Penelope Cruz

 

Penélope and Javier are on the beach, the water glistening on her skin. As the sun sets, making Penélope look ever move radiant they step towards, their beach house, holding hands, staring at the full moon rising and reflecting over the waves, when Javier notices somebody has moved into the house next door. Penelope sees their stranger over the balcony, though somewhat distant, his stare feels rather intimate.

Penélope and Javier turn in for bed. She hears whispers of her name. She steps out, again, he stares looking across the balcony. A strange sensation in her stomach. Her lower regions. She climbs back into bed. Her heat beats faster. She steps out into bed, and there, he stands, staring at her.

The mist now enters, whisper Penélope's name. In a dreamlike state, she walks down, onto the beach the moonlight beaming through her nightwear.

Dracula guides Penélope towards the bedroom, with a mere gesture, she knows to pull the straps of her gown, it spools at her feet. Dracula looks admiring at the iconic symbol of Spain, a woman who after decades, after children, has not lost her allure. He guides her to the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He can hear smell her warm Spanish blood at it pumps faster and faster.

Javier wakes, noticing his wife's spot on the bed is empty. He looks out onto the sands, noticing footsteps. He follow them, leading the neighbor’s abode. He sees a light on. He notices the door ajar. With a sense of a dread, he steps inside. He hears moans, cries of passion. He steps inside unprepared for what is before him. Penélope has never shied from he sensual, the dark, surreal on film, but he has never seen her like this before, positioned like this before, screaming like this before. And the man...the creature, taking her, feeding on her. His mind snaps even as he deep down, he aroused beyond all measure.