I opened the door to a sexy Alice, decked out in her skimpiest negligee accompanied by her laciest lingerie. My jaw hit the floor at the sight of her voluminous bosom struggling to stay contained in her tight-fitting bra.

"I know you're thinking about how good I look, right?" she asked. I knew it was a rhetorical question, but I answered it anyway.

"You're absolutely stunning," I breathed as I approached her, unable to resist her charms. But she pushed me away again in the last minute.

"Wait Marie, there's," she paused, possibly contemplating whether she could trust me with whatever she had on her mind. How could I get it across to her that she could?

I waited patiently, trying not to get too horny over her current attire.

"There's something I have to tell you," she started at last. I waited some more, yearning for her every word.

"I'm actually a vampire," she breathed at last. What? I simply couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth.

"You're a vampire." I repeated after her, part of me praying that she was joking while another part of me prayed I didn't date a lunatic by mistake.

"Yes, I am. I know it's hard to believe," she continued before crawling onto the ceiling looking down at me with her eyes glowing red and her fangs bared.

Oh. My. God. She wasn't lying at all.