I take it upon myself to return to the old mansion; but this time, I do so completely alone. Aira's screaming and panicking won't do me much good. Flashlight illuminating the foreground, I make my way upstairs.

Once in the master bedroom where the door to the attic is, I realize that the chair we used to climb up there broke, and I'll need an alternate way of getting up. Hmm...

Suddenly, my shoulders jump, the product of a loud sound in my immediate area caused by something... wooden. I frantically wave my flashlight around to see if something in the room had suddenly fallen, but nothing seems amiss.

Dust falling onto my hair and shoulders from above signals me to look up. The door to the attic is open.

But... I didn't do anything!

And just as I'm contemplating how this could've happened, I feel an unnatural "pull" on my body; as if something's forcing me toward the attic; as if someone wants to see me.

I start to levitate. This "pull" brings me all the way up to the attic, then I fall to its floor, right before the coffin.

Without even a second thought about all that's happened, I go to open the coffin.

The weight of the top of the casket is significantly less than it was when I first opened it. After easily pushing it off, I stand in front, look over it, and point my flashlight inside.

Sure enough, the same beauty is inside, though in a more casual position than last time. It's as if she's only sleeping, not dead.

"Hey... hey! Are you dead?" I whisper, hoping to get some sort of response maybe. But nope, she remains silent. Guess I should check for a pulse or something.

A hand of hers is cutely positioned just above her shoulder; I figure that's the best place to check. Easy.

I reach in casually, but in my haste, my arm grazes her breast. It ain't my fault they're that big.

After that, I realize she's alive. She's very much alive. Not because I feel her pulse—actually, I don't feel it at all—but a look at her face reveals wide-open eyes. Eyes that look like they want an explanation.

I jump back. "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M—"

"Rezvuxi vir Kel iarné?" she says, her two formidable fangs bearing themselves as her lips move. It's the same thing she said last time. I think.

"What? I... I don't understand."

Eyes peering directly at me, she finally says something I can comprehend.

"Kel."

My name.

Her left hand turns to face up. With a single finger, she beckons me over.

I start to approach. Not willingly, but I can't stop my legs. Even if I could control them, her deadly gaze would render me unable to move.

My breath starts to pick up, as well as my heart-rate. Nothing about her changes, though. Same empty stare—same blood-red eyes.

What is... what is she going to do to me?

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She's a vampire! ooooOOOoooo... and all that noise.

My good friend KawaiiBentoBox of DeviantART did a GREAT job on this. She also tried to seduce me. OMGOMGOMG

This will be a PG-13 story. That's right, no sex this time. It's only fair since I have like, fifty other sex stories.

.Don't look at me like that. It's you guys' fault for being perverts. >_>

... So, thank you!

Art - www.Kawaiibentobox.deviantart.com
Vampire girl in art -  Lemalas