Heads up: Misread the prompt and thought it said they can't leave without permission, just saw they also can't enter. We're rolling with only they can't leave.

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Being a vampire sucks, no pun intended. At least it does now; we used to be scary, intimidating creatures of the night. Then there came the fucking 90s and 2000s and writers decided to make us romantic and all, granted I am good looking. I lived and fought wars in the dark ages before becoming a vampire and sent terror throughout the heartlands of countries. Now I'm scared of going to try and catch a meal and here is why: that old tale of having to ask permission to enter an abode is backwards, instead we have to ask permission to leave.

You see, in today's world people get alerted to us coming in most of the time between the ring and doorbell cameras. They wake up and we can't leave until we're told to which sometimes is easy enough, because most rational people tell this intruder to get out, but then you have the weird ones. The one's who obsessed over Interview with a Vampire, Twilight, or God forbid a goth person. Let me tell you a story from about four years ago.

I was in this quaint and cozy town up north and had seen this woman that night who I knew was going to be my target. Yeesh, I sound stalker-ish. Anyways using these powers of stealth and transformation gifted to me by vampirism, I followed her and waited as a crow on a light post for her to go to bed. As soon as I saw the lights go out, it was go time. The dinner bell rang and the persistent hunger was waiting to be appeased. So I slipped into her home. That's when the lights turned on and I froze like a deer in the headlights.

"I knew it!" a feminine declared. My eyes darted to her and then they took in the surrounding decorations I had carelessly ignored. Vampire posters everywhere. She even had a cardboard standee of Edward that one gets at the movies. This woman of thirty something was obsessed with vampires. She was even wearing a Bella Lugosi t-shirt for pajamas.

"Uh, knew what?" I questioned. Her smile turned into a insane smile and eyes widened with a manic glee. "I'm here to uh, rob you! Now that I've been caught, I guess I'll just leave."

"Oh no, you didn't come in like a normal robber would! You flew down in through the chimney! I watched you!"

"Whaaaat? That was just a crow! I came in through your basement!"

"I don't have a basement." I stood there, nervously cupping and rubbing my hands.

"You're right, then I guess you know what I am." I shift my tone, trying to intimidate her with it becoming menacing.

"You're a vampire!" She was not frightened. Hell the smile didn't hardly fall. "I've known your kind existed! And I also know your secret."

Shit.

"You can't leave unless I give you permission."

"No, no, I can leave whenever I want. Like I'm going to do."

"Then go ahead." I walked to the door with confidence and swung it open. The cold air hit my face and I stared outside into the empty street but my legs would not go over the thresh hold. Freedom stood just beyond the opening mocking me. She smiled seductively as she walked forth without fear and softly shut the door in my face. She looked up at me with those radiant brown eyes that I instantly looked away from as she was trying to charm me. "I can't let you leave, Mr. Edward."

"Mister what?" I questioned as I backed away.

"You see, I've been hoping one of you would stop by," she said as she pressed forward after me. "I've been waiting for my Edward Cullen, my Louis, or Vlad and here you are." It was at this point I knew, I fucked up. This woman was a like Meg from Family Guy but worse. She was at least attractive, but that didn't detract from the psycho vibe being put on. "I've read so much, about how when a vampire sires someone they're linked forever."

"Uh no, that's not-"

"You're an awful liar." She again smiled and let out a soft giggle.

"I need to get home really, my vampire wife is going to come looking."

"You're not leaving. Not without me."

Ha, we leave. I transform. She'll never catch up to me!

"Um okay, let's go then!"

"Oh no, I'm not leaving until you turn me. Then will be together forever." That last word echoed in my mind. Forever. I'm five hundred years old. This woman is not who I'd want to spend eternity with. I'd rather let myself die, but death by sunlight is long and tortuous. There was only one thing, I knew to do. With all my power and all my strength, the lights in the room dimmed and I felt my face shift and my teeth change into the nightmarish creature I was.

"Oh! Mood lighting," she exclaimed. I froze, my brow raising as she flipped her long black hair to the side and exposed her neck. "Go for it."

What the fuck. It's either turn her and be stuck with her or be stuck with her in this house with no source of food, except her. I mean I could kill her. That's it! I let my nails elongate to razors and raised my hand, my target being her arteries that were pulsating with blood but she suddenly whipped out something that blinded me.

"Yeah no, that's now how this gonna work," she stated. I knew what she had brought out. It was a crucifix. I shied away down the hall to get away from her. "You have no chance. I know everything about you."

This was indeed a nightmare and I was at Towton seeing men get slaughtered. I quickly scurried into a bathroom and shut the door, locking it. I looked to the shower and above it was a small window. Maybe, just maybe. I opened it and stuck my hand outside to feel it immediately burn like the sun had hit it. The pain was awful and I quickly yanked it back inside. My skin was reddened like that of a sunburn. I saw the doorknob rattling.

"Jokes on you, I got a key!" I heard her leave and then come marching back. The latch turned and the door swung open. She stood there with that same demented smile on her face. "Edward, there's no escape. If you want to leave, you just have to bite me," she stated. "I'm not all bad."

"Lady you're worse than Elizabeth Bathory," I said. "And I knew her personally! And my name is Robert! I don't sparkle!"

"I promise you, we'd be a perfect power couple. Otherwise, I'm going to keep you trapped here and no one will hear you scream."

Well what choice did I have. Bite her and be semi free, or be stuck forever a prisoner. Looking back, I'd have chosen neither and have somehow offed myself. Now here we are. Me and Lucy. Sitting here watching this couple get ready for bed on a light pole. I'm a terrible judge of character as this has shown so maybe, just maybe, these two are vampire hunters.

"Are you ready Edward?" she asked.

"For death, yes."