Ana De Armas

 

Ana is basking by her pool, her lotioned body glistening in the sun. She gets an alert on her phone, someone is at the door. She checks the camera. It's a priest? How did he even find her? Is he a random solicitor. The private movie star wants to ignore her, but the young devout girl who wanted to maker father proud by saying her prayers, who went to catechismo, is compelled to see what this. She steps in front of the door. The priest, eyes trying not to directly stare at her perfect, pool ready form bows his head. She asks how he found her. The priest said it's not how he found her. It's how...*it* found her. The creature. It has been stalking her, and the padre merely follow him.



Ana notices something left on her counter. An old booklet. A diary of a Spanish nobleman. The account reads of him letting a stranger in his house. As a guest. His wife was wary, wary of his aura, of the way he looked at her, but the nobleman insisted his guest was a fellow gentleman, and should be shown guest right. He woke later that night, to see his wife missing, and witnessed, her being claimed, in every way, while he guest was feeding on her. She died in bliss. Three night later, she scratched on the door, demanding to be let in, to see their daughter.

Ana dreams that night, finding herself in 18th century Spain. After the dream, she wakes up gushing wet.

Ana lies in bed, it's hot. So hot, she removes her clothes, trying to feel the cool sheets on her skin. She steps out to the balcony to feel the wind on her skin. And Dracula is there. She is led back to the bed.



Now he takes her, feeling her warmth around him, sinking his teeth into her breast, lapping up her hot Cuban blood as she cries out in her native tongue.

The priest has been keeping watching, hoping to keep this sweet, beautiful child from being taken into the dark. He sees Dracula enter her room from the balcony. He sneaks into the abode, making his way upstairs, cross in hand. He hears her moans, her cries. He enters, what he sees...he drops his cross, feeling shame at his failure, and shame at how aroused he is at the sight.

Dracula then finishes what she started. It's too much. It's exactly what she planned. Ana's beautiful eyes turn lifeless. He carries her past the distraught priest.

Ana rises from the coffin Dracula prepared her. He greets his new bride.

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