I licked my lips and allowed Noreen's tresses to fall over the two puncture wounds on her neck. Still shivering with pleasure, I reached up my wrist and nipped at the solid blue vein. My long incisors easily cut through my impervious alabaster skin. My blood slowly trickled out.

With a whisper of love, I spoke to the temptress that had somehow spellbound me with her own kind of magic.

"Be mine, my sweet pea. Be my friend, my confidant and my bride. Be with me for a lifetime. Drink, my love, drink my everlasting love"

And so she did. Don't for one minute be deceived and think that my dear Noreen is only a petite and vivacious woman. Within her chest lay the beating heart of an Amazonian warrior. With a vice like grip, she took hold of my proffered wrist and clamped her ruby lips to the wound and began to suckle. Oh the pain, the agony! It was powerful and intoxicating.

She drank the Draculesti blood, took in the Dracul strain that would see her become as I. With great effort and regret I clawed my way back from that wonderful precipice and freed myself from her insatiable appetite. Two more times she must partake of my blood for the Dracul strain to fully take her.

Noreen wiped the last drop of my blood from her lips and with a long satisfied groan, she sucked her finger clean, finishing with a loud pop. She looked up at me with those wide wonderful green eyes and said,

"Now I am yours, my love"

And with that, she passed into a deep and fitful sleep that only one who has tasted a hint of immortality can sleep.

I swept forward and caught her feather lite form in my arms and pulled her to my body. She would sleep till morning.

I myself have been raised to appreciate the base things of the night, of dark and damp places. Of creatures most disliked and hated. I do not believe that Noreen would see things the same way until she has fully turned Dracul. So, for the time being, I placed her in a more comfortable bed chamber, rather than a coffin in the cellar. With a kiss to her forehead, I went to see to other matters.

My staff, which Noreen had employed, consisted of the usual housekeeper and gardener, Mr. and Mrs. Grout. Also a chauffeur for my new conveyance, Mr. Clump, Harvey as he liked to be called.

Having dismissed Mr. and Mrs. Grout for the night with instructions to bring the house and gardens up to scratch once myself and Noreen leave on our trip.

I turned my attention to Harvey and my travel plans. Outside on the street was a strange horseless carriage. It was a large silver monstrosity that I was told could easily carry all that I required. After using my mesmerizing stare, I had Harvey fully on board with my travel arrangements and gave him an understanding of my personal requirements.

Now all was set. Luggage, check, coffin, check and of course my beautiful Noreen, who was still sound asleep and would be for the best part of the morning. She would be placed safely inside my travel coffin for the journey. Harvey sat behind the steering thingy! Wheel, steering wheel!

The journey to Whitby would take the best part of the day and so I ordered Harvey to begin without me. On arrival, he was to wake my dear Noreen and instruct her to find suitable accommodation for my short stay.

I would meet up with them the following night at Whitby's quayside at 12 midnight. Once there, my search for

Vladimir would begin in earnest and with this book of his deeds as my tourist guide, I shall find him.

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First I had a something important to do here in Great Grimsby. I had something, a treasure beyond worth I needed to find. A treasure, hidden away for fifty years in a building situated on the fishing docks. I guess you are wondering why I came to this town rather than making my way logically to the town of Whitby as Vladimir once did?

I have previously stated that Vlad had sent ten, one-tonne crates of our precious home soil to this country. Vladimir had been heading for the port of Grimsby when a great storm blew his ship off course and washed it ashore at Whitby.

In our correspondence, I learned that Vlad had meant to travel over land to Grimsby and set up his lair there, but then he had bumped into the sweetest creature he had ever set his teeth into, Mina.

His heart stolen, Vlad decided to stay where he had landed and sent for two of the crates of Romanian earth, leaving eight behind here in Grimsby. There was always the smallest hope that Vlad had buried himself there.

Now alone, I began my dark night walk to find my home soil. The streets, to begin with, were dark and empty but as I approached the docks, life began to flourish. First I noticed that even at this hour in the night drink establishments were open and men were spilling out, drunk. Lady's of the night, not my kind, were flouting their wares on street corners.

I noted that several of these femsexual's were fully at work against the nearest walls. From the corner of Riby Square, I could see the fishing docks and a hive of activity. I guess fishing trawlers were either busily off loading their catch or preparing to depart for far off seas.

Just as I was about to sweep into a throng of men, I felt a pull at my elbow and a voice close to my ear asked,

"Sir, you look like a man of finery. This is a place of dirt and grime. You risk your person wondering around here. Why not come with me. I can, hmm, show you hospitality. For a small price of course"

The garishly dressed woman, her hair unkempt but tied back and makeup smeared across her face grabbed my hand and led me off. Nodding my head, I followed. Who doesn't like a midnight snack?