Sleeping, or rather the try to, soon had become pointless. Sliver hugged the pillow cose to his chest, chasing off the thoughts on what he had dreamed about. It had gotten worse again. He couldn't sleep more than five hours, and it would become less still. But in the time he was sleeping, he always wished he wouldn't, as again, the dream about killing had reoccured.

Stroking the fabric of the pillow a little, Sliver did his best to ignore the still searing pain in his back. The wounds had closed already, but the burning had lasted. Strange how fast it had healed, though. It made him feel hungry again, so a little snack in the kitchen would be inevitable.

Sliver carried the pillow in his arm like a soft toy, the strange need of having something to cuddle close having risen inside him. How much stranger could it all become? After all, he just had awoken from a rather unsettling nightmare, and the first things he wanted were fruits of all sorts and a plushie.

Snickering to himself, Sliver idly stated he actually was rather crazy. Plus, the dreams had been mere nightmares, and certainly not reality. So why even bothering about them? He stretched a little, just how far he could go without making his back hurt like Hell. So he was crazy, there was nothing wrong about it. Not yet, that was.

As soon as he had satisfied his hunger, Sliver began to wander about the mansion. The pillow still close to his chest, he asked himself if there was any chance he would escape all this insanity and go back to a normal life. But then again, there was no need to do so. Doom treated him good (sometimes at least), and he didn't have to fear any other vampire hunting him down. In other words, it was Heaven. With quite some aspects from Hell, but still Heaven.

As he came to his room again, Sliver flopped down on the bed again and asked himself why he wasn't breaking any of those rules Doom had set up. After all, there was no chance the vampire could tell wether he had been good or not, if he watched out to not leave any evidence behind.

Right now, there was just one rule he wanted to break, and that was the 'No masturbating' rule. Sliver felt a little lonely, and needy indeed. Doom wasn't here; the vampire wouldn't have cared anyways as Sliver still was too beaten up to really have sex with. So he leaned back into the sheets and got a little more comfortable. If Doom would have known...

He took it with delight, stroking himself with just light touches. Doom never would have done that really, as the vampire always dominated him - without being gentle or really caring about getting him off. Sliver shook his head a little, chasing Doom away from his thoughts. He wanted to enjoy, not develop a bad conscience.

It wasn't long until he felt this certain pressure inside his body, making him want it badly. Having been forced to hold back that long wasn't the healthiest thing, and now, the mere thought of finally getting rid of this pressure almost was too much for him. Sliver bit down on his lower lip and began rubbing on himself. Not for very much longer...

Doom certainly would have like to watch Sliver, as the human moaned and squirmed on top of the bed in a way which would have caused massive nosebleeds and maybe some own growing troubles to hold back and not interrupt the display. But as Sliver was all on his own and not expecting Doom to return any time soon, he could do as he pleased. Which meant he could break any of those 'rules' the vampire had set up.

Sliver's mouth fell open in a silent scream as he finally released, feeling the warm fluid spreading across his stomach and chest. Panting a little, he lay there, not caring for the semen slowly dripping down on the sheets. After all, Doom didn't really care for those stains... So he guessed it didn't matter.

After a while, Sliver got up and into the bathroom. Carefully slipping out of his leather stuff, he turned on the shower and stood under the warm water for several minutes. It was relaxing and just the right thing after such a screwed up day, so he didn't worry about anything now. After all, he was here all alone. What could possibly happen?

As he had finished cleaning himself off, Sliver slightly rubbed his neck, having closed his eyes in content. That was just the right thing, wonderful indeed... Again he stretched, and this time, it already was a lot easier again. Incredible how fast his body recovered lately... But he guessed it was the vampire's influence. After all, he had been bitten by Doom several times now.

And still, it couldn't quite explain all of the changes he felt since some time. Or how would vampire venom and dreams of killing them match? Not to talk about those strange thoughts invading his mind whenever he felt that almost otherworldly cool touch. Something was wrong with him... And he couldn't tell what it was.