The dark dreariness of the night was like none other, yet it felt just the same as every night he could remember. It seemed as if the cooling fog was acting as a shield, trying to block out the horrid smell of the grounds. It wreaked of blood, death, and decomposition. He thought to himself about the number of bodies buried around his manor. How many women had he lured to his castle? How many bodies had he drained of life? Too many to count. He Thought about the beautiful women he had killed mercilessly.
He looked toward Elustra, His slave, He remembered how he had lured her toward his castle. He had cause her to hallucinate, The images she saw made something awaken in her, A lust that she had long ago repressed, She became crazy and had barged into his manor, begging for him to make her his, Wanting him to own her. and he had done just that. He had thrown her down onto the marble floor and fucked her until she screamed and then drained her blood from her neck when she reached the height of orgasm. he could not of course let such a treasure go to waste and he quickly made a cut in his wrist and had her drink from him. causing her to become immortal, Just like him. He had searched long and hard to find a woman like this, But He hadn't been able to he buried the bodies Of the women around his castle, all the failed attempts at finding a slave.
But after she had become a vampire she became too submissive She would do whatever he demanded but there was none of the lust and passion that was there before. He walked over behind her slowly as she stared out the window of the highest tower.
"Master, You are displeased with me?" She said in a soft voice.
"Why do you say that?" He asked, staring at her reflection in the window. Her long straight black hair, Her pale whit skin, the blood red lipstick...
"maybe it's the sad look on your face... or, maybe it's the silver stake you have aimed at my heart..." She looked into his eyes in the reflection and smiled. "Good bye master..."
"Good bye." and with that he thrust the stake into his lovers heart...
She woke up screaming, Not in fear, But in ecstasy, and in frustration, For the last week she had been having the dream about a tall man, with short brown hair and deep blue eyes, he stood over her gently rubbing and caressing her breasts. His hand sliding down to her pussy and tracing circles around her clit.. But the dream had always Ended just before she reached climax. Sh tried to remember more about the man. He was tall, and well built, short hair and gorgeous blue eyes, very handsome. But there was something... dark about him. something she couldn't place. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep and ignore the wetness between her legs.