Dolores Dracul was not your average young woman. That was because she was two centuries old. Daughter of the famed Count Dracula, she possessed the ability to fly, shape shift and influence minds, although she was still working on that last one, her natural charm and sex appeal usually won people over. She also had a thing for older men and, while she still liked guys her age (both physically and literally), since she was centuries old she didn't usually go for guys outside of the supernatural community. Luckily, when it came to girls, she preferred them to be physically more her age, so twenty-somethings and late teens.
She wasn't born a vampire, her mother was immortalised by her father after her conception, so she had her dad bite her at a relatively young age. She was in her early twenties forever now, which suited her just fine, more people were into her at this age. Her mother and father were still together, surprising for a centuries old relationship. There had been several Countess Draculs over the years, but they had been together the longest. A "Morticia and Gomez Adams relationship" is what Frankenstein's Monster (from here on we'll just call him Frank) had called it.
They shared the features of the classic vampires, long teeth, pale skin, hair as black as night. They were thin, tall and imposing, and they knew they were better than everyone else. But there was still something that bothered Dolores. It was just so boring. She was a thrill seeker, she liked trying new and interesting things and getting away with all kinds of mischief. One of the reasons she lusted over older men was that it was considered so taboo. So when she was brought to a ball for monsters one night she could barely contain herself. She would've been one of the youngest there, almost everybody else being several centuries old.
Frank's daughter was there though, she was about Dolores' age, a little younger maybe. Frank and his Bride had made her after seeing how well Dolores had turned out. She was a polite, if a little shy, girl. Unlike her parents, who were large and dominant in social situations. No matter where they went, her parents attracted attention. She, however, was small and preferred not to be noticed. She also wasn't as patchwork as them. Her top half was taken from a medical school cadaver supply, so it wasn't just stitched together body parts, it was half an entire body. While her bottom half was made of pieces taken from recent graves.
At the party Dolores automatically gravitated towards her, they were good friends and they had been very close for a long time. Her black hair swayed from side to side as she approached the smaller girl. Her dress, the colour of blood, moved with her legs as she took long strides, her heels clacking against the marble floor.
"Hey boo." She said, leaning against the wall next to her friend.
"Hi." Replied the girl shyly.
They didn't talk much, thirty percent of their relationship would've actually just been sex, friends with benefits was one of Dolores' favorite arrangements. They stood together in silence for a while, watching the people go by. Dolores had plenty of opportunity to check out all the older monster men as they passed her, dancing to the music. She noticed Frank dancing clumsily with his Bride at the other side of the room. He was old, but she didn't find any appeal in him, he was too big and too slow. She liked a guy who she could talk dirty with and could make her come quickly. He didn't seem like that kind of guy. He wasn't too clever either, which was probably why his daughter had ended up with name 'Missy'.
Missy shuffled closed to Dolores and leaned her head on the girl's shoulder. Dolores smiled and patted her friend's head, feeling the almost life-like, pale hair beneath her fingers.
"Hey Dol?" Missy asked, using her pet name for Dolores.
"Yeah boo?"
"You think I could come over some time? To your place. Stay for a while."
Dolores looked a little concerned. The way Missy had asked, made it seem like there was something else going on.
"Sure honey, you don't have to ask." Replied Dolores. "Is something up?"
"Not right now. But it might be soon, I just thought I'd ask first."
Dolores nodded, realising this wasn't something they'd continue at this point. Missy wouldn't talk any more about it. Dolores noticed that Missy's parents had moves now and she saw someone familiar across the room, it looked like they were leaving, but something about them attracted her. She had to follow them.
"I need a bit of fresh air." She said to Missy, excusing herself. She quickly followed the familiar figure across the room, quietly slipping through the door and after them.
It was dark outside, the light from a street lamp illuminated the road across from her. The building where the monster ball was taking place, the surrounding area, had been shielded from human eyes, so all they would see was a bunch of trees clustered closely together. She saw a figure, leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette. The light from the flame illuminated their face and Dolores realised why they seemed familiar. It was a man, with dark brown hair and rough looking hands. She had met him before at one of her father's dinner parties, but she couldn't remember his name.
"Hey little lady." He said, noticing her. He took a drag from his cigarette and took a step towards her. The light from the windows shone through and his full body was revealed. He looked to be about 40, with a brown leather jacket on top of a shirt. A little too casual for a ball, but he didn't seem like the kind of guy to go for the dancing. He was very handsome, and Dolores was immensely attracted to him. He was like a cross between George Clooney and James Dean. All charm and raw sex appeal, only seeming to get better with age.
"H-hi." Dolores replied nervously. Usually she was calm and collected, but this man made her nervous and weak at the knees. He exuded dominance and she could smell a musky, animal-like scent from.him.
He took another step towards her.
"What're you doing out here darling? Shouldn't you be inside dancing with some lucky young man?"
"A-actually I came out here to find you. I recognised you from somewhere but I don't remember your name." She slowly regained her calmness as she spoke.
"You're Drac's daughter aren't you?" The man asked, getting closer to her with each word. "He always was big on formality. Made sure to remember all the important people."
He walked until he was less than half a foot away from her. She could hear his breathing, deep and almost growled. He was tall too, her face only reached to the top of his chest, at least a head taller than her, and wider. She noted his muscular body and almost let out a whimper as felt wet between her legs.
"I guess I ought to ask for your name then." She said, holding back her whimper and looking up at him. His eyes were full of hunger.
"Lou." He replied.
"As in Louis?"
