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Chapter 2; The first Bride
Anne was heading to her small apartment reluctantly. She had just been dumped by her boyfriend. Well, it was more the-guy-she-whished-to-be-involved-with. Se knew she had no chance with that man for he was more interested with girls who had huge breasts and a brain as big as a bird. Her body wasn't bad at all, but what disturbed the men was her strong-head, she was a spitfire when it came to her that the others was wrong about something and she knew the true answer.
She didn't wanted to get back to her stinking, small and cold flat. She was upset. Not that Gregory's rejection had something to do with that, she didn't loved him anyway, it was more the bitter feeling of being alone all the time. When she asked Greg to go out with her, it was a only because she wanted to experience life and have some company. It wasn't a matter of sex, for now, she didn't had it in mind, even if she was 20 years old and still a virgin, while most of the girls she knew had already had sexual experiences. So she had approached Gregory, for he was the only guy she knew and tonight, she realised she didn't knew him that well. The moment he had told her that he didn't wanted a girlfriend at the moment, he went to another girl. The type of chick that could easily be the double of Pamela Anderson or another blond of that type. A bimbo!
Anne was much more different. Her hair was dark brown, waving down her lower back. Her eyes was a deep brown, sometime appearing black. She wasn't tall, but she wasn't small ether. Five foot six, it's not what we could call dwarfish. She was totally ordinary, besides of what was in her head.
She felt lost, alone. England wasn't her country. Oh it was wonderful, beautiful, but she would never feel at home. She had grown in Quebec, but when her mother died, she had been forced to live with her drunk father and since he had passed out too, she was struggling to stay alive. She would never see her native country again.
Dracula was wandering in the trough the streets of London, trying to find the perfect meal since he had been awaken. He had a glimpse of this time, twenty years ago, but now that he looked closer to it, he found it quite arousing, exiting in many ways. There was "food" every where. And if you wanted a woman, you just had to ask and there was one in front of you, waiting to be satisfied, or more important, bitten.
After three hours, he found a man, banging a blond in a back alley. Two for the price of one. It was almost too easy for his taste. The two lovers didn't had time to breath that the dark lord was already behind the man. The woman screamed but Dracula made her stop with only a simple glance at her, while finishing his meal and she instantly stopped.
Oddly, seeing the guy who had just screw her being killed, didn't get her attention, for it was on the dark beauty just behind him. She wanted him, right here, right now. She would probably die if he didn't kiss her. The thought that she was going to die any way never crossed her mind.
She was totally lost when he left the dead body of the other man fall down. He slowly walk toward her, looking right into her eyes. As if he had told her what to do, she tilted her head to the right, giving him chamber to kiss her neck. Well, that was what she was thinking. When he bitted down into her flesh, all she felt, was pure bliss, ecstasy. He intend to keep her with him, for a while. Until he gets tired of that kind of woman. He would take pleasure out of her and when he'll be finish, he will turn her into dust.
He had now his first bride. It was tradition for him to have three. 1 is found, 2 remain. Her name was Tina. Though, he knew that some kind of "stage" name.
As she was turning into a vampire, she kept moaning and groaning, which Dracula found irritating. So, he turned his attention toward the street and then, he saw another woman. A much more natural than the one he had just bite. Her long wavy hair floating around her while she was walking. He decide to follow her. For no apparent reason, she was appealing and drawing him to her. He would spy her, for a while…