She wound her way through the woods, her wings spread out to catch the updrafts and thermals until she got to the tavern. As she landed her form twisted and shimmered until just a beautiful red headed woman with blood red lips was left of the great batwinged creature that had terrorized an entire village several miles away. The Bride of Dracula used her finger to wipe away the last drops of innocent blood from her crimson lips, and licked it from her fingers as she strolled into the bar.
"Good evening," she purred as she smiled at the other creatures of darkness in the place throwing her cloak back to show off her harem style turkish pink silk gown, and glorious red curls. "I would like wine. Thank you."