Wind And Rain and Morgana

The wind was blowing strong and hard on this rocky piece of Cornwall coast.

Dracul Van Helsing was staying in a Bed and Breakfast in a very old great house made entirely of stone and rock.

He was down here sightseeing.

It was wild and rugged country.

Sometimes one needed time out in the wilderness for a while.

As he returned from walking through great rocky clefts overlooking the ocean and barren moors where cut throat smugglers carried their goods two centuries before, it was night fall.

He answered a few emails on his Mac laptop and then went to sleep.

Around midnight, the curtains and windows of his room blew open.

Dracul felt too tired to go and close them.

Besides the down blankets on his bed were warm and he always enjoyed listening to the sound of the waves of the ocean.

Even as a child, he had found those sounds soothing.

Suddenly he noticed a beautiful woman standing there in a white night gown looking at him.

Dracul could have sworn that she had flown in through the window.

"Hello," he addressed her.

"Hello," she answered back in a soft gentle Welsh accent.

The Vampiress Morgana was soon on top of him.

Biting his neck.

But she wouldn't kill him.

Not just yet.

To be continued.