Eighteen-year-old, Misty Crawford sat on the bench, watching all of her friends dancing and making out to the soft music, wishing she wasn't the school nerd. She was an average looking girl that was always dressed in black and her IQ was almost twice that of any one in school. With the way guys liked a dumb girl with big boobs, Misty was left out in the cold.
Tonight was the big Halloween dance and bonfire, but Misty was alone and sick of it. 'I need a guy to come and swoop me off my feet and end this bull-shit!' she thought with a frown, watching two people just to her right, getting down and dirty. It looked like the guy was trying to ram his dick up the girl and out of her mouth. He was pounding her with no mercy. 'Damn, that's just what I need to see," she thought with a moan and Misty had to get outside.
She rushed out the big double doors and started running towards the lake, but in her need to get out as fast as she could, Misty forgot that she was wearing four-inch, spike heels. She tripped and landed face down on the cool grass with a loud thud.
"Dang it, I best not be messed up! It's still kind of early, more guys could show up and I might actually get lucky!" she said with a giggle and sat up, looking over her black stockings and black miniskirt, making sure they were ok.
Her vampire costume was an outfit Misty wore to school many, many times, but nobody noticed, they said it was a great costume. Misty could see the guys checking out her tiny A cups and there were many sets of eyes going up and down her stockings and petite legs.
"Cool, now for a smoke," she said looking around, making sure nobody was around. She did not want to get busted at a school function for smoking, and get into trouble. She was going to get on the Honor roll again and hoped to be the top student in the state.
EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD, Misty made her way towards the lake and after looking around one last time, she ducked behind some tall bushes and sat down on the grass. She opened her small purse, grabbed her smokes, popped the 'fake' fangs from her mouth and laid them in her purse.
She twirled her tongue a few times, wetting her mouth and lit the cigarette. "Ahhh," she moaned as the warm, soothing smoke rushed into her lungs and her relaxed body. "Why in the heck do guys want dumb chicks? A smart one, like me, could help them get good grades and if they knew how much I wanted to try sucking a cock, I'd be set!" Misty giggled as she thought of sucking a big cock and wondered what it was going to be like. You see, Misty was a true virgin.
She grabbed her pussy, squeezed it and moaned. "Oh God, I'm so freaking horny!" she laughed and lay back to look up at the stars.
Her eyes, covered with thick black eye shadow, her face also covered with white makeup, counted the many tiny glowing stars and Misty said. "I wonder if I'll ever get a guy. I'm going to be the only virgin in college." Misty whispered as her young heart sank and she could feel tears forming in her brown eyes.
She remembered talking with her grandmother. She would always tell Misty, how pretty she was, and how the guys would be chasing after her, but she was still waiting and hoping. "Someday maybe," she yawned and rubbed her eyes. "I best not be tired! I've had enough caffeine to kill a freaking horse!" she laughed, yawned again and saw a light fog starting to form over the lake.
"Oh cool as hell!" she said as the fog lifted from the warm water and it filled the night air. "It's a good night for a sexy vampire or werewolf to come and give me a bite...or two!" Misty giggled as her hands slid up and down her very slender body, thinking of two sharp fangs sinking deep into her neck or getting humped from behind, like she was a dog.
Misty squeezed her small breasts and gently rolled her excited nipples between her fingers. "Mmmm, I need a guy!" she moaned, took the last puff from her cigarette and flicked it in the lake. "Well, I better go back. Maybe some new guys will be there by now." Misty said, but she didn't have any faith. She was doomed to a life of being lonely.
"Hello." EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD, Misty heard come from the fog and a tall, dark man appeared from nowhere.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" she said with fear in her voice as she quickly stepped away from him and Misty's heart raced.
"My name is...for tonight, you may call me, Count," he said with a calming smile, showing his fangs to her and they laughed together.
"Hey there Count, my name is..."
"Misty and I've always admired it," he said with a deep, but relaxing voice, slowly walking towards her. "It's a very sweet and beautiful name," he added and stopped next to her tiny body. "Are you with those unruly young ones?" he asked as his eyes looked over her small body and tantalizing costume. "Why did you want to be a vampire?" he asked.
"I would love to be one. I love there way of life, I just hope they can have sex while they suck a persons neck." Misty giggled and quickly got back on tract. "How on earth did you know my name and yes, I'm with them and my friends will be back any second." Misty quickly said, hoping he believed that she had friends coming to join her soon. She'd hate to end up on one of those TV cop shows and have all of America, looking at her dead carcass and her bare ass.
"I know lots of things, my dear Misty and please, do not be afraid of me. I will not hurt you in any way. I promise," he said with a smile and winked his left eye. "And yes, we can have sex with our hunt. That is what makes it so pleasurable."
Misty heard him and she liked the way he looked, but something was telling her to run like hell and never stop. "I just met you, I'm a girl, I'm always on guard," she replied and watched him smiling at her. "How often do you get to hunt down a pretty girl like me and enjoy sex with her?"
"That you are and I must say...I have not had a lovely young lady like you, in a long time."
"How can you say that I'm lovely, I'm wearing this dumb costume and makeup?" Misty asked as she looked down and thought he must have meant her boobs or legs. He surely didn't think she was lovely.
He smiled again and said. "I also see many things and I think you are very lovely," as he brushed a strand of hair from Misty's right eye and he could smell a wonderful aroma oozing from her young body.
"Well, you're the only man in this town that thinks I am."
"These hillbillies's are so dumb, they could not tell their ass from a bucket of crap, so do not worry about them," he said as he moved closer, hoping that she would relax and trust him.
She didn't want to, but Misty laughed and she accidentally fell against him. "You've got that right!" she laughed a few seconds more and Misty moved a step back. "Do you live here or are you from out of town?" she asked, looking over his thick body and his long coal, black hair.
"I lived here long ago and thought that I would come back to see how things have changed."
She twirled a strand of her hair and wanted another cigarette. This guy was doing something weird to her and Misty felt strange. Not sick or anything like that, it was as if she craved him and they just met. "Want a smoke?" Misty asked, offering the pack to him.
"No thank you, my dear. I do not like anything that pollutes my blood and you should not either. I am sure you have heard this before, but those are very bad for you."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but they seem to calm my nerves and." Misty quickly replied as she lit it and took a big puff. "I like it," she said blowing the smoke from her mouth and up in the night air. "So, where do you live, Count?" she asked and made sure to say 'count' with a fake English accent.
"At this moment in time...I have a large castle three hours south of Bucharest, Hungry. I think you would like it."
"Oh shit, are screwing with me?" Misty asked and she could not fathom living in such an awesome place as Bucharest.
"I would never do such a thing to you," he smiled, took the cigarette from her and tossed it on the ground. "Come, lets dance and enjoy this magical night that only comes once a year," he added and lead the way back to Misty's school friends.
She followed him like a puppet, but it felt good to have a man telling her what she was going to do. "Do you always take charge of your women this way or am I special?" she asked as they walked inside and he made his to the band. He yelled something to the singer and gave him a large roll of money.
Count pulled her to the middle of the floor and he smiled. "I love slow music that a person may understand and dance to. Yes, I am a man that takes charge."
"How much money did you give that guy? It looked like a bundle!" she said as Count pulled her against his tall, manly body and he hugged. "Oh my!" she gasped at his soft and cool touch, wondering why his big hands were so cool, on such a warm October night.
"Not to worry my sweet, I have plenty more of it."
"Cool, you should toss a few bucks my way. I sure could use a new computer. Mine is about to take a big, hairy crap!" Misty said as her arms wrapped around his neck and the next song started. "Oh cool, I like this song, but you hardly hear it anymore," she said into his ear as they started swaying back and forth to the soft beat of the song.
