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"Michael," Lisa said. "Michael, come down here! I think you better hear this!"

Michael came down the stairs and saw Lisa watching Access Hollywood. Michael stood behind the couch and watched.

"The latest issue of National Enquirer has reported a rather strange story regarding Michael Jackson. Ray Davidson reported that Michael Jackson believes he's a vampire. Shocking pictures show Michael drinking real actual blood from a bag. National Enquirer are on shelves now."

After the report, they went on to talk about another celebrity. Lisa and Michael were silent for a moment.

"Michael how did they--" Lisa started.

"It's alright, it's alright. My fans know it's just another tabloid rumor. All I have to do is deny it."

"But it's not a rumor. It's true. You are a vampire." Lisa said. "And they are gonna be looking for any evidence to prove it. It's going to be very hard for you to feed that way."

Michael shook his head. "I'm not going to worry about it. As long as I can stop the rumor from going too far, it won't get to that point."

~~~~~~~

That night, Michael went to see Debbie as planned. Both Michael and Debbie set up dates so that Lisa wouldn't know. When Michael arrived, Debbie wore a tank top and a mini skirt. Michael was more than just attracted to her body now, and Debbie knew this. Michael knew what she had in mind.

"Michael, I'm glad to see you again." Debbie told him, smiling.

Michael smiled back. "Yeah, me too."

Debbie kissed him passionately and began to fiddle with the buttons on his black shirt.

"Michael, I know what you are." she said softly.

"It's all rumors." Michael told her and kissed her. Debbie backed away and said, "I know it isn't. It's not just a rumor." She rubbed the bite marks on her neck.

"Michael, I have no problem with who you are. Never have, never will. I give my blood to you, Michael."

Michael nodded. "Are you scared of me? Do you think I'll kill you, or convert you?"

Debbie shook her head. Michael kissed her again, more passionately before. Debbie started to unbutton Michael's shirt. They lay down on the couch. Michael took off Debbie's top and kissed her body. Debbie began to moan with pleasure. Caressing her head, Michael moved his mouth towards her neck but he stopped himself.

"I trust you, Michael." Debbie whispered.

Michael began to drink, but stopped soon to make sure she wasn't hurt. But it didn't stop his craving.

"It's not enough," Michael whispered, continuing to feel her body.

"Take more," Debbie insisted.

"No." Michael said. He entered her body and something very powerful happened between them. It was the combination of an immortal and a human; the powerful verses the weak. Debbie nor Michael had felt anything like it. The division between the darkness and light faded at that moment as their bodies clung to each other. They were one. Michael came home in the morning and took a shower, hoping not to wake Lisa up. As the cold water fell on his body, he thought about what he had done.

Why didn't he care?

Lisa was asleep in the room behind the bathroom wall, not knowing he had made love with his ex-wife, someone he didn't even truly love as much as Lisa.

Why didn't he care?

He didn't feel anything. No guilt. No pleasure. No satisfaction. Nothing.
Blood.
The word suddenly came to his mind again as he got out of the shower. He put a towel around his waist and looked in the mirror.

He felt nothing but his need for blood.