Prince Charming had traveled many leagues to find the girl. He'd fought his way through the brambles that protected the ancient castle. Finally, his quest was at it's end.
She lay sleeping in a glass coffin. She appeared no more than sixteen yet wore attire from his grandparent's day. Her hair was ebony, her lips like rubies and her skin as white as snow. The prince was instantly in love.
He kissed her on the lips. Slowly she awoke from her slumber and reached out to him. From within his embrace she sank her long fangs deep into his neck.