Vampire silliness

This is just a silly idea which occurred to me last night.

...she saw him standing like a bloodied crow on the windowsill. It was the moment she'd been praying for for years. He was here. He had come to take her away into the night. Grace got up from bed and walked over to him, fingering her necklace nervously.
"My dark Lord, I am yours!"
He sneered with joy at her and leapt to her neck, his fangs blazing glory in the twilight. Grace felt pain at first, then a rush like nothing else on Earth as he drained her. She felt her heart pounding with quickness, then a howling so inhuman... the constant howling, speaking of such great soulless pain and suffering...
She came to herself rather abruptly as she realised the Crow had stopped drinking and was looking at her strangely.
"My Lord, is it done? Am I your immortal slave now?"
The Crow stared at her and looked almost... afraid? He'd held his hand over his mouth
"My Lord...? I'm still bleeding, surely you thirst for more..." She offered herself to him once more, her blood steaming out of her artery. She was beginning to feel light headed now, surely her entry to immortality should be better than this?
The Crow stared fearfully, still covering his mouth, dripping blood between his fingers and down his chin.
Grace lost her patience at his hesitance.
"Hey, bleeding to death here, aren't you supposed to drink?!?"
"I broke my tooth on your necklace!" whimpered the Crow.
Grace was stunned.
"Oh."
The awkwardness seemed to be breeding babies of awkwardness, it was just soooo... awkward.
"Oh, well... uhm... I guess it... happens..." Grace said, fumbling for her dignity, and something to bandage the blood gushing from her neck.
"Wait, you don't think I'm less of a vampire, do you?"
"No, darling, it's fine."
"But I can still take you..."
"No, it's alright, it's fine."
"But we were so close..."
"No, I'm fine, you're fine, we're all fine. OK? It's fine." Grace somehow stopped the bleeding with her nightgown, and started guzzling water deeply from a bottle. She started feeling better (though not the kind of better she had been hoping for) and crawled back to bed.
The Crow looked heartbroken - more so than usual - and skulked to the foot of the bed. "Grace, this can't be the end. We need to be together, you and I, in darkness for all eternity..."
"Oh, I don't know..." Grace looked out the window thoughtfully, "Look, I guess I should tell you. There's another creature of the night, dear. He's a werewolf. He's always there, dependable, loyal... and his bark definately leaves a LOT of potential for his bite..."
"It's that cad, the Claw, isn't it!???" Crow sulked a little more. "I hate him! He is so... HAIRY! How could you, Grace? What did I do to you to drive you to him???"
"No, no, no, darling, it's not you, it's me. You're a wonderful, wonderful vampire, and I'll never forget you. You'll always be my special little guy." Grace's smile was so sweet it made Crow sick to (what was left of) his teeth.
"Then this is the end?"
"Yes, dear. I'm sorry."
Crow sadly stepped back out the window before turning back. "Will I ever see you again?"
"Oh, maybe, one of these days, we'll meet again and we'll be best friends."
"...but werewolves don't *like* vampires..."
"Don't trouble yourself, dear, it's fine. We'll be fine. Goodnight." Grace slammed the window on the Crow and shut the curtains.

"...can I have my tooth back?"