A.N. When Liz becomes a vampire (which may or may not happen in this chapter you just have to read to find out) she will be able to go out in daylight, however Dracula himself cannot. The reason for her being able to go out in daylight is because in Bram Stokers Dracula he was able to go out in sunlight, but instead of Dracula being able to go out in the sun it's just going to be that he carries the gene so whoever he changes has the possibility of being able to go in the sun or not. And Liz will be able too. Sorry if that was long and confusing but I couldn't seem to make it any shorter.

Also this part has a slight NC-17 section.

Part 2

Liz rolls her neck side to side relieving some of the tension that has gathered at the top of her spinal column. The hot water from her bath helped a lot. Taking the pink sponge like ball that was resting on the floor she dunks it into the water and drenches it. Next she takes the Vanilla bath soap and lathers it into the sponge making it all soapy.

Lifting her left leg up in the air she rubs the delicious smelling soap deep into her skin, repeating the same motion for her right leg. Gradually she moves up her body and scrubs her arms rather hard; it's almost like she's trying to get Max's touch off her.

After washing the rest of her body Liz stands up and the water trickles down her naked form. Grabbing a hold of the bar on the side of her tub she eases out and wraps herself in her light blue terry cloth bathrobe. She walks up to the mirror and looks at herself, thinking how could she have gotten suckered by Max, did she look like someone who could get conned by a guy? She used to think no, but now she wasn't so sure. It's obvious that she can be bamboozled since she was by Max.

What would she do when she saw him tomorrow, at school, at the Crash—should she just walk away pretend that she doesn't see him? Maybe it would be better to confront him just get it all out in the open and tell him that it's over? This guessing game is pointless, she knows she'll just decide the last minute before seeing him what she'll do.

Taking her toothbrush she squeezes some toothpaste out of the tube and begins to brush her teeth. The dentist told her about 4 months ago that she needed to work on that a little bit. She only used to brush once a day, and twice if she had a date that night, but the dentist had advised her to brush twice a day everyday instead of just before a date. So she's been following his orders for 4 months and has another appointment with him 2 months.

She finishes her brushing, flossing, and the scrubbing of her face. Slowly she shuffles out of the bathroom still feeling the same way she was before she got into the bathtub. Granted some of the tension was gone, but she doubted that a bath would take away her problems and hurt feelings.

Moving her head down to lift the hair out from her bathrobe she walks out to her room. The moment she enters her room she feels like she's not alone. She lifts her head back up, her hair still in her hands, standing before her is dark eyed god with his hair dripping wet and his shirt sticking to his body outlining his perfect chest.

Shaking her head and dropping her hair she stares up at this god that is in her room looking so virile and handsome that she can't help but feel the urge to throw him on the bed, get on top of him and ride him hard. Wait—wait, she tells herself, this isn't right, she shouldn't be feeling this way about a stranger who, shouldn't be in her room.

"Who are you?" Liz swallows hard past the lump in her throat, watching his muscles clench and move under his sopping clinging clothes. The smirk that he gives her causes a flutter in her belly; this man just screams sex—even when he seems likes he's not try to be sexy.

"You know who I am." He whispers softly and seductively. She has to know who he is—after all he read her journal one night when she left it out on the balcony. Liz had clearly written that she was having dreams of a dark stranger. He read how vivid certain portions of her dreams were she wrote about some kills that he made—some of the women he pleasured. Liz even wrote that she found it odd that she would be dreaming about this stranger pleasuring other women.

"No, no I don't." Liz worked to sound convincing but it doesn't come out that way. "Really I don't."

"Yes you do my darling. I've been dreaming about you for years—and you have been dreaming about me. I knew when you looked at me the way you did." Dracula didn't mention that he read her journal, he had a feeling that she wouldn't like that since it happened once before with that Michael character.

"Ok, maybe I do know who you are—but that doesn't give you the right to come into my home and—" Her voice fades as he inches closer to her invading her personal bubble. But it almost seems natural for him to be invading her space; it doesn't really feel like he's intruding on anything. Whenever Max got to close she felt it and wanted to push him away.

"And what? Cause these feelings? These desires?" He leans in moving to kiss her supple lips; she even begins to close the distance between them with her mouth and body until he's only a millimeter away. When suddenly Liz pulls away from him and shakes her head trying to deny her passions that are he knows are burning inside of her.

Liz turns away from the man who invaded her bedroom. Scrubbing her hands over her face she lets out a frustrated growl. She stares up at the ceiling like it would hold the answer to her silent questions, but alas it doesn't answer a single question.

Determined to not have this dark god—she shakes her head again, no, don't think of him as a god, think of him as an intruder. An intruder in your home, your room—your fantasies. She clenches her hands into fists irritated at herself that she can't just stop thinking about this man and the fact that he has a gorgeous face, hard, rippled muscles, hair that just begged to be touched have her fingers thread through. Dammit even those powerful legs and arms that could hold her in place as he pounded her against a wall and make her come screaming his name.

Her eyes go wide at that last thought that crossed her quickly turning wicked mind. It's not like she's never had those kinds of thoughts before; of course she's had those thoughts she's a normal teenage girl who has sexual desires just like everyone else. But never before with a man that she caught in her room. Having those kinds of thoughts about Max, Michael, some stranger walking on the street, hell even Kyle, was normal for her, but not once about a prowler that was currently in her room.

Liz almost forgot that this man was in the room with her, that is until she felt those strong arms that she was just thinking about wrap around her tiny body. "What are you doing?" She stiffens in his grasp and prepares for the worst—whatever that may be.

"You seem confused, as to why I am here." He purrs close to her ear nipping lightly on the fleshy skin of her lobe.

She gasps at his cool lips touching her sensitive skin. "Tonight I have come for you. I've been dreaming of you and it's time for you to become mine." His lips rove down to her neck where she feels his teeth that seem surprisingly long scrape against the slender column of her throat.

While his mouth loves her neck his hands are busy untying her robe, the belt falls to the floor with hardly a whisper. Liz doesn't notice, her concentration is on his lips that reeking havoc on her beating pulse. The flaps to her robe fall loosely open his eyes stray to the opening and he's captivated by her small body that's just begging to be touched by him.

He runs a cool hand down her flat stomach slowly inching toward her smooth glistening lips. Liz's mouth falls open in anticipation she knows what's to come and she knows she should be stopping him but she doesn't want too. Quite the opposite she wants this dark stranger to do whatever he wants to her body.

Dracula reading her thoughts loud and clear smirks evilly. "Your wish is my command darling." He slides his finger down the dampness of her cleft as though she was his personal property that he could do with what he liked.

Her breath comes out shaky. "Uhh, yes," she can hardly believe that she is letting this happen. If someone had asked her yesterday if she would let a dark haired god touch her pussy after only knowing him for five minutes she would have laughed in his or her face and continued on her way. But seeing this man it's no wonder she lets him touch her like this.

Gently probing her pliant flesh, he stroked the sleek border of her labia, glancing up at her face for a brief moment to gauge her reaction to his loving. Her luscious lips are parted sensually in silent satisfaction, her gorgeous face is flushed as her body temperature rises.

"That's it darling, lose yourself." His deep accent sends shivers up her body. This can't be for real, she thinks this has to be a dream, a very delicious dream.

"No sweet child, it's not a dream. This is reality." Dracula's fangs grow elongate and become sharper, tonight he's going to turn her into a creature of the night like himself. As he inches his incisors closer to her slim neck his finger is slowly penetrating Liz's tight canal.

"Dracula!" A surprised, but pleased gasp escapes from Liz's throat; her head falls back against Dracula's shoulder, she has enough brain power left to wonder how she knows his name when he has yet to tell her.

"You are so wet for me darling," she instinctively begins to ride his hand, her pelvis rocking against his palm. "So beautiful."

The vampire scrapes the sensitive skin at her neck and leisurely sinks his teeth into the column of her throat where her pulse is beating quickly from the pleasure that she is enduring. He only manages to get one deep gulp of blood before there's a knock on Liz's door.

Automatically Dracula places his hand over Liz's mouth; startled she accidentally bites down on his palm and small trickles of his blood seep into her mouth. Surprisingly his blood tastes sweet, almost like a chocolate kind of sweet but also not. Swallowing the blood she feels the coolness run past her tongue and down into her throat.

He disengages his finger from her passage loving how Liz moaned her displeasure at the loss and whispers low in her ear. "I'll be back tomorrow night my love. Don't tell anyone about me."

And just as quickly as he came into her life he was gone. The knocks at her door become louder, "Liz? Are you alright?"

"Yea dad, I'm fine." Liz closes her robe and breathes out working to control her ragged breathing.

"Are you sure?" He continues to speak through the door. "I thought I heard you cry out."

Liz opens the door to find the face of her worried father. "I just stubbed my toe, I'm fine, really dad."

"What's that on your neck?" Jeff Parker notices the bite mark the looks more like a bruise on his daughter's neck.

"That's a hickey dad." She might as well tell as much of the truth as she can. Not to mention Liz knows that talking about her love life is a good way for her father to quickly leave.

Blushing slightly, her father stammers saying a quick goodbye and goes back into the living room, with her mother to finish watching their movie.

Closing the door she leans her forehead against it. The cool feeling of the wood calming her heated body down. Turning her gaze toward the open window she can't help but wonder what tomorrow night has in store for her.

Changing for bed she closes her window, staring out it for a second longer than normal. On cloud nine she glides over to her bed lifting the covers she crawls in cuddling her face into her pillow wishing it was—Dracula—for the first time that evening she realizes the significance of that name.

Sitting up she places her head in her hands and lets out a frustrated moan. She has the hots for Dracula and he is like the king of vampires. All this time she thought that he was just fictional character in Bram Stoker's novel. Well, if aliens are real that why shouldn't vampire's be real. Knowing that she has a lot to think about she turns off the lights and lays down, she'll do her thinking tomorrow when it's a new day and she doesn't have so many emotions beating at her heart and soul.

TBC