Smoke rose from under the door, developing the form of a man. In her sleep, Shelly felt the overwhelming presence of the Vampire.

She lay still, hardly breathing. Her mind wandered to the past when she met her handsome first love, under the full moonlight by the banks of the Red River. His aura overtook her, with eyes darker than the deepest ocean.

Without asking her name, she felt drawn to him and allowed him to enfold her into his arms. He filled her heart with security and peace she never encountered with her husband. This feeling returned now, as he stood before her.

“I know you never forgot the night we met. You aren’t happy here in the mortal world. You take pills to forget your sadness and pills to encourage you to perform your duties. I am here to offer you a permanent vacation from your sorrow. Wrap your arms around me and allow me to taste your blood. We will be together forever.”

“Oh yes, my love, take me with you…” Shelly turned her head, allowing him full access to her throat and felt a slap on the head.

“Wake up, bitch; the baby’s crying.”

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