Her Lips were painted a matching crimson and looked damn kissable as they raised into a smile upon seeing me. I noticed that her fangs were thankfully one-hundred-percent plastic.

My eyes Lowered to see the Long, flowing red gown that she'd made from some old curtains. The seam went directly up the middle of the garment to finish at the large V that displayed her prominent cleavage. My two favourite fleshy pillows were pushed together and looked unbelievably good encased in all that smooth red material. I saw her silver medallion resting between the plump globes, held there by its usual black string about her neck.

The gown flowed down to show her hands and fingers that had been tipped with long, pointed dark red nails. I had protested against her buying those things given how she tended to claw at me with her own manicured fingertips but she said they'd look too good to pass up. I now had to agree. She really did Look Like some gorgeous Transylvanian noblewoman who had fallen to the charms of Dracula.

I followed the velvet waves down all the way to where they swirled about her feet. It was a great deal more conservative than she'd let on but I hardly cared. She looked amazing.

"Well?" She settled her hands upon her hips where the velvet moulded onto her like a second skin. She even managed to speak in a pretty normal tone with the enormous plastic fangs hanging over her Lower Lip.

"You Look gorgeous."

“Seeing you look at me like that? Totally worth all the times I poked my finger sewing this all up." She flashed her fangs at me again in a somewhat-accidently sinister and thoroughly impish grin

“Well, Let's get going then." I turned and offered her my arm.

"Mama!" Jen called back into her house as she slipped her arm into mine. "Ze Count and I go forth to seek out ze blood of ze innocent!"

“Well the bloody Count better have you home by ten!" Her dad called back. Jenny hadn't been home by ten since she was fourteen.

“Zat is unlikely!" She Laughed and closed the door behind her before reaching into a little bag she had slung over her shoulder and Locking the door. Her eyes looked up to me shortly afterwards. "Did you bring them?"

I nodded.

“Where did you find them?"

“Ebay. They were made for a theatre prop, but they're made of iron and they're in full working order." I reached into my cape and brought out a set of heavy, black iron shackles.

Jenny saw them and took a long, deep breath. Then she smiled at me again somewhat hopefully and nodded.

“So I guess this is it then."

“How do you feel?" I started walking down her garden path toward the gate, holding it open for her and closing it behind.

"A Little hot. This thing is itching like crazy." She patted the medallion with her index finger.

“Well, Let's hope that means it's working."

“This is so insane." She blew a Long breath out between her fangs that whistled toward the end.