I met Carmedelia in a tavern on a dark night at the tavern in our small country town after a long hard day's work in the fields of my lord's land. She was a young, beautiful brunette with wild, long, brown hair that hung below her shoulders.
Her eyes were a dazzling deep sparkling green that hypnotized all that gazed upon her. She had a sensual soul stirring low, velvety voice and creamy white skin that drew me to her.
Carmedelia was a mesmerizing, slender yet busty woman with deep red rouge on her cheeks. She had a seductive, sexy smile, thin, blood red lips and long, slender red fingernails that she ran haphazardly over the wooden planks of the table when she spoke.
I ordered a tall mug of bitter pale ale and talked to my fellow surfs in the tavern trying to keep my mind off of the seductive beauty, Carmedelia, but it was impossible to keep my mind and eyes off of her svelte form as she seemed to float around the tavern.
Every time she caught my eye I felt strange yearnings and my loins felt like they were on fire as though I was under some kind of spell.
When she looked my way and began to walk seductively swinging her hips towards my table her eyes seemed to be ablaze with a passionate fire that I'd never seen before in a lady. My fellow surf quickly moved away leaving me alone at the table to await my fate with Carmedelia.
As I gaze at her my heart becomes ablaze with the strange and mysterious fantasies that I see in her deep, lifeless yet sensuous, fiery, green eyes which make me long for the thrills of her darkly passionate and forbidden desires of wanton, amorous lust as I become lost in the hypnotic spell of her darkest unquenchable needs.
She reaches for my hand with long, ghostly, cold, white hands and wraps her long, dagger like blood red fingernails around my hand and pulls me into her chilling embrace and leads me into the eerie darkness of the moonless night.
Then she lifted me into the chilly air and we float above the dank earth of the fields to a high dark ledge high above the raging waters of the deep blue seas.
We alight on the ledge and I look down to the water and see it raging violently with seeming evil intent and disturbing thoughts enter my mind. As I gaze into the waters Carmedelia takes me by my trembling hand and begins to lead me down a dark passageway through a cavernous cave lit by the eerie, hypnotic glow of the dancing flames of oddly carved torches.
We glide through the wet, rocky, dank passage way until we reach the other side and I see a huge castle with gothic spires on every corner and a tall bell tower.
As we approach the bells begin ringing playing a spooky, mind numbing tune that makes my mind weak with terrible fright. I am led through a tall dark gate with frightening, eerily glowing skeletons hung upon it then Carmedelia binds my hands with thick, silken, black cords.
She leads me through the courtyard to a large ivy covered door in the castle and opens it forcing me to enter the dark cavernous great hall.
She pushes me to the ground and places a black collar around my throat and attaches a long leather cord to it and begins to pull me toward a dark, frightening chamber adorned with weird cult-like symbols at the far end of the great room.
As we enter the dark chambers candlelight suddenly, magically blazes to life and I can see a large stone alter adorned with iron shackles and a small trench circling it in the middle of the room. Its walls are adorned with long, silken, blood red curtains that glow mysteriously in the flickering firelight.
I am led by Carmedelia to the far wall and forced to my knees before long, weirdly chiseled ornate marble columns with bloody shackles and chains attached to a slumping half decayed skeleton.
From a small marble table she picks up a silver chalice and pours some sweet smelling deep red wine into it and places it back onto the table. Then viciously pulls on my leash constricting my throat causing me to gasp in the dank air and leads me to the dark, bloody alter.
Carmedelia binds my feet with more of the thick, silken cords and begins to chant in a strange language causing me to rise from the floor and float above the bloody alter. She places her hands upon my chest and pushes me onto my back and leaves me to hover above the horrifying alter as she begins to chant again.
A few minutes later she stops chanting and walks over to a dark doorway and enters leaving me horrifyingly alone and frightened out of my wits. After a long agonizing wait Carmedelia returns adorned in a long, black silken robe and hood with a slender, curved, sliver dagger and sheath with mystic symbols carved into its handle attached to her side. She begins to chant as she slowly walks to the table and picks up the chalice and raises it into the air.
The room begins to spin before my eyes making me dizzy as smoky, white mist begins to rise from the floor engulfing me with its hypnotizing, toxic scent.
Pretty soon I become unable to move my arms and legs nor can I speak or move and lay suspended in the smoky air. Carmedelia floats over to my and begins to cut my clothes away with the dagger. As she begins to push me onto the bloody alter and my tattered clothes mysteriously fall to the ornate stone floor and lay in a heap.
As she begins to chant again she circles the dark, bloody alter tracing my naked body with her long, blood red nails ghostly, skeletal figures with glowing red eyes begin to float into the room and encircle the cold alter moaning eerily. My paralyzed eyes gaze into hers and I see that they've turned from dazzling green to a translucent grey and become more frightened.
Carmedelia moves away from me and beckons the ghostly figures to come to her. As they reach her svelte form one by one they begin to bow paying silent homage to the dark mastery of the beautiful Vampire goddess. She begins to recite some ancient incantation and rise to the air and floats over to my bound form.
