Bloodlust

Neko had not seen Waluigi in a while. He and his obnoxiously rude brother Wario had gone round the world in search for treasure, which, as Waluigi worte in a letter that never made it to Neko thanks to the Diamond Postal Service, was "very unsuccessful. Wario keeps on singing that infernal pirate song while sailing around in his sub-par umm... THING that he calls a boat. Am gradually losing sanity. Ciao for now, Waluigi"

The wife of who Wario had nicknamed "Mr. Twig" was lonely. She needed her man back before she fell head-over-heels with chiselled Viking adonises and serial killers. One night, as she lay in bed trying to sleep, she entered a sleepless dream, one of ambiguity and pining. There was a knock at the window. Neko looked out to see her Waluigi, hovering above the lawn, seemingly wanting to come in. Since this MAY have been a dream but we cannot be sure, Neko assumed that this was an everyday event, and let him in.
It was the same old Waluigi she had once knew, but something looked different. Was it the icy-pale skin that was stretched across his face like a ill-fitting patchwork of veins and scars? Was it the red tinge to the eyes that was different? Or was it the unfolded wings, spanning the room with the mendacity that giant wings devoid of feathers are supposed to omit? Or... Neko stared at the teeth... was it the fangs...?

"Vampire..."
"Don't worry Neko, I don't sparkle"
The petite ginger-haired girl wanted to stay in the room or run for help, but was in limbo, a turmoil of her feelings. All of a sudden, she metamorphasised into a crystalline being, the polar opposite of the demon she would become in times of darkness. She knew what her feelings were before she embraced the succubus with a passion not expressable in the mind of a human. She kissed him on the neck and he repayed the favour. Like other acts, it only hurt for a second before the rush came through like a gunpowder-darkened bullet tearing through silken cloth, destroying innocence and putting its fragments back together in an act of debauchery. This was not an angel with a dirty face, it was a dark being with the characteristics of the heaven that flowed from the metaphorical carcass of the divine creation.

Neko jolted awake. "It was just a dream..." she sobbed to herself as she went to the mirror to brush her hair. She noticed bite marks on her neck like the ones Waluigi had given to her in the altered state. "Or was it..."

"Neko, no matter where I am, I will always be a part of you... now more so than ever..."