stepped forward but Micky moved away. "Micky, please it was just a dream, I want you. Please come here."

Micky could hear the love in his voice, maybe the dream had got it wrong, although he wasn't entirely convinced. However, he did still feel the same, nothing had changed within him. He fell into Mike's arms as they lay down on the bed.

Mike wanted a straight fuck with no complications. After witnessing Micky's bedtime behaviour he was ready for some action of his own. He lay on top of his lover and raised his knees off the ground. Staring deep into Micky's eyes he rammed his member deep inside Micky's ass and began to thrust hard. Mike wanted some rough sex and that was exactly what he was getting.

Inside Micky was beginning to heat up, his skin felt tight and his face flushed. Micky didn't know quite was happening to senses were on fire and his appetite was ravenous. Micky could see Mike's neck veins throbbing with each thrust, he couldn't help himself. Micky gripped his hands tightly round Mike's neck and sunk his teeth into the flesh.

"You're getting a bit adventurous," panted Mike, as Micky sucked hungrily on his neck. "Hey Mick, that's enough now man, you're hurting me. Micky stop it........Micky!!!!!!"

* * * * * *

Silence. All that could be heard were the faint sobs from the boy crouched on the floor, his arms wrapped around his legs pulling them up to his chest. The dead body of his lover and friend lay still on the bed beside him. Micky knew he was to spend the next hundred years alone, feeding off the innocent passer by's who may be foolish enough to explore the abandoned beach house. He was one of them now.