They stalked through the cemetary, hunting. She was new, only been a Slayer since the awakening spell, and her watcher was not well trained. She was easily enthralled by Dracula's dark eyes.
"Vhat is your name, child?"
"Christine."
"Do you dream of me, Christine?" She weakly nodded.
"So pretty, my darling," Drusilla said, stroking a hand along the side of the girl's neck. Drusilla sank her fangs into one side of the girl's neck, and Dracula sank his into the other. They drained her bone dry, and dropped her onto the ground. Dracula grabbed Drusilla firmly, his finger wrapping up in her long, dark hair as they kissed fiercly, swalloing each other up in their passion. They made love on the ground, cracking two tombstones and frightening away many small animals.