"Fall asleep Erik. . ." Christine murmured. It had been months since they had so much as seen each other, and each felt the need for some sory of physical contact. They had agreed to meet in Erik's underground haven, to satisfy their needs for each other's affections.
Erik moaned, clearly only half conscious now. It wouldn't be long. Soon she would have him. As she stroked his jet black hair, at least somewhat affectionately, she hummed an aria from "Don uan Triumphant."
Erik's dark personality seemed to suit her in some odd way. Ever since she had first met him, Christine had considered herself and Erik kindred spirits.
He had fallen prey to Christine's charms. Satan watched the scene before him from an upper corner of the dark room with interest.
"Sly Christine," he whispered to himself. "You just couldn't keep away from him. . ."
Christine's tongue caressed Erik's neck. Two of her teeth, each ending in jagged points, peirced his flesh and found veins full of blood ready to release their contents.
"Let's see how this tale unfolds," Satan murmured. He was pleased with himself for having created this circumstance.
Christine spat in distaste. Erik's blood was not that of a human being, it was that of a vampire!
Christine hastily dressed herself and left Erik alone in the darkness of his lair. She pushed the small boat from the edge of the icy waters of the lake, hoping she could get out in time.
He will take his revenge, she thought. All vampires have their sweet revenge!
Erik's black blood drained from his neck, and as we awoke, Christine was far from the dark room; a dark room haunted by a vampire. And Satan.