Vampire uses Halloween to charm, glamour, and hypnotize his victims.
Other than admiring the realistic Dracula costume he wore, no one paid any attention to Count Dracula walking down the street on Halloween. Unlike the other trick or treaters on the sidewalk that mingled and congregated, while going house to house, intent on where he was going, he walked with a purpose. It should have been suspicious that he was walking alone and not meandering with some kid and trick or treating. Maybe they figured he was on his way to a private Halloween party. Definitely, in the way they fearlessly and obliviously walked by him on the same side of the sidewalk, so close that they could reach out and touch him, they never figured he was the real McCoy.
Yet, there's no such thing as a vampire, right? Count Dracula never existed or did he? In reality, having skulked around throughout the centuries, Count Dracula had been here, in your town and, of all places, in your neighborhood all along, while watching Heather for some time now. Enamored with her at first and in love with her now, he knew she worked at Starbucks. That's where he first saw her and, later, when she got off work, he had followed her home to see where she lived and, coincidentally and unbelievably, she lives in your neighborhood, practically right next door to you. Wow! What are the odds of that?
Tonight, Halloween night, all witches night, was the perfect night to formally introduce himself and make his presence known. Not having to change himself into a bat to gain entry, he could walk right up the front walkway and ring her doorbell. Walking around unnoticed, he could slick back his hair, wear his vampire cloak, the one with the starched, raised collar, and even with the pale pallor of his skin, the rouge to his cheeks, and the red lipstick on his lips to give him a bit of color, no one would suspect that he was the one, the only, Count Dracula.
"Mahwah, ha, ha, ha!"
Yet, more than that, after lusting over her for weeks, tonight, Halloween night, was his chance to get Heather alone, finally. Love at first sight or in his case, love at first bite, even though he hasn't bitten her yet, he was taken by her, his first interest in a human in a very long time. He couldn't help himself. With her long, lush, blonde hair and mesmerizing deep, bright, blue eyes, and with a curvaceous, sexy body to match her gorgeous, movie star face, she was so very beautiful. Why she was working behind the counter in a Starbucks in, of all places, your city and your neighborhood, instead of making movies in Hollywood or super modeling in New York, Paris, and Milan, was beyond him. She was someone begging to be taken, cherished, devoured, consumed, and bitten for her blood, and he'd give her all that, just as he gave that to Courtney Love, Lady Gaga, Oprah, J. K. Rowling, and Serena and Venus Williams, if she were his.
As we all know about the Count of Transylvania, focused and driven, never taking no for an answer, he has an addictive personality. For that matter, he has many addictions, blood and women, of course, for two, but coffee, good coffee, is his Achilles heel. Addicted to caffeine, in the way so many of us just cannot awaken without having a hit of our morning brew, he walked in Starbucks to get a cup of coffee. That's when he saw her. As if there was a bright spotlight over her head, she stuck out at Starbucks. As if she was on center stage and the rest of the help was set in black in the background, serfs to service the queen, he only looked, leered, actually, at her. All the other employees and customers literally paled in comparison to her.
When he looked over at the counter and at her, as if having laser sight, especially after having the Lasik surgery he recently had done, which his health insurance package, Vampire Cobra, didn't cover, by the way, he saw only her. The insurance company determined that Lasik surgery was unnecessary cosmetic surgery and was not covered under his policy. Yet, that's another matter, for another time, and for another story, Vampire Cobra, in the Reviews and Essay category of Literotica.
Now that it was Halloween night, the night that the dead come to life and the night that so many eerie happenings go unexplained, tonight was his opportunity to take what will be his forever. Tonight, with a kiss, a hump, and a bite, he'd show Heather that the dark, dead way is the only way to live forever. He was on the way to her house to truly take her in the way that only a vampire can take a beautiful human woman, that is, by controlling her mind, before taking her body and draining her blood.
"Mahwah, ha, ha, ha!"
Before taking such a drastic step in going to her house and revealing that he was not only a vampire but also that he was the Count Dracula, the king of vampires, he tried to get her interested in him. Unfortunately, never able to make the connection with her that he wanted, needed, and so desired, she just wasn't interested in him in that way, in any way, other than as a customer. As if he didn't exist, which technically one could say that he truly didn't exist, since he's been dead for centuries and has no reflection in a mirror, cannot even be photographed, she looked right through him. When she did notice him, she looked at him, as if he was just another middle-aged, horny customer lusting over another young, beautiful, busty blonde woman that he cannot have and will never have.
"Next," she said to him, before giving him a look, as if he was someone to be hated. Nonetheless, as if he was a Wal-Mart customer and she was handing him a carriage at the door, she persevered in her practiced greeting. "Welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you?"
How may you help me? I want to strip you naked and have deep, penetrating sexual intercourse with you, before biting your neck and sucking your blood from your gorgeous body, he imagined saying to her, but didn't.
"I'll have a large, black coffee with extra sugar, please, my dear."
"My dear? No one calls me that, not even my Daddy, even after he's had sex with me," she said looking at him, as if he was a foreigner or an alien. "You're not from around here, are you?"
"No, I'm from Transylvania?"
"Transylvania? Where's that? Is that in Idaho?"
Idaho? His kind of beautiful blonde woman, as dumb as a stump, and too dumb to realize she was already dead, when he'd take her. Oh, yeah, he'd have no resistance from this one.
"It's in Romania?"
"Roman who? Where's that?"
