Black curtains shimmered with multi-colored glitter hung from the window, drifting lazily as a cool wind invaded my room. I shut the window and sat on my black and white polka-dotted bedspread, picking up a picture of Adrian, my sweetheart. Adrian's face was as pale as a vampire's,with chin-length black hair hanging from his face like a sheer curtain. No duh, Adrian is a vampire. As I look at his picture, his cold, death-grabbing blue eyes stare at me, seeming to taunt me through the frame. I bring the frame to my chest, breathing in and out slowly. I look up and see my image reflecting in my mirror. I stand up and place my hand on the mirror, mesmorized by my beauty. Ever since Adrian turned me into a vampire, my beauty has outshined everyone's, including Adrian's.

Long, dark brown ringlets framed my thin face, making my cheekbones look sharper then what they already are. My dark brown eyes bulged from my face, looking as empty and lonely as I felt. My lips were painted pink from the 'Hello Gorgeous' flamingo-pink lipstick I just applied on. Oh, I forgot to tell you. My name is Vanessa.

Suddenly my cellphone rings, sending a nervous tingle up my spine. I look at the caller ID and it is my sweetheart, my Adrian. "Hello?" I say sweetly. Adrian chuckles softly, "Hello Gorgeous. I can smell you from a mile away and you smell good, like 'Sweet Champagne' by La Belle." I giggled girlishly, "Oh ,Adrian." He groans loudly, "I want you, Vanessa. Please. Just one more time." I bite my lip thoughtfully, "I don't know, honey. Nobody's home with me. I could get dangerous." Adrian sighs lustfully, "Baby, I have a sweet desire to be with you. I love you. Just let me give you what you want." I clear my throat and correct him, "What I deserve." He laughs shakily, "Ok, ok. What you deserve. Let me satisfy you and show you what a real man is like." I smile to myself, sensing an urge of pleasure surge throughout my body, "Get over here now, before I explode." He hangs up immediately and before i know it, a knock echoes through my bedroom door.

I call cautiously, "Who is it?" A sexy, deep voice answers, "Adrian." I hum softly, "One minute." I quickly straighten up my room, lighting a vanilla candle, breathing in the homely scent. I smooth my bed covers and dim the lights, making the scene more romantic. "Come in." I say. Adrian comes in my room and stands before me, pinching a lock of my hair in his fingers. Oh, there's another thing I forgot to tell you reader, us vampires tend to get horny quickly. Adrian is dressed in tight, black leather pants and a black tee with a picture of fangs imprinted on it(the tee shirt). Did I mention that those tight leather pants make his butt look so full. I look down and his member has decided to pitch a tent. I groan, "Not again, Adrian. I am your vampiress, not a blood whore." He says angrily, "I don't normally drink your blood while we have sex, do I? No I don't."