Walking along the coastline of the Irish Sea in County Wexford, Dracul Van Helsing was startled by the vision he saw walking along the beach.
For there along the beach was a ravishingly beautiful young brunette woman dressed in an exquisite red dress.
The dress blew vigourously in the wind and the waves.
"Dracul Van Helsing," she spoke to him in a sweet Irish voice.
Dracul stopped.
"You're the woman whose voice I heard whispering outside my hotel window in Dublin," Dracul said.
"Indeed I was," Morrigan approached him, "I called to you from the top of the Skirrid Mountain in Wales."
"The Skirrid is a long way from Ireland," Dracul noted.
"I'm not so far from Ireland now," Morrigan walked in bare feet along the stony beach towards him, "or from you."
She approached him and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Soon the two were embraced on the sands of the beach as the ocean waves pounded about them- locked in an embrace of tongues and lips- as above them a crow cried- but whose cries were drowned by the surging ocean.
To be continued.
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