Author's Note: This is a crossover story involving characters from One Life to Live and Days of Our Lives. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the hit soaps Days of our Lives and One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story.

Also, I'd like to note that I do not own NBC's Days of Our Lives or ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.

I hope you like my story and please don't forget to review...

John McBain and his new bride, Blair Cramer received an invitation to Lawrence Alamain's haunted mansion for a Halloween Party. John planned to wear a Chip and Dale dancer's costume and Blair was going dressed as the Wicked Witch of the West. Blair had purchased some green cold cream to wear on her skin and a slinky black dress and a black pointed hat. She had even bought some black crotchless panties to wear beneath her costume.

"Come on, honey," John said to Blair. "It's time for Larry's party."

"But I can't find my black fishnets," said Blair.

"Here they are," said John. untangling them from the bedpost. "Remember? You tied me up wth them last night."

"Ohhh yeah!" Blair recalled. "I'll put them on, then we can go to the party."

After they were in constume, John and Blair drove over to Lawrence's home in John's shiny police car. It was dark, spooky night and the frigid wind screamed in their ears as the two stepped out into the chilling night air.

"Hello," Aunt Vivian said, answering the door dressed as a hooker. "Do come in." As John and Blair entered, Aunt Vivian admired John's hot ass in his tight silk undies.

"Good evening," spoke Lawrence, escorting them into the living room. Lawrence was dressed as Count Dracula. He had deadly-looking fangs and fake blood dripping down his chin. His long black cape swept the floor as he walked.

"Welcome to my home, my dear," he said, bending down to elegantly kiss Blair's wrist. A dribble of fake blood stained the back of Blair's hand.

"Where is everyone?" she asked.

"Nobody's here yet. You and your husband are our first guests," Lawrence replied.

Just then the doorbell rang with a haunting sound. It was Dr. Carly Manning, dressed as a medieval woman in a long ivory ballgown. "Where's Bo?" Vivian asked the newly-arrived guest.

"He got invited to an orgy over at Marlena's house," answered Carly, her eyes sweeping the room to meet Lawrence's.

"What a shame," spoke Vivian.

"Hello, Katerina," said Lawrence, delicately kissing her wrist. "Tonight promises to be an interesting evening."

Just then Ivan came in, dressed as Igor, Count Dracula's ghoulish assistant. "Ivan, pour our guests some whiskey," Lawrence instructed.

Ivan went to the refreshment stand, pouring five crystal glasses of straight Black Velvet and handed one to all in attendance. He then raised the remainder of the jug to his lips, downing the fiery liquid in seconds.

A strange look overtook Ivan. All of a sudden, he stumbled over the table covered in caviar and pumpkin cupcakes, upsetting the delicacies on the floor.

"Ohhh my," spoke Blair, rushing over to help Ivan to his feet. Grasping both of Blair's delicious breasts, Ivan stood up and proceeded to the punch bowl where he spit up and began to puke. Larry, unaware of what had just happened because he had been in his den admiring Carly's picture, made his way over to the punch bowl where he dipped himself a cup of the red liquid.

Lawrence took a huge swallow of the punch, savoring the flavor on his tongue. "Excellent punch," he said to Vivian, downing the cherry-red liquid in his paper cup. "It makes me feel all warm inside."

"I'm beginning to feel horny," Blair whispered to her husband, reaching down to stroke his immense love-tool through his silk undies when no one was looking.

"Not now, honey," said John. "My God, don't you ever get enough?"

Meanwhile, Lawrence was also pretty horny, because he had gotten a huge erection awhile earlier when he had gazed at Carly's photograph in his den. He gazed at Carly now from across the room and the way that he seemed to devour her with his hazel-green eyes made her increasingly uncomfortable. She knew she had to get out of the room fast and escape his maddening eyes.

"In need to use the restroom. Where is it?" Carly asked Vivian. "That glass of whiskey went straight to my bladder."

"It's upstairs, connected to my nephew's bedroom," replied Aunt Viv.

Carly walked up the staircase and down the hall toward Lawrence's bedroom. She then stepped into the dark bedroom and into the bathroom to urinate. When she switched on the light, she saw photos of herself plastered all over all the walls. In many of the photographs she was totally nude and her large breasts were exposed.

"Ohhh myyy God!" she gasped, as she noticed one photo of Lawrence burying his face in her cleavage.

Carly had just pulled up her panties, when she began to hear erotic moans from the adjacent bedroom. "Ohhhhhhhhhh... Yesssssssssss, Ohhhhhhhh!" were the moans of ecstasy.