Alastor digs up Vaggies grave after her funeral. Previously she 'died' after Alastor fed her his vampire blood and knocked her out before tossing her body out the window of her bedroom
Her stepfather was an asshole that would abuse her physically and attempted rape many times but she always got the upper hand.
Alastor one night met her and offered her a chance of pure freedom from her hellish lifestyle of torture and being alone
Nobody believed her when trying to get help because her stepfather was a renouned cop.
When she learned Alastor was a vampire, she thought he was joking but he proved it by grabbing her stepfather, and fed on his putrid blood. 'Mmm delightfully sinful.' She remembered him say. But she was...not afraid.
Entranced. Enthralled. He was dangerous but...she wanted him more because of it. But in order to be his, she had to consume his blood and 'die' tragically in order to be off with him and nobody noticing her. So she fed, agreeing to these terms into vampirehood.
He dusted off the coffin door before opening to see Vaggie play on her handheld game console.
She sighed getting up from her laying position, rubbing her neck, dropping her device in the coffin. "Took ya long enough my legs are starting to cramp in this thing."
Alastor grinned. "You did great at the wake darling. Here." He gently took her hand and pulled her free from the box, and refilled the grave.
Vaggie craned her aching neck to crack a few joints in it along with a few stretching positions. God how long was she in that coffin, hours? "So no one suspected anything?"
"Not a one my love!" He crooned, dropping the shovel and kissed up her shoulder and neck, taking in her scent. "Ahhh mon chere. Together for eternity. But we must feed."
"As long as it's shitty people I'm down, mi amore." Vaggie giggled. His cold lips tickled her now undead flesh. Alastor chuckled, releasing her, pulling her cold dead hands in his own. Both eyes stare into each others with forbidden desire.
"Ohhh darling. The dirtier the soul, the tastier the blood."
"Ready to have some fun?" Vaggie smirked.
Alastor couldn't be more anticipated. He put clawed fingers in his mouth and let out a high pitched whistle!
Antony and Husk, loyal henchmen, emerge from the trees a few yards away from Vaggies grave, eyes glowing red, both wear mischevious smiles.
Alastor looked onward to his fellow vampires with glee, the night air thick with summer humidity.
"Gentleman, Vaggie my love, ...lets go cause some havoc."
