It all started that night. She was so tired after meeting Dracula. It was still astonishing to her. I mean come on, Dracula the original vampire! The main vamps of all the vamps! He knew who she was, what she was. Anyway, as she lay there asleep, something suddenly jolted her awake.

There he was, in her room. Dracula was in her room! No, this wasn't happening. She was not going to act like some crazy fan-girl, fawning over a movie star. She was a slayer. THE Slayer and she had to stake him, but for some reason she couldn't.

"You are magnificent."

"I bet you say that before you bite all the girls," she said, her voice trembling.

"No you are different, kindred."

"Kindred? Hardly I-

"Pull your hair back," he commanded, motioning with his finger.

She did so, unable to stop herself. "This isn't how I usually fight," she said, fighting to keep her voice steady. "You think you can just waft in here with your music video wind and your hypno-ey…eyes." Struggling to speak, lost in his gaze, she could barely respond.

He headed towards her bed. "I've searched the world over for you. I have yearned for you," he said sitting beside her. "For a creature whos darkness rivals my own."

His fingernails traced her face. "You have been tasted," he said, noticing the scar, the bite mark Angel had left.

"He was-

"Unworthy?" Dracula continued running his fingers and nails across her face, jaw and chin, just barely grazing her neck. "He let you go."

As Buffy continued to look at him, he returned her gaze. "But the embrace, his bite, you remember?"

"No."

Dracula caresses her face slowly bringing her neck to his mouth, "Do not fight." As he lunges in to bite her, "I can feel your hunger."

He bites her drinking her blood, not letting go. Buffy doesn't even fight him off, doesn't even try…

The Next Morning…

Joyce yells for Buffy from downstairs. Buffy was supposed to meet up with Mr. Giles and the others this morning. Willow had just stopped by to pick her up and walk over there with her. But when she didn't come downstairs, Willow figured maybe Buffy forgot and had already started over that way.

Still as Joyce closed the door, she couldn't help but feel something was wrong. So as she entered her room, she noticed Buffy's unmade bed as well as blood on the sheets. Not much, only a few drops. Then she noticed a note on her dresser.

Buffy Summers is now my Immortal Love

Sincerely , Dracula

"Oh God…" Joyce said as she collapsed on the bed. She let out a scream…

"BUFFY!"