Henry sighed and kicked a can as he walked down the street. He'd just dropped by Emma's apartment. Normally she was thrilled to see him, absolutely over the moon. Tonight, however, she'd been flushed when she'd answered the door, her hair a mess. She'd mumbled about being in the middle of a project and all but shut the door in his face. He understood that she was busy, but he had kind of hoped to talk to her. Nothing specific, just find out a bit more about her. As he walked, he happened to look up. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.
Emma's bedroom overlooked the street. There was a light on, showing two silhouettes on the curtains. One was definitely Emma, long hair an obvious indicator. The other was a little familiar. Definitely a man. As Henry watched, his eyes bugged as the mysterious man pulled something off over Emma's head, most likely her shirt. The man went for her neck and Henry was sure the man was a vampire. With the curse, anything was possible. Immediately he pulled out his walkie-talkie,
"Emma! Emma, come in!" he said. Emma's form left the window and he heard her pick up breathlessly,
"Hey kid. What is it?"
"Are you okay?" asked Henry cautiously.
"What? Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"It's just that it looked like someone was sucking your blood and it didn't look like he was being gentle about it. Are you okay?" There was a pause. The man in the window had thrown his head back. Maybe the vampire was part were-wolf, baying at the moon. Henry turned to the unresponsive walkie-talkie, "Emma? Emma!"
"No Henry, I'm okay. He was just helping me get off this shirt. It was really tight and I just needed some help. And my neck really hurt, so he had to massage it with his teeth. The ache was really, really deep and hands wouldn't do the job."
"Isn't that a little…weird?" asked Henry.
"No, it's okay. It feels much better now. You better hurry up, kid. You were supposed to be home five minutes ago." Said Emma. Henry glanced at his watch and jumped when he saw she was right.
"Right. We'll talk later about Operation Cobra. 'Bye!" he threw the walkie-talkie in his bag and ran home, all thoughts of the silhouettes on the curtains fleeing his mind.
Emma turned to look at Graham. He wore an evil smile and nothing else. Emma smiled at him over her shoulder, wiggling her barely covered butt at him,
"I believe you were sucking my blood…" He grinned wider and ran over, smothering her with caresses and kisses. Before she was completely lost to the tides of passion, Emma managed to click off the lamp.