With a Scream

You know it's a bad idea, but it comes out all the same. A bone chilling scream exits your lips and you see Dracula turn to look at you and smile with a still bloody mouth. You slowly back away in horror, picking up speed as he watches you. You don't understand why until you abruptly back into somebody and spin around.

What you had backed into was in fact a who - a hauntingly beautiful woman in this case. She has incredibly long dark hair that reaches down to her waist, features so fine it was almost as if they were carved, and deathly pale skin. She wears a simple white gown, and you inadvertently blush when you realize the gown is semi-translucent as you can see her uncovered breasts and bush. She smiles at you and her ruby red lips part, revealing a pair of fangs, making you back away shaking your head only to be grabbed at from the side. You turn and see a similar woman, this one a blonde, grasping at you with hands capped with long nails that are nearly pitch black in color. You tear your arm away only to be grabbed around the waist and look behind and up to meet a third near identical redheaded woman.

"It's been so long, I could almost feel myself starving sisters." The redhead rasps as you futilely struggle in her grasp. The other two women slowly approach while laughing. "Let's be sure to savor this one as much as we can before she grows cold.". When the two reach you all three open their mouths with a hiss, displaying their fangs. You scream harder, struggling as hard as you can but it's pointless. In quick succession you feel fangs puncture your neck, your right wrist, and your left thigh. It should feel painful, but instead it feels pleasurable. Your screaming trails off into subdued moaning as your vision dims and your consciousness fades...