Dracula walked through the hallways, very confused by his father's behavior. Then he felt two hands grab hold of his shirt and drag him into his own bedroom. He turned to see that it was Anna who dragged him in here. "Why Anna, here you are pulling me into my bedroom with your daughter right next door. You naughty girl." He said, pulling her close to him. Then he leaned down for a kiss but before his lips could reach hers her fist connected to his face in a powerful punch. There was a sickening crunch, Anna pulled her fist away, and blood dripped down her knuckles, adding to the blood from her palm. He quickly recovered his wits and noticed that Anna was in excruciating pain. He grabbed her hand and turned it over in his hand, examining it thoroughly, after a few moments he could tell that her hand was broken.
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Anna let Dracula hold her hand so he could heal it but she did not expect what he was going to do next. He turned her hand so the back of it was facing him, and then he kissed it. She was about to protest and pull away, but a sense of relief came as he healed her hand. His lips were like satin as he brushed them against her hand, his fangs lightly grazed her skin, which felt slightly erotic, and then his soft cold tongue tickled and teased her skin as it licked her. She wanted to pull away, wanted to get the heck out of there but couldn't help but feel the urge to stay. Hmmm…. I wonder what that tongue would feel like on the rest of my body…. She thought longingly. "Would you like to find out?" He whispered inquisitively into her skin. In his voice there was a hint of longing of his own. Just as she was about to say yes, finally give in to his twisted game of seduction, she heard the door open. She turned her head to find Gwyneth standing in the door way. "Anna, your daughter was asking for you…. Am I interrupting something?" Gwyneth said watching them suspiciously. "Yes!" He growled lips still on her hand. "No…" She said embarrassedly, and then pulled her hand from his grasp. Then she hurried out the room.
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Dracula eyes flashed with anger as he glared murderously at Gwyneth. "What's wrong?" She said. "She was about to give into me! She was about to sleep with me!" He roared furiously. "Oh, I am so sorry Master. I did not know." She said, apologetically. "It's alright." He said trying to stay calm. Then he walked out of the room so he would not hurt her in a fit of rage.
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Anna walked into her daughter's room and found her lying awake in bed. "Honey, what's wrong?" She asked concerned. "I couldn't sleep. Could you tell me a bedtime story?" Allison said. "Which one?" She asked. "The one with the Princess and the Count!" She said excitedly. "Alright." She said.
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Dracula was walking through the hallways when he found himself in front of Allison's room. He heard Anna talking and decided that he would listen in.
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Anna cuddled up next to Allison in the bed and began the story.
Once upon a time there was a princess, it was her sixteenth birthday, and her father was going to throw a beautiful ball, so she could meet suitors to be her husband. The ball was beautiful. Her violet dress was stunning, and the décor was perfect, but she was still miserable. She liked none of the suitors, they tried too hard to impress her, and they paid too much attention to her status. So she sat alone as the ball started to wind down, she was beginning to lose hope, but then she felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned to find the most handsome man she had ever met, standing behind her. "Would you care to dance?" He asked. "I would love too." She replied. So they laughed and dance together and had a wonderful time. Then before she knew it the ball was over. "Wait! What is your name?" She asked. "My name is Vladislaus." He answered then he leaned down and kissed her. It was the best kiss she had ever had. Then he left. After that night she asked around about him and found out that he was Count. She saw him again many years later but they never discussed that night. The End.
Anna looked over and saw that Allison had fallen asleep. She carefully got out of bed, to have the Count appear in front of her. "You still remember that night, so many years ago." He said, more of a statement than a question. "How could I forget it." She said. "Do you want to pick up where we left off." He asked, hint of desperation in his voice. "No. I really don't feel like doing that, now." She wearily. He sighed desolately. Then she walked away, and back to the bedroom.
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