You wanna be a vampire, I wanna be a vampire, we all wanna be vampires!

Clarissa yawned as she lounged in Alois' house. When she'd come over, he had been out for the first time since she'd known him, so she'd just lounged about for a while. Soon, though, an idea popped into her mind.

One thing led to another, and she was laying on his kitchen floor, covered in watery ketchup, waiting for him to return.

Alois returned shortly, carrying a few shopping bags and humming merrily to himself. He stopped in his tracks once he realized that the door had been unlocked.

"...Hello?" he called, placing his things on the coffee table and standing at his full height. This was strange...since when did burglars get into this building? It was owned and run by vampires, for God's sake.

Perhaps it was Dai, he thought irritably. Or, just as bad, that strange Lincoln Park Rapist he had heard so much about...though he had no husband, wife or children, so that didn't make much sense either.

She coughed loudly.

"A-Alois..." She groaned, "Oh, noo, I'm dying."

He wran into the kitchen, only to wrinkle his nose at the overpowering spell.

"...Mein Gott, are you coated in ketchup?"

She frowned.

"It's blood, obviously."

He shook his head, covering his nose and mouth with a handkerchief.

"You wreak of processed tomato--blood, on the other hand, is delicious and enticing."

Then, she attacked him, spreading ketchup all over him.

"You jerk! You were supposed to heroically save me!"

He almost passed out, refusing to breath.

"Clarissa, you smell terrible, get off--augh, you got it all over my clothes!!"

She grinned at him.

"You owe me!"

"You owe me a dry cleaning bill!!" he exclaimed, still panicking over his clothes.

"But I'm broke!" She puffed out her cheeks and pouted.

He smiled, sighing and pushing her off.

"Then you'll simply have to repay me with you body, my dear."

She rolled her eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of my body?"

He blinked.

"But the sight of you always brings me utmost happiness...you know, except for when you're covered in ketchup."

She pulled up her long dress to reveal the tiniest bit of her thighs, waiting for Alois's reaction.

He watched her with an incredulous expression, somewhat surprised; his face reddened slightly.

"...Clarissa, if you're going to change out of your dirty clothes, the kitchen is not the place."

She giggled.

"You're afraid of my legs. And the rest of my body."

He blushed.

"Am not! I merely think it is improper for a gentleman to lay eyes on the body of a lady...it is unbecoming to flash men, anyway!"

"But it was okay for you to have sex with other men?" She wondered, grinning brightly.

His face reddened further.

"They were my source of blood, and my lovers...when people are lovers, they generally sleep together, yes. But they were all legal and acted completely proper when--" He trailed off, realizing that the latter half of his statement was false; how many times had he come home to find a naked man, again?... It had been so long ago and so many times that he had completely lost count.

She rose an eyebrow.

"Go on."

Alois cleared his throat nervously.

"...They were all of legal age."

"Ooh, so you don't like proper things~?" She teased him.

"I do!!" he insisted hastily, completely red in the face. "They always chose what to do on their own...I like proper things!"

She straightened out her dress.

"...Do you like me?" She asked seriously.