The following Friday I met my lovely co-worker for cocktails and conversation as per usual. After a few drinks she shyly admitted that our little tryst in the haunted house had awakened an erotic vampire fantasy that she had wanted to act out for years.However most of her previous lovers were far too straight-laced for such a departure from the “norm”. She then asked if I was interested and I could not say yes fast enough. She would not go into any detail but added there were conditions that I must agree to.

Number One: I was to drop her at the house and seal her inside and come back two hours later.

Number Two: No running lights or sound effects were to be switched on.

I of course agreed to her conditions. We then had a lengthy discussion about a safety word, something simple that would not be misunderstood. We agreed that saying my full name and adding “stop” would cause me to cease any and all action.

So when would you like to do this?” I asked.

“How about tomorrow,” she responded.

So as the sun was beginning to set on Saturday I dropped Tina and a large suitcase off at the house and locked the door behind her. I then retreated to a local pub to wait, it was the longest two hour wait I had ever had.

I returned to the house and fumbled with the locks and chains. I almost forgot to lock the door behind me, such was my anticipation. On a little table just inside the front door was a candle holder with a lit candle , a wooden cross and a note that read: You are a vampire hunter. Your quest is to locate the vampire queen and steal her treasure. This will protect you.

I started going room to room with just the candle to light my path. The house was cold and as quiet as a tomb and the floorboards protested my intrusion and creaked with my every step.