The view from the enormous windows in the room they stood in, were of an ancient winding driveway, bathed in stone and protected on both sides by a barricade of large oaks. "We are in one of the rooms facing the back of the house," Justin said, walking to one of the windows. Aside from the streaks of moonlight sneaking through the curtains, the room was dark. Princess followed his steps closely.
"This place reminds me of Bat-man's house," she said.
"Wayne Manor?" He asked.
"Huh?"
"Wayne Manor, Bat-man's house..."
"You fucking dork! Don't tell me you read comic books."
"Hey, everybody knows Wayne Manor," Justin protested.
Well I don't!"
"You knew Bat-man's house, that seems pretty dorky to me none the less." he said, palming a white metallic object from a near by bookshelf, and sneaking it into his shirt's pocket.
"What's that? She had been asking a lot of questions tonight for some reason.
"It's nothing, just an old relic someone must have left laying around."
Princess's hand reached for his pocket. "? So, can I take a look at it?" she asked.
If he didn't make a big deal about the object, she might not ask any implicating questions. Hesitantly, he produced the curiosity from its failed hiding place.
"Let me see that!"
Princess's hand immediately dashed for the object. Justin pulled his hand back.
"Careful," he said, "It's extremely sharp."
He cautiously place the glimmering object in her hand. In her palm, Princess held what looked to be a pair of fangs. She studied the object closely, letting it shimmer in the moonlight.
"What's this!" she said, her voice cold, as if she had just discovered some treacherous plot.
"They are my grandfather's fangs." He said.
Princess raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean by your grandfather's fangs? Why does your grandfather need metal fangs?"
Justin hesitated, why did he have to show her the fangs? Now, Princess would undoubtedly want to go home.
"Well, we all sort of have a pair."
"What do you mean!" she said.
Should he tell her now? She would eventually find out anyways. "Well," he said, "Princess, well, don't freak out or anything but, I am--- well--- well--- I am a vampire." There, it was finally out in the open.
"! Oh! So you need toy fangs?"
Justin was a bit confused at her reaction. Perhaps she had not heard him correctly. How typical of her! "Princess, I am a vampire." he said, this time, in a dark tone.
"I new that, you idiot! But why do you have metal fangs?"
How could she know? Nobody knew about his heritage.
"Well?" she asked again.
Justin felt like an idiot. Quickly, he put everything together. They had been dating for some time now, and Princess, had always pestered him about his family, where they had come from, how they had made their money. She even made him hold a rosary once, not to mention giving him a big wet garlic kiss after having a romantic Italian dinner.
"Have some garlic!" she would say to him during the course of that night.
Of course she knew what he was, she had always known. The reason for her ridiculously skimpy outfit now made perfect sense. He was such a fool.
She wore her hair up in a tight long braid, showing her delicious and sensuous neck, her breast, squeezed together in a very low cut shirt. Thigh high boots and the tiniest mini skirt, so tiny he could almost see her--- he could see everything. And, everything she had on was black.
When he asked her if she had dressed up as a vampire, she simply replied "no, not a vampire, a vampire's girlfriend."
"You don't have real fangs?" she asked. The disappointment in her voice was clear.
"Look here! If you are thinking that vampires fly around biting virgins, causing mayhem, and all that trash, you're---- you're mistaken! We've come a long way from those stereotypes and--- and---- I just hope you're not some sick vampire groupie! If you are, I'll tell you right now, it's over; it's all over between us!" Justin stood in the center of the room, clearly offended.
"Settle down asshole. I just want to know what I'm getting into with a guy like you," she said coldly, unmoved by his burst of emotion.
"If you must know, no one uses their own fangs, at least no one has in a billion years; To do so would be just plain barbaric!" He turned from her, a look of disgust on his face.
"So you can't levitate, move objects with your mind? You can't hypnotize people, you are not super strong, you can't turn into a bat, and you can't fly?"
"All that crap you mentioned is just vampire ferry tales!"
"Don't be a jerk! I'm just curious."
Justin turned to face her. She looked disappointed. It looked as if his accusation of Princess being a vampire groupie might have been correct. The idea of having to use metallic fangs, as elegant as they looked, did not seem all that exciting. She had probably fantasized about him being able to tear into her with his own real teeth, sucking her dry, seducing and hypnotizing her so that the next morning, she would not have any recollection of the incident.
"I mean, maybe we're just a bit stronger than most people." He said, but the words seemed to be more for his reassurance than for hers.
*-*-*-*
Princess said nothing. She turned her back to him and looked out of the window. Justin did not move. They stayed like this, silent and defiant, until a strong chill slipped into the room.
"I'm cold, come here and put your arms around me."
Justin glared at her. He walked over and did as he was told. His body was warm. Princess snuggled up against him. She smelled delicious. Her scent was intoxicating.
"Sorry about that outburst---- I just get upset about things like that." Princess remained silent. "You always smell so good, what is the name of that perfume?" Justin asked.
Princess kept her eyes on the moon
. "What are you talking about, I don't wear perfume! They give me allergies!"
Justin stayed quiet. He did not want to irritate her more than he had already. He was pretty annoyed himself, and he was not in the mood for a fight. They stood by the window for some time, looking out at the night sky.
*-*-*-*
"Justin?" Princess asked innocently.
"Yeah?"
"So you don't want to suck my blood?"
He remained quiet.
"I mean, not even a little?"
He answered her with silence. "
That's too bad." She said, "Because I would let you."
Her words made his cock stiffen. He kept his eyes on the moon.
"Mmm," she purred softly.
He tightened his grip around her waist.
"Oooh," she cooed in his ear.
