It was difficult for Count Bernard Von Straussberg to get dates with women. For starters he lived in a tremendously large castle on top of a remote mountain. Inviting strangers usually meant a mandatory sleepover and this only went over well with occasional strippers and night walkers. So, the Count's dependable driver Theodore had to drive his boss into town all the while careening around sharp turns and avoiding going over cliffs every time Bernard got an itch in his pants. And this was often. With slick black hair, a lean frame and grey eyes the Count was dashing. He seemed to hover above the ground when he walked. With this kind of aura how could one not have a large libido? Once in town the Count was left alone to walk the streets until he found someone who caught his eye. Draped in his favorite cape of black satin, he strode amongst the crowds occasionally rubbing himself against some defenseless woman's thigh or back. The victims usually never knew it was the Count but occasionally he was caught. With an innocent smile and an admittance of guilt he was constantly pardoned. Bernard always attributed it to his charm but mostly it was because no one wanted to talk to a grown man wearing a cape. However, all of this changed on a chilly night in early winter.

With the a grey mist descending upon the town of Allas, a speckling white Rolls Royce strode up to a pink building covered in fluorescent lights. As was customary fashion Theodore dropped the Count off at "Patricia's Pantyhose" on Saturday night near midnight. A rotund doorman acknowledged the count and he floated in. His lifetime membership afforded him this comp along with free sodas and juice. Tomato juice with mint leaves had Bernard coming back for more. Yet Bernard's real interest was in Tamara. Like a match lit in the night she burned the brightest in the houses of ill repute. The Count could depend on her for comfort when his cereal brand wasn't performing well or when he just felt lonely. It was her job to please her customers in any way she could but she took a special interest in Bernard. He was sensitive to her own worries and fears. She knew that he had become attached which was problematic yet what could she do? The money was good and he was kind to her. As Tamara looked up from her purple chair of velvet she could not help but become excited at the Count's entrance. With due formality she gently placed her arm around his and they began to walk as a couple to her room. Suddenly an explosive bang rang out through the hall. As they turned toward the noise the Count could make out three figures in white scurrying through the rooms. In the distance the doorman could be seen drooping over with a dark hole burrowed into his eye socket. With speed unknown to man Bernard pushed Tamara into her room.
"Lock the door. Open it for no one my Love!" he whispered strongly in her ear.
Before Tamara could protest the door had been closed and she heard what sounded like a gush of wind flow through the hallway.
After closing the door the Count encircled himself in his cape. With a plum of smoke and a thrashing from the wind spirit Bernard transformed himself into a three foot winged bat. With a flap of his wings he stole off towards the closest room where he heard screams. A gunshot rang out just as he entered and he could see one of the white robbed attackers standing over a slightly obese working girl named Sara. Her red hair was bathed in blood and and it flowed onto her now soiled dress. Swooping down on the man the Count tore off his head in one bite and as the body fell a necklace with a crucifix taped to it caught his attention. Bernard understood that it was another attack by a mad militant Christian group . They advocated an abolition of cat houses through force. As he dropped the mans head to the floor Bernard was saddened by the useless violence. He didn't want to kill yet it was the only way to protect others and sustain his perversions. In a matter of moments the other attackers were finished off. Disobeying the Counts orders Tamara slowly opened her door. As she peeped her head out she could make out a bat flying around the halls chandelier. As it descended to the ground the room went suddenly dark. Fear seized Tamara's heart and she felt a chill run along her panties. A soft hand touched upon her breast and she began to recognize its gentle massage. With a flicker from the chandelier the whole room was bathed in the brightest of light. The bat was nowhere to be seen. Tamara looked at Bernard with a look of bewilderment as a drop of blood hung from his chin. With her kerchief she wiped it away.
"What has happened Bernard" she asked.
"Mislead souls have attacked your bordello dearie. Are you okay?"
Tamara nodded and watched as the other women began to gather. She felt scared and as that feeling seeped into her Bernard spoke.
"Come to my castle tonight Tamara. Please"
That night was to be one of the happiest for the both of them as they swayed to the wolves cry all night.