"Twenty-one."Twenty-one. Has been many years. Now I return, with husband, man I love." She gave me a peck on the cheek, then resumed her impatient vigil over the platform and the people still boarding. A peck on the cheek? "Come now, you can do better than that," I chided. Victoria turned away from the window. Her eyes slowly closed, and we kissed tenderly. At first. It became deeper and more insistent as we continued. Eventually, we pulled away from each other reluctantly. The train started to move, bringing back my earlier thoughts. "Victoria, I've always wondered -- what if the castle isn't there? I mean, it's been empty since you were last there, right?" "Castle will be there, with servants. There are always servants. Castle Dracula is very... special to town," Victoria replied. Her eyes glowed red. "My family is very frightening. Townspeople would not _dare_ displease any member of my family." Her eyes turned brown again. "Including you. You are not Count yet, but ceremony in castle will change that." Victoria started to play with my chest. "Not until after dinner," I said. "I want snack first," she pouted. My fangs appeared, and Victoria's eyes lit up. "Is better idea," she said approvingly before she bit me. She was very quick. We sucked on each other's blood until South Bend, then had din- ner. We returned to our room, and had some serious toe-curling, hair- straightening, muscle-cramping sex. We did manage to get up for breakfast the next morning, but we were moving awful slow. We were joined at the table by an elderly couple. "Newlyweds?" the man asked. "Yes -- but how did you know?" Victoria asked, amazed by the man's mind- reading power. "We're in room B, next to you," his wife explained. There was a smile in her wrinkled eyes, but both Victoria and I blushed. "Oh, don't worry," the woman continued. "Surely you don't believe that you're the first newlyweds to ever celebrate on the train." "Ye-es. |