#skwigelf

He allowed a head start, both to create distance between them and the bar, and out of basic courtesy. There's no need to make them panic. While there is a certain satisfaction gained from seeing the terror in their eyes, fear makes the blood less sweet.

After a few minutes he left his ominously-lit corner table and made for the door, ready to stalk his prey. But soon he was being stalked. The woman from the bar was close at his heels soon by his side. He glanced at her but kept walking. She was attractive, a symmetrical face, blonde hair, and a red cocktail dress that was out of place in a backwoods bar.

     "Can I help you?"

     "I ams thinking we coulds helps each others haves a good time. My house amn'ts far from here."

     At least she got to the point. "I do not have time for you," he stated calmly, "I suggest you leave me alone."

She kept walking beside him.

     "I said leave." He added a growl to his tone and glared down at her.

     She glared back, undeterred. "Ands I saids my house ams nearby. Yous sure you don'ts have times for me?"

She touched his arm and started to move closer; he moved back.

     "No. I don't. You're wasting my time." He said threateningly. Dracula turned forward and quickened his pace, but so did she.

     "I makes it worth yous time."

They were slowly catching up to the drunkard.

     "I am not looking for a one night stand with a stranger."

     "I ams Servetta," she said, grabbing hold of his arm this time. “Now I amn'ts a stranger. And ifs we haves sex in the mornings too, it won'ts be a ones night stand."

      For the love of— He pulled away. "Why don't you ask that man?" He pointed to the drunkard. "He could certainly use some attention."

The drunkard staggered around into the deep snow on the side of the path.

     "Pfft. Beens there, done that. What I haven'ts done ams a man in a cape. Well, nots outsides of costume parties anyways." She played with his cape adding, "Ands someone of yous build ams always a treat."

     "Enough of this," he lunged forward, grabbed the drunk and biting into his neck. He made sure to show the man's stunned face and the blood flowing out of his body to the woman. He bared his bloodied fangs as he threw the corpse into the air, off into the distance.

He waited until he heard the corpse land with a soft thud— which took a bit longer than he expected, maybe it landed in a pit?— before speaking again.

     "I am the vampire Dracula. Are you sure you want to keep pursuing me?" He was certain she would run away the second she was no longer in shock. Instead, however, the stunned look on her face was replaced with one of contemplation.

     After a good ten second pause she replied. "Ja, I ams."

     "… Seriously?"

     "If yous hips have evens halfs the strength of yous arm, which I doubts, ams not goings to miss the opportunity."

     "I just killed a man," all edge was gone from his voice, he was completely thrown off his rhythm. "I drank his blood and threw his body away like trash."

     "And I ams lookings for a ones night stand. My house ams overs there by the ways."

     He looked towards were she had tilted her head. A porch light glowed in the distance. She utterly did not give a fuck about who or what he was, only her own goal. Unfortunately for him, he liked that in a woman.

     "What do I need to do to make you leave me alone?"

     "Fucks me until I can'ts walks after you."