Just as the sun was fading beneath the horizon, Angelus awoke, thirsty for blood. For over a hundred years, Angelus has lived as a soulless demon, a vampire. Every night he has fed off the blood of mortals to soothe his hunger. But Angelus has grown lonely over the years. His hope is to find a lovely young lady that strikes his fancy, and to sire her, so that the two of them can live together forever.
Angelus got up and went out to hunt. He entered a small tavern and took a seat at the bar. Angelus scanned the room looking for a new face. He always came here first to acquire his meals. After several minutes of glancing around, he was almost ready to give up when his eyes settled on the young woman standing in the corner. Such a marvelous creature he had never seen before. She had long wavy black hair, large hazel eyes, fair skin, and a lovely hourglass figure. He had a feeling that this was the night he'd been waiting for. Angelus approached the maiden and sat down at a table, his chair facing her.
The woman, who quickly noticed his eyes on her, smiled and asked, "So what do you see?"
Amazing, he liked her already. Angelus stood up, took the woman's hand and answered, "Beauty," before kissing it. The woman blushed a little. "And what name goes with this lovely face?" Angelus asked.
"Drusilla," she said.
"Drusilla," he repeated, feeling the way the word felt in his mouth.
"My dear lady," he continued, "would you give me the honor of escorting me back to my place?"
"Whatever for?" she asked, grinning.
"It's a surprise," was his answer, which would surely prove to be a true statement. Not getting such invitations very often, Drusilla accepted. She couldn't help but be interested in what the handsome gentleman had in mind (although she had a pretty good idea).
Angelus and Drusilla arrived back at his apartment. The sky was now a dark shade of blue. The walls of the apartment were a dark, rich shade of red, as was the furniture. "What a lovely place," Drusilla said.
"Why thank you," Angelus replied, "of course, having you here makes it that much lovelier."
Drusilla was reeling from the compliments Angelus was dishing out. He approached her and put his hand on her cheek. "I'd like to know what you taste like," Angelus said. Drusilla knew Angelus was moving ridiculously fast, but she went along with it anyway.
"Well, from where would you like a sample?" she asked, flirtatiously. Angelus responded by reaching under her dress and rubbing her crotch. She gasped. Her breathing increased suddenly, her bosom rising and falling. Angelus was insane with hunger and lust. He tilted her head, and sank his teeth into her neck. Drusilla's mouth opened in a muted scream of pain and surprise. Angelus drank for a few seconds, not to kill her, but to immobilize her somewhat. When he finally let go of her neck, she collapsed in his arms.
"What... what are you?" Drusilla asked, barely audible from blood loss.
"I'm a demon, Drusilla. And tonight, one way or the other, you'll die here."
"No," she whispered, beginning to weep.
