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...
