A few years ago, a woman named Tatianna checked into the Royal suite of the Pale Moon Inn. She planned to spend a romantic night together with her husband Raphael, a skilled vampire hunter. He and his comrades left on a five-year crusade, but he promised that he would be back at the inn in exactly five years. She waited for hours, and the longer she waited, the more grim thoughts crept into her head. Tatianna had lightly decorated the floor with red rose petals. A bouquet of red roses sat in a vase on the nightstand. Candles were lit, their dancing lights reflecting gently off of the satin bed sheets. A light, cool breeze wafted its way through the room. Tatianna herself was dressed in a sheer, dark red night gown. A single red rose blossom rested in her hair.

She heard someone knocking at the door.

"It is me, Raphael. I have come for you, my love."

Tatianna rose from the bed and stepped lightly over to the door. As she began to open it, Raphael held it shut.

"Tatianna, keep your eyes closed and do not say a word tonight. I want us to savor my return. We will communicate through our caresses and our moans of pleasure only. My hope is that when you open your eyes after we finish making love, you will then see me as your lover… and not as the horribly scarred creature that I fear I now appear to be…"

"Raphael… you know that I will not judge you by your appearance."

"I wish for this night to be perfect for you. I do not want anything to unsettle you. Promise me that you will not open your eyes, dearest."

"Ok, I promise. But when can I open them?"

"All in due time, love."

Tatianna shut her eyes, opened the door, and immediately felt Raphael against her. She felt his lips on hers and his hands gliding along her silk nightgown. After a few minutes of intense lip service, Raphael pulled away. A cold breeze through the window made her shiver.

"Raph-"

He put his index finger to her lips. She then found her legs being swept out from under her as Raphael picked her up and sat her on the side of the soft bed. She heard footsteps pacing around her. Was he admiring the view? Was he planning his next method of attack? Her toes brushed back and forth along the cold wood floor as she waited for him to take her. Then Raphael was sitting right behind her. Tatianna felt his legs on either side of hers while his head nuzzled her hair. He breathed in the scent of her hair deeply and let out a sigh. His hand were holding her waist, and they slowly slid up to gently caress her breasts. Tatianna gasped with desire at the delicate sensations. One of his hands went down to her pleasurable parts and massaged gently at first, but then faster and faster. She began to shudder and cry out in ecstasy. Her voice reverberated through the room and out the window. Raphael breathed heavily on Tatianna's neck and began to kiss it. The indescribable mix of warm pleasure from Raphael's hand stroking her firmly and the cold shivers from his kisses quickly brought her over the edge. As she began to climax, she suddenly felt two sharp points sinking into her neck. Her body convulsed at the combination of pleasure and pain. Raphael held on to her body tightly as he drank from her. He continued to pleasure her with both hands as he bit down harder and harder. When she realized that Raphael was doing more than just some playful biting, Tatianna made a weak attempt at a struggle, but she was crushed against him by his overwhelming embrace. At his mercy, Tatianna screamed and screamed for what seemed like an eternity, but her ordeal ended quickly. Almost completely drained, Tatianna slumped over on the bed. She was too weak to move, but she managed to open her eyes. Raphael loomed over her, his face twisted, scarred, pale, and feral. She saw her blood smeared all over his mouth and staining his teeth as he smirked. As Tatianna's eyes grew wide and began to glass over, Raphael moved onto her and put his mouth next to her ear.

"I told you not to look."