" Would it be to much to live an other life? Could it be i shall never taste the pleasures of mortality? Am i doomed to be alone my eternal life? Then please, if there is a god and i can win his blessing, please let me find peace within." The man by the window holds his head in his hands. His shoulders start to shake when he cries his salty tears. Outside the moon shines brightly, announcing another day for the man and the ones like him. His blood runs through his veins like a fish through water. He can hear the heartbeats of the mortals outside his world. Teasing him, inviting him to come. The man roars in frustration and stands up. Swiftly he turns around. His black cape flutters after him when he walks away from the window. " Damn the one who put me in this position!" The man starts to walk up and down the room. Restless and frustrated. His long raven black hair is put together in a braid that hangs over his cape down to his waist. He is still young and shall remain that way forever. For he is the one that feeds on others, he is the one we are all drawn too like a moth to a flame. Nosferatu, the vampire.

The door behind him opens slowly. A soft voice fills the room. " My lord? Are you alright?" The voice of the woman sounds concerned. Her blue eyes look at the handsome mysterious man in the room. So at his place in the richly decorated room. Thick carpets on the floors and walls. Pieces of art from all over the world. Dark and mysterious like the man that owns them.

" Yes Joanna i am alright. Would you mind closing the door behind you on your way out? Thank you." In deep pain he speaks through his teeth. He feels her pureness, her sweet blood.

" But my lord, you should get some sleep too. You are up every night. Are you experiencing difficulties with sleeping?" Slowly she walks towards the lord of this castle. Her heart beats in a fast rhythm. Somehow he seems so lonely to her, waiting for her to touch him and hold him.

Carefully her small perfect hand touch the softness of the dark cape. She presses her inexperienced body against his back. Her arms around his chest. Her cheek feels his warmth, her ear hears his slow heartbeat. Her blood is burning, so much desire for this man and his mysteries. Her nipples grow hard under the touch of his hard and muscled body. Confused she shivers. What is happening to her body? She feels hot and burning, a pleasant storm rages within. She starts to breath heavily, longing for him to touch her. Softly she whispers his name. " Claudius." He shivers for one moment, trying to get control over himself. " Leave Joanna, save your virginity for the man that will ask for your hand. I am not who you think i am." His hands grab hers and pull them back so he is free. He feels her satin like skin underneath his fingertips. In one moment of weakness his thumb caresses her hand. And in that moment he decided her faith. Carefully he turns around. His cold eyes look at the delicate shapes of the beautiful woman. He sees the soft vaulting of her fair breasts. Her soft moist red lips. Opened a bit with desire. Her tongue licks them so they get an inviting glow.

Slowly he grabs her chin to lift her face up to match his. The veins in her graceful neck show under her satin skin. Claudius closes his eyes. He can’t stop now. He must make her his, taste her sweet blood. Softly he presses his lips against hers. Tasting her with his tongue. She groans with pleasure. Her hands move up and down over his chest. Quickly they undress, both burning with desire. The soft light of the candles shines on their naked bodies as they make love on the exotic carpet. Claudius’s eyes turn red when he penetrates her. His fangs start to grow when he feels her warmth. Joanna has her eyes closed and can’t see how the man changes into a beast.

Then when he feels her body shiver with total excitement his fangs pierce the soft skin of her neck. Joanna screams with pleasure, not noticing her blood dripping from the wound in her neck. Claudius makes smacking sounds when he drinks her life juice. Her blood drips on her naked shoulder. Finally she starts to notice something is wrong. She grabs Claudius by his hair trying to pull him back from her neck. She feels how she slowly looses consciousness. Then Claudius looks up. His mouth drained in deep red blood.