Learning to be a Vampire

"Fernanda, I'm serious!" Mother yelled again. "It isn't some nasty old hag! Come and see!"

"I'm coming, hold on a second!" Fern yelled back, stumbling over the used towels as she exits the bathroom. "Um, Ma? Where are you?"

Suddenly Ferns dark grey bedroom curtains open to reveal a very excited looking mother. This can't be good. Nothing good ever happens when someone appears from behind curtains.

"Mother, I don't think I want to go--hey!" Fern pretested but was cut off by her mother pulling her into the curtains. But oh man, mother was right. It most certainly was not an old hag. The exact opposite really.

Standing outside, across the road at the newly bought house was one attractive man, minus a shirt and add some sexy muscles covered in sweat from hauling furniture and that equals one drooling girl and a perverted mother for checking the man out.