A vampire.

He was a creature of power and lust. Sagacious and worldly, he had existed since the dawn of civilization. Anywhere that humanity had set foot, he was never too far behind. Not to say that he was ever a follower-- no, that would be downright improper and insulting to one with such namesakes as the Prince of Darkness, the Blood King, or his most popular of monikers: Vlad Dracula.

The mightiest of vampires gazed intently at the sleeping, unknowing human. Perched delicately upon a high branch, he could admire her beauty with ease, observing her curves and her long strands of red hair. Dracula didn't ordinarily care for the brighter hues, but he couldn't help it this time. Her shimmering locks spilled onto the engulfing sand like the blood of a million victims. Quietly, he licked his chops and prepared to descend.

Even if Tara was awake, she wouldn't have noticed her stalker's arrival. Making no more sound than a gentle breeze, the vampire floated down from the tree canopy. His wings receded, his ubiquitous black fur dissipated and his body grew, until again he wore the face and form of an ordinary human.

Approaching silently, the vampire knelt and hung over his target. With his supernatural sense of smell, he picked up the scent of Tara's blood as it circulated inoccuously underneath her smooth, white skin. Feeling playful, he gently grasped one soft, round, beautiful breast. Dracula could feel the warmth, the pungent aroma of Tara's blood pooling into her own supple mounds.

Tara began to stir, moaning just slightly at Dracula's frigid touch. But the vampire was undeterred, creeping his hand south until he reached the woman's panties. There he ran his fingers, up and down, tracing the curve of her warming vagina. He gave one soft press against her clitoris and observed the resulting flood of life liquid into her nether regions. Moments later, he slid his fingers beneath the pink fabric and felt what kind of other liquid was gathering up in the woman's sex. The air became salty and sweet for Dracula, and soon thereafter he was hungry, and in more ways than one.

But then Tara's eyes fluttered open, the sensations becoming far too strong for her to remain asleep. "What's happening?" she asked aloud, amid involuntary moans.