[ The Countess had gone centuries without her count and a longing was crossing over her. She was growing tired and longed for what she needed. Centuries she awoke from her dimly lit chamber and emerged from her coffin. She would wander the floor all nigh t seeking her cravings but there were none to be found until this night. Nancy Conover, an American single mother had just won the lottery. Financial freedom was never known to her or her daughter. Nancy who was 45 at the time had been divorced for 6 years and never received a dime in child support. Her daughter, Tabitha was her pride and joy. She loved her daughter to the depths of her heart. Tabitha was a good girl. Hardly ever giving her mother any problems and was a good student. On the honor roll every semester, she was the 8th grade role model. At 14 she was cute as a button. She was small for her age though, only standing five feet tall and weighing 96 pounds. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that made her skin look paler than it really was. She was a girl still though, while her tiny breasts had just started to form, that was the extent of her passing into puberty. She still had somewhat of a boyish figure except for her little breasts. Her bottom was small and still baby like. In front, not a trace of covering. Being the good girl that she is, she had still not even kissed a boy. Only the private feelings she had at night was the only experience she ever felt about sex or anything like that. She was virginal in every sense. Nancy loved Tabitha and wanted to give her everything she couldn't have before. Education was great but nothing compared to the education of a world tour. So off they went. A world tour stopping in almost all of the countries of Europe. The Castles and Towers of London, the art museums and Eiffel tower of Paris. The Coliseums and Leaning towers of Pisa and Rome. The canals of Venice. The streets of Bucharest. After that is where the story begins. Romania, hidden for years behind the communist wall now open for the world to see. The land of all of the Dracula stories. Tabitha loved Transilvania she liked reading horror stories and watching scary movies. She couldn't wait to go on the Tour of Dracula's castle. The next morning her wish came true, the tour. Tabitha and her mother woke and dressed for the tour. The wandered the castle grounds and met up with the tour guide. The guide explained all of the legends of Dracula, how he was a demon who could turn himself into a bat or mist, how he drank the blood of virgins, how monstrous he was. It was all untrue. He was just a man who happened to be a prince, fighting for the Catholic church in the crusades. He was just ruthless. Little did the tour guide know, he was wrong. The stories and legends were true. Except he was gone forever. He didn't know about the Countess though. It was almost dusk when the tour was about over, Most tours went that long to scare the tourists but tonight would be different. The countess awoke as usual as the tourists were filtering out. She slipped unnoticed through the halls of her castle. That's when she spied her. She knew she had to have what she longed for. She could feel the tension rising in her. The feelings that made her what she was, a Vampiress. She rushed around the castle, she couldn't stand it any longer she knew what she needed, her virgin. She watched from the tiny window in the tower as Nancy and Tabitha drove off back to town. Fortunately for the Countess her castle was the highest point of the land. She could see where the two of them were staying. The Countess watched as the two of them walked inside. Nancy and Tabitha ate dinner shortly after and went to her mothers room to play a game and watch some television. Television in Europe was much different than back home in the US. It was strange and boreing. Not funny like back home. Bored with playing games Tabitha went to her room for the night. She changed into her nightshirt and turned out the light. The Countess watched in anticipation as she planned her moves. She would take this little virgin and satisfy her dark Vampire needs. The Countess changed clothes into her best ancient attire and drug out her beautiful cape. She looked into the mirror, that was one superstition that wasn't true. Vampires do have a reflection and aren't afraid of mirrors in the least bit. In fact she liked to look at her beauty in the mirror. She was stunning. Over 900 years old and didn't look a bit over 45. She was 5'8" and weighed about 130 pounds if she was real flesh and blood. But she wasn't really, she was undead, a being who wasn't anything except a Vampiress. Her hair was long, down past her breasts and was jet black. Her skin was the palest of white and her eyes were black as coal. Her lips though were ruby red. She had a long drapeing neck that went to soft round shoulders. High perky breasts set apart gently with small round pink nipples. The Countesses stomach was as flat as a board, strong yet soft and beautiful. You could see her shoulders and cleavage but her breasts were covered by a thin veil of cloth that opened in a triangle across her stomach before coming back together again before her lower body. You could see a small black patch between her long strong legs through the thin cloth. She was stunning and she knew it. Tonight would be her night. She would empty her desires that plagued her for years. She put on her long black cape and poof, into the darkness she was gone.