Author's Note: Yeah, I have like 3 other stories up but I promise to get to those. I'm going to spend most of the weekend updating.

This story was done on request by Aspiring Actress. I haven't decided who's going to play Dracula but I think we all can figure out who it's going to be, lol.

This story will contain mature subject matter including, but not limited to: violence to women, supernatural themes, possible drug use, and sexual content.


She was in ecstasy. My god, he's an animal! Her body rose off the bed as he spread her legs further apart. His tongue delved deeper into her core, sending her higher than she's ever felt.

Christy Hemme was out with her girlfriends at the bar when a tall and dark man approached them. He offered to buy her and her friends drinks and of course, they didn't refuse. The women surrounded him, wanting to get to know the mystery man. He was charming, intelligent, and beautiful. He had a smile that drew women in. His charm was infectious. And his body was begging to be explored on a nightly basis.

He immediately took a liking to Christy. She was cute, spunky, and had a lot of energy to burn. Good, I like that. It'll come in handy later. Soon, the pair were inseparable and never left each other's side throughout the night. Deciding that it has been way too long since she's had sex and her man of choice was a nice cool drink on a summer day, Christy readily accepted his self-invite back to her place.

And boy was she glad she let him in. In every imaginable position.

He was muscular, he was incredible and the way his tongue moved made her feel that her body was made just for him. He moved inside her with such voracity yet he was gentle. He challenged her to try new things and say dirty words and she stood up to the plate. She never felt so alive and emotional in any of her sexual experiences. And her lover that night made her feel like she was on top of the world.

For the second time that night, he was generous with his tongue and dived into her heat yet again. She thought she was too sore to accommodate him, but no wasn't an answer. Pulling her thighs closer to his face, he parted her folds and pleasured her again. While he loved to pleasure women, he also had a serious ulterior motive this night.

Just when Christy was about to climax, his fangs appeared and he sunk them into her right thigh, draining her life. As Christy screamed in pleasure, she didn't notice that she was slowly dying.

Her screams turned into breathless sighs and then she was quiet. Feeling her warm body and her pulse was nonexistent, he knew he was done with his prey. He covered her up with the sheets and closed her eyes. An angel. Perfect for heaven. He finished getting dressed and made sure there were no blood stains on his face.

He turned around and stared at her one last time. She wasn't the first nor would she be the last.