Dracula had a thing for braces. Retainers did it for him too. There was nothing more seductive or inciting than the forced structural and cosmetic correction of teeth. It was even better when the braces caused his victim to have a slight lisp as they spoke. It drove him crazy.

He day dreamed (in his sleep) about feeding on his metal mouthed beauties. As his obsession grew, he spent more and more of his free time perusing orthodontic websites and trade magazines. He even considered attending a national convention for orthodontists that met in Boca Raton, FL.

Before he knew it, his lust for blood could only be satisfied when supplied by a human whose smile reflected the moonlight. Regular teeth just didn’t excite him. He knew it was going to eventually cause a problem.

Maybe he could just open his own practice.