Kevin had been hunting vampires for a long time. He was considered one of the best. But this latest nest of vamps was particularly nasty. He had staked and beheaded most of them, and he had finally found were they were "nesting". It was at an old theater. He entered cautiously.
Kevin knew this is where the king vampire would be, the leader of this pact. Once he staked him, he could call it a night.
"Can I help you with something?" came a voice from behind him. He whirled around quickly, crossbow in one hand, stake in the other. What he saw though left him speechless.
Before him stood the most magnificent woman he had ever seen. She was about 5'5 and, from what he could guess, about 128 lbs. Her hair was nice and long and dark. Her full lips were ruby red, and her d cup breasts were pressing hard against the black corset she was wearing. Her shapely legs were covered in a pair of black silk stockings being held up by garters connected to her black, crotchless panties fitting snug over her shapely, firm ass. She had on a black sheer see thru, robe
However, as beautiful as she was, what Kevin noticed was how pale she was. As she smiled at him, she let her fangs show. A vampire.
"I'm looking for the king of this nest. My name is Kevin. I'm a vampire hunter." He stated.
The woman laughed as she slowly started to walk forward, appearing more to be gliding than walking. Instinctively, he shot the wooden arrow from the crossbow, but she plucked it right out of the air without breaking stride.
"King? How small minded. There is no king." She told him, as it finally hit him. She wasn't just a vamp.
"You! You are a vampire Queen." He stated.
"Call me Angela, for now." She was right in front of him, her breasts heaving; coming to within an inch of his body. She smelled like roses, he noticed.
Kevin tired to avoid Angela's eyes, as many a vampire has ensnared their prey with a simple stare. But he couldn't help it. Her face was so beautiful; all he could do was stare at her and into her blood red eyes.
She smiled at him, her hands running up his chest as she spoke softly to him. One hand reaching up and caressing his cheek. Her touch was cold, yet it warmed his insides.