Later that day, Morticia came out of the bathroom wearing her anniversary present for Gomez. Her black and lacy nightgown that only passed halfway down her thighs. Gomez was laying back on the bed, his hands behind his head. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. Morticia smirked.
"What do you think of your present, Bubele?" she asked, watching his muscles tighten. She walked over to the bed, and crawled over to her husband, curling into him. Gomez kissed the nape of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt Gomez smile against her skin, and continue to kiss her most sensitive spot. Morticia gasped, huskily.
"I love my present, Querida. I love anything that comes from you," he whispered, nuzzling against her neck and holding her tightly. Morticia sighed happily, and fell asleep.
Morticia woke up to find it was the middle of the night. It was night in Transylvania. Her heart skipped a beat. She had to see it. She gently wriggled out of Gomez's arms, and put on her black silk nightgown, walking to the balcony door. She opened it, quietly slipping outside, making sure to close it behind her, just as quietly. She looked around, leaning on the balcony railing. It was so dark and quiet. A cold breeze swept by, whipping her hair about her, making her shiver in delight. She loved the cold. The Carpathian Mountains could be seen in the distance. They were beautiful, and topped with snow.
Vlad was hunting when he flew by the resort. The scent of warm blood carried by the wind made him do a double-take. He looked around for the source of the smell, stopping when he saw a flash of white against the darkness. It was a woman standing out on a balcony of the hotel. A tall and slender woman with skin as pale as his own, like she had never walked in sunlight, and long black hair that flowed wildly about her with the wind. He had to have a closer look. His curiosity was overpowering his thirst, at the moment. He stretched out his arms, feeling the change engulf him, and flew up to hang on the tree right next to the balcony.
He could see her clearly, now. She was breathtaking. Her skin was luminous, glowing in the darkness. Her strikingly deep red lips, reminding him of the color of blood, were parted as though she were sighing. Her long black lashes opened to reveal beautiful, sparkling blue eyes. She only wore a black robe, and as she pushed herself forward, her very generous curves were revealed. He could even see a bit of her breasts from inside her robe. Who was this woman, and where had she been all his afterlife?
Vlad was about to attack and make the beautiful woman his bride, when the balcony door opened, and a dark-haired man with a mustache came out, dressed in a matching black robe. The woman didn't react to the sound of the door, and only smiled, closing her eyes, when he wrapped his arms around her.
Whatever blood Vlad had left from the night before boiled at the site of the dratted mortal man holding Vlad's would-be victim and bride. He nearly attacked when, again, something made him hesitate. The woman twisted herself from the man's embrace, moving further down the balcony. Perhaps the man was just a toy? The thought cooled Vlad's blood, and he listened when the woman spoke.
"Not now, Mon Cher. I'm watching Transylvania's beautiful night. It feels so dark and mysterious. Just like home. The weather is divine and the mountains are so beautiful," she purred in a deep, seductive voice that made desire pulse through Vlad's body, even while he was not in human form. He continued to watch the pair, his curiosity building inside him. The man looked as though he wanted nothing more than to ignore the woman and force her to the ground to make passionate love with her, but held his ground, clenching his teeth and making tight fists at his sides. Vlad wondered what on earth kept the man from forcing her to change her mind. Did she really have that amount of control over him? He watched some more.
"You make it very difficult for me, Morticia. When you stand there, so relaxed and vulnerable… I cannot control myself with you, Cara Mia," he professed, desperately. Morticia. What a dark, yet beautiful name. It suited her, well. The woman, Morticia, turned around to face the man, a dark and seductive smile formed on her beautiful lips. She put a hand to his cheek, making it hard for Vlad to stay in his hiding place.
"I know, Gomez. However, we both know I am hardly vulnerable. I promise you I will not deprive you all night. So, behave and have a cigar, or go back inside. Later, Bubele," she purred, smiling as the man's face became more and more tortured, especially when she slid her hand to his chest, and he moaned. Her smile was almost cruel. Vlad was fascinated. What was this woman? She could do this to a man and he somehow holds it all back only because she asked him to? It reminded Vlad of his control over his brides and human slaves. Perhaps…Perhaps she was like him, a vampire. A vampire with a human slave. She could even be a master vampire, like him. He had never known another existed, or could exist, even.
His train of thought was interrupted when the man left Morticia outside, unable to control himself. Vlad saw Morticia's robe had come undone, while she had been torturing the man named Gomez, and nearly fell out of his tree when he saw her nightgown. She tied herself back up, and turned to face the night sky, again. Then, she laughed. Vlad couldn't imagine why, but she seemed to find it all very humorous. What a strange, yet enchanting woman. Vlad stretched a bit, accidently making a squeak. Morticia whipped around and spotted Vlad, quickly. Her laughter stopped, but her smile grew from cruel to what he assumed to be pleased. She walked over and reached a hand out to Vlad, who couldn't move if he wanted to. She brushed a finger along his back, making him shiver. Then, she began to talk to him.
"Hello, my friend. Have you been here the whole time? Hmm… a wild Transylvanian vampire bat. How marvelous. I'll bet you are quite the little bloodsucker, aren't you? I would love to take you home with me, but I couldn't take you away from this beautiful place. You are a very beautiful bat. I've never seen one quite like you," she said, absentmindedly stroking Vlad as she did this. Even though she was talking to him like some stray dog she had found, Vlad could not help but cling to her every word. Especially when she called him beautiful. If he had a heart, he may just have died from hearing those words from that woman's lips. Morticia looked behind her with a sigh.
"I suppose I should go inside. I have tortured poor Gomez enough, today. Though I do want to stay with you a bit longer, I should go. Oh, well. Se la vie. Adieu, mon beau. Mon mignon," she cooed, and left him hanging on the tree, dazed. That woman was amazing. She had to be a vampire. She was too perfect. There was no other explanation. She went inside, and he could just barely see her climb on a black bed, then no more. Vlad flew over to the balcony, turned back to his human form, and put a hand to the glass door partially covered by a thick black curtain. Then, he whispered to the beautiful woman he had just seen that very night, a message she would not receive.
"If you are what I believe you to be, then we are meant to be. I vow I will not stop until you are mine. Until you are bound to me, I will never stop haunting you. You will never be at peace until you kneel before me in surrender. I shall leave you, for now, my dark princess. I will see you soon, in your dreams. Sleep now, Morticia. Sleep…" his whispered, turned from the window, and flew off into the night.