Pandemonium initially, followed eventially by a totally draining experience.

It's hard to be precise regarding the details of what happened next because everything seemed to be happening at once. Even in the ill lit passageway, I could see that the raven haired woman was greatly distressed by what had just happened. She was tearing her full length black chiffon dress to shreds and wailing inconsolabley. "My blood, my lovely precious blood, all gone" was the gist of what she was screaming. John appeared to be doing the same thing to his hair that the woman was doing to her dress. He too was sobbing in abject misery and kept repeating "I'm sorry auntie, I'm so sorry. Oh fuck, what a mess, Nancy's not normally like this, I don't know what's gotten into her. Look, just for tonight, can you survive without feeding, can't you?"

There was a pleading quality to John's voice and more than a hint of desparation. Anyone hearing him would have thought this was a life and **** situation rather than........than....... I suddenly got the distinct impression that I might be missing a vital piece of information here.

"SHUT THE DOOR, JOHNNY, AND LOCK IT."

The woman's whole demeanour was suddenly changed. She was by now virtually naked as a result of her **** on her bizarre clothing. My eyes had become accustomed to the hallway's poor lighting and I could see that John's aunt was a slim, pale woman in her prime, probably no older than mid to late thirties. However, her voice had dropped an octave and suddenly sounded centuries old. It was a voice possessing overwhelming power and authority. Immediately, John ceased his verbal babbling and obeyed like a well trained servant.....or ****. He robotically went to the front door, closed it, locked it and ominously removed the impressively large mortise key. There clearly was to be no getting out that way.

"BRING YOUR FIANCE THROUGH INTO THE PARLOUR; MY EYES WISH TO FEAST ON HER FIRST."

So saying, this strange woman turned and walked through a doorway into a more brightly lit room. John came up behind me and physically shoved me forward so that I had **** but to follow her. The room we entered was pure 1970's but not well preserved. Everything looked worn and distressed. One thing I noticed in particular was a dust encrusted coffee table with a well thumbed travel brochure on it. It was opened at a page featuring trips to Romania and the Carpathians. Also, there were many lamps in the room providing adequate but totally artificial illumination. The window had been boarded over from the inside. A strange form of torpor seemed to have stolen over me without me noticing. A lethargy so all embracing that I could no longer bring myself to move, speak even think for myself. When John's aunt ordered him to undress me for dinner, I let him. I cooperated fully as if what was happening to me was the most natural thing in the world. His face showed no sign of emotion as he removed my borrowed long-haired brunette wig to reveal my favoured silver blonde bob cut. As soon as I was naked, I was addressed directly for the first time.

"LAY ON THE BED, CHILD."

It was an order I felt compelled to obey. In my apathetic state, I'd not bothered to register that there was a bed taking up a fair amount of space in that not overly large room. Now though, it was all I saw. I climbed onto it and instinctively knew I was required to lie on my back with my arms by my side. I felt strangely at peace as I stared up at the cobwebs on the ceiling. My attention was then lured to the face of the naked female standing by the bed. She was gazing down on me with a hungry expression on her face. Her stare made me suddenly aware of my body's nakedness and vulnerability. This should have unnerved me but instead, it excited me. This strange lady hovering over me seemed transformed into the most beautifully erotic creature I'd ever seen and the close attention she was giving me thrilled me to my very core. As this goddess inspected every inch of me with her eyes, her lips parted in a smile that revealed two long, thin and needle sharp fangs. She wanted me. She was licking her lips in anticipation of me and at that moment, my dearest wish was that she should have me in any way she wished.

Seeing this in my facial expression, my fiance's aunt climbed on to the bed and on top of me. Her skin against mine felt like cool smooth velvet. As she lowered herself fully on to me, I felt the weight and soft mass of her breasts spreading over my own chest. I had never shared my body with a woman before, never wanted to before but now, it was my immediate desire so to do. I suddenly felt more sexualy alive than I'd ever done before. I felt my temperature rising, my vagina moistening and relaxing as a cool female thigh began to rub slowly against its wet outer lips. I felt slim but strong arms encircling me, caressing me. This was sheer bliss. I closed my eyes in pure rapture as I felt this women's passionate desire for me. I shuddered at the thrill of her tongue licking the side of my super-sensitive neck. Then came the electrifying jolt of a sensation as two fangs penetrated my flesh and my new and dearest lover began to noisily gulp down the blood now flowing freely into her ravenous and insatiable mouth. As the vampire fed on me, she moved against me as if in copulation. I found myself automatically responding in kind as the warm tingling sensations in my cunt suddenly erupted into waves of ecstasy that engulfed my entire body. My orgasm was both earthshaking and long. I clung on to my lover with eager arms as the room began to spin and the sound blood being slurped down my divine mistress's gullet seemed to vanish down a deep and echoing well, along win my own ecstatic moans. Then things changed radically. I was suddenly shaking, breathless and terrified as I finally realised that I was, in fact, actually in the process of dying and I didn't really want to.

In shock, I opened my eyes just in time to see a female boob with blood flowing from a deep gash in it's pure soft whiteness. My eyes widened as the breast was lowered over my face as if to smother me. In panic, I opened my mouth in a vain attempt to breathe, but instead of air, it filled with blood that I had to swallow in order to survive. After several mouthfuls had gone down, the breast was lifted from my face and I was able the breathe again, just for a couple of shallow wheezing inhalations.......and then everything went black and stopped.