Her friend Kat from uni had found herself the perfect summer job. She had to house-sit some castle in Romania and take care of the guided tours for English or German tourists there. When she had offered Emma to come stay with her for a week the dead-poor 19 year old student had jumped to the occasion. Budget flights were less than 50 euro and the local transport costs less than a beer in Berlin. So Emma had immediately decided on 2 weeks visiting a terribly romantic castle.
And indeed it was. Towers, moat, hilltop retreat, dungeons, tapestry, fireplaces and the works. During the day they had to share the massive building with the occasional tourist and the local guides but in the evening the girls could dream themselves back to the glory-days of knights and damsels in distress in front of a roaring fire.
Emma praised herself so lucky. Who could have thought her ending up in a big upholstered bed under a fur blanket. She felt asleep surrounded by the scent of lavender coming from the sheets.
Suddenly in her dream she felt cold lips kissing hers, trailing to her neck and then downward to her now bare belly and lower lips. All of a sudden she felt a sharp pinch in her labia and she was suddenly fully awake. Looking around her she saw a handsome face lift itself from her loins. Blood coating his mouth, dark hair falling over his forehead and bloodred eyes staring into hers. "Go back to sleep!" she heard a voice say in her head and she fell backwards on the bed again. Not fully asleep but in a kind of dreamstate.
The now warm lips moved over her breasts and they responded to the touch. Her nipples hard pebbles under his fingers. Somewhere far away in her dream she felt hands move over her secret spot down below. The unknown touch making her want to wiggle and bounce. Suddenly something hard was shoved into her causing a piercing pain as if she was torn in two. Her foggy brain retreating to dark waters hearing a woman moan from far away.
The next morning Kat was grinning. "I believe you had a wet dream. I could hear you stream all the way in my room as if someone fucked your brains out."
"I indeed had a dream but it was so weird. I dreamt of a guy with bloodred eyes."
"Oh my," sighed Kat "Our virgin has read the stories about vampires and was dreaming the Count was screwing her. Maybe we can find you a nice boyfriend here amongst the locals so you do not have to dream about sex anymore but can have it at last."
Emma joined Kat for a tour around the castle with a busload of old people from Brighton. Kat was telling about how this castle had once belonged to the ruler of the area who as a child had been a hostage in Turkey and as a grown man had managed to keep the Turks out of his land by ruling with an iron hand impaling his enemies on sticks.
Kat told the fascinated old birds that already during his life rumours had started that the count had been drinking the blood of virgins. She came upon a painting in the hall of a handsome and muscular man and Kat explained that was the count. Emma thought she must have seen this painting walking around on her own yesterday as this man did look a bit like the man she had had that wild dream of.
In the evening Kat took Emma to a local pub where they found the old birds sitting in a corner backing them to join for a drink. Well a free drink is a free drink for a student even if your pals are ladies as old as your granny and sporting dentures.
The locals spotted an opportunity to sell some trinkets. "Are you two virgins, girls?" a toothless witch asked. She waved around garlic bulbs telling them those would ward off the vampires and keep them safe. Insisting that all the virgins had them in their beds as the vampires still prayed upon the local girls for blood and her cousin once removed had been killed by the count himself.
Emma thought the garlic bulb was smelling as if it had been dipped in a sewer. She never hated garlic so wondered what the harpy had done with them. Nausea was making her head spin and she felt the need to throw up. Trying to reach a toilet she stumbled and then threw up all over the pubfloor.
"That friend of yours seems to hate garlic as much as a vampire." said the old woman looking weirdly towards Emma. The atmosphere in the pub made a nosedive for the worst with the locals staring at them with distrust on their faces. "Come Emma let's go." urged Kat. "I do not like the look on their faces. Stupid yokels. Have they never seen a girl get drunk and throw up?"
The girls went back to the castle and although Emma had felt fine again the moment they had left the pub Kat had declared that she had to go to bed on time.
So Emma had to turn to reading a book as sleep refused to come. All of a sudden she realised someone was standing in front of the fireplace. His face still as handsome as the night before, his black hair falling over his brow, his eyes now black. He looked old fashioned in riding boots and trousers and a local folklore shirt, a long cape hanging from his shoulders.
"You!" she whispered.
