He watched her silently from the other side of the room as she entered in naught but her silk robe. Victor had been reading something as he was lying on his bed, a blanket wrapped around him. The young vampire was starting to enjoy his vampirism, being that he was more spry and active. His sex drive had skyrocketed, he wanted to have sex more. But he hated not being able to go into the light.

That was a drawback. But Lydia would suit him. He did still know love.

Standing near him, Lydia’s eyes gazed to him. They reminded him of a pair of emeralds that sparkled in the sun. He saw her smile. “I didn’t know you’d be home so early, Victor.” Her voice was a pleasant tone, mixed with some surprise to it.

“Well, I got done things early,” he told her. It was not far from the truth. He had made the repairs on the roof that were damaged from the storm the night before. Only a few shingles had blown off, but he had to replace them. He had to work when it was starting to grow dark so the sun would not burn him as much. Still, he did get weird looks for being fully clothed in mid summer from the villagers. “The roof wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.”

Lydia smiled at him. “That’s good, hun. We don’t have to worry so much about it now.” Her auburn tresses hung past her shoulders, framing her face. She shivered a little, however. “It is rather cold in here for some reason. Is there a draft?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Well, I’m going downstairs a moment for a drink. I’ll be back up shortly.” Then, teasing, she whispered, “Don’t disappear on me, lover.”

He winked. “Wouldn’t dream of it, vile temptress.”

Giggling, she headed downstairs, her robe trailing a bit behind her. Victor took a deep breath as he watched, knowing that just seeing her near naked form turned him on. He slowly got up, making his way to the door to get his robe so he could follow her. Her smell lingered in the air. Victor imagined her face once again and made a moan.

But she never wanted to go beyond touching. They had been ‘together’ for about a half a year and all she did was fondle. She did everything but penetration. He could make her feel good, but he never had his seed inside her. Something rose inside of him and he would wait until she got back to talk things over with her.

He did not have to wait long. Lydia brought up two glasses and a bottle of wine. She was drinking some as she walked into the room, handing Victor a glass. “Here,” she told him, her eyes lighting. “I thought you’d want some.”

Victor nodded, taking a sip. “Yes, thank you. I was parched.” Then, glancing to her, he took her hand. “Lydia, are you afraid to take this relationship any further?”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she sat on the bed. “Whatever do you mean?” Victor noticed she could not look away from him. “I’m happy being with you.”

“Well, I just wanted to know what you wanted to do.” He got up and saw her form on the bed, sitting and looking very confused. Sitting down behind her, he pulled her to him and she somewhat relaxed. “We’ve only done what I wanted to do in bed. Not what you wanted.”

She turned around and faced him. “Well, I’m frightened of sex, Victor. I never went that far.” Her hands wrung in nervousness as she tried to explain. “I didn’t want to tell you I was a virgin.”

“I didn’t ask that. I don’t mind,” he added, kissing her cheek. “I asked what you wanted to do.” His mouth went to her ear and she moaned a bit at his hot breath. “Lydia . . . can you listen to me for a minute?”

Her head nodded, a deep smile on her face. “Yes.”

Victor smiled. He could experiment with her now. First, he would implant the hypnotic suggestion before she slept. “I want to know your dark desires. I want to know how you would like to lose your virginity to me. Tell me, Lydia. Don’t hold back.” He waited, playing with a strand of hair.

“I want to be your slave, Victor. I want to be under your control.” Her voice was soft, but still in a moan. Feeling her opening, he noticed she was rather aroused as she spoke. “I want to have sex with you at your command. Follow your every whim.”

Playing with her thigh, he blew again into her ear. “You want that, Lydia?”

“Yes.” It lingered as she shook a bit at the movement of his fingers.

“Alright. But I can’t tonight. I’m very tired.” He stopped and placed his hand on her forehead. Soon, though, I will have your virginity, my love. Just as you wish. But sleep for me. Then as an afterthought, he added, When you near ‘dark desires’ next, you will cater to me, for you love me.

Still rather aroused, Lydia curled up into his arms, feeling a breast as she slept.

He awoke the next morning to an empty bed. Victor frowned and then remembered that Lydia had to go somewhere this morning. The first thought that came to his mind was to Lord Noe's estate, but then it registered that it was Sunday. She would be going with her family to church, to give prayer and thanks.

Suddenly, that seemed like too long. Just how long had he slept? His eyes glanced at the sky. Judging from how bright it was, it was almost noon. He sighed as he thought of his sweet Lydia.

Oh well. He needed to feed. Soon.

He turned over in bed and tried sleeping again.

The next time he awoke he heard the door open, followed by Lydia’s footsteps. Opening his eyes he saw her heading toward him, smiling softly in her usual manner. “Tired, Victor?” she asked. "It's almost dark."

Groggy, he nodded. “Yes. I had a headache.”

“Well, I wanted to get home earlier. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh?” He feinted shock. He knew that the hypnotic suggestion would make her aroused until she had sex with him. Sitting up, he asked, “What about?”

She blushed. “Well, I had a dream last night. You asked about my desires. I was embarrassed to tell you. I can’t remember if I did tell you, but I wanted to be in your complete control. I wanted to be your sex slave. I wanted to do everything you asked. The thought of it was very arousing. I wanted to finger myself right then, but then you said no. I had to wait until you were ready.”

Victor grinned, getting up and pulling her close. “Did you want to wait?”

“No, I didn’t. I wasn’t scared either. I was very aroused, Victor.” She blushed again as he saw her hand on her breast, fondling. “I am now, actually.”

Grabbing her hand, he put it back on her breast as to trace her nipple, hardening it. “Is it one of your darkest desires?”

Her hand went limp, he noticed, as he said that sentence. Her eyes glazed and her breath quickened. Victor put his hand on her face and turned her to him. “Lydia?” He was anxious as to what her reaction would be. “Are you alright?”

Her body turned to face him. Her nipples seemed to be showing through the shirt she was wearing. She pressed her body against his. “Yes, master.”

“How are you?” His voice was soft as he blew into her ear. A hand shot under her shirt and he felt her full breasts. She moaned softly as he pinched the nipples. “Tell me.”

“I feel so horny, master,” she moaned. “I want to fuck you right now.” Her hands grabbed his head and kissed him softly. “I can’t stop myself.”

Victor grinned. “Don’t, then. Just obey, Lydia.”

Her eyes glazed a bit more at the word, but she nodded. He let her go and she stood perfectly still for him. Her eyes were still locked with his as he heard his attendant's voice. "Master Victor, a man is here to see you."

"Coming, Mendre," he yelled. Turning to Lydia, he silently cursed and sighed. “Stand there until I come.”

“Yes, master,” she whispered as he closed the door.

Victor hurried to answer the door, just now noticing that all he had on was his boxer shorts. He cursed silently, hoping that whoever it was would be quick. He was hard. It was apparent if someone were to look at his boxers. Sighing softly, he opened the door to find another male there, one with long dark hair. “Darien.”

“Victor. How are you?” His cold grey eyes softened upon seeing him. “Are you doing well? I noticed you haven’t asked for my services in a few days. That hunger of yours should start kicking in pretty soon.”

Growling, Victor, bared his vampric fangs at his friend. “How did you find out about that?” His hand held the door, it shaking as he debated what to do. He tried to make sure no one in town had found out, but apparently they had. Victor had to end his curiosity quickly. “Well?”

“My master wanted to know, Victor. He asked me to fetch you to complete your transformation.” He bared his own teeth for proof before continuing. “Master would be pleased if you could join us, Victor. By all means.” Then, glancing to his attire, he chuckled. “Bring Lydia as well, as soon as you are done with your activities.”

“Tomorrow night, Darien,” Victor told him. “I think you’ll see a welcome surprise in her. She hasn’t been told about my vampirism, and it’s going to stay that way. I trust you will not tell her, as you understand the circumstances?” Damn, he wanted to go back to Lydia. He needed to finish his ‘suggestions’ and plant them in her head.

Darien nodded, long black hair moving as well. “Alright. I’ll be here tomorrow night, around this time.” His hand came up in front of his face as he muttered softly, a dark light around him as he disappeared.

Victor came back into their bedroom to still see Lydia standing there, eyes glazed over. He was pleased. His subject had fell under quite wonderfully. As he walked to her, he took a deep breath. “Lydia.”

“Yes, master?” Still in the same position.

“Come to master, darling.”

Her body moved woodenly as she walked over, right in front of him. Smelling her scent was arousing him greatly. But he wanted to finish his hypnotic suggestions, if she was going to go with him and Darien tomorrow. Taking her hand, he kissed it. “How do you feel, Lydia?”

She smiled. “I feel horny, master. I can smell you and I think of nothing but you inside me, unlocking my virginity. I want in so many ways to have sex with you. I can think of nothing else.”

“Sex, hmm? What kind of sex?” His hand played under her shirt and grabbed a nipple. A nice rack of breasts, if he recalled correctly. She moaned, her head turning. “Tell me, or I will continue caressing your breasts until you are so wet you can’t think of anything else.”

In a moan she said, “I want to ride you, master. Hard, and long. I think about riding and you pushing into me. I think about sucking your dick, I think about how it would please you, master.” At the mention of the word dick, he pressed it against her thigh. Oh, how he loved her moan.

“Lydia, I want you to remember my hand caressing your breast. When I do this, you will feel aroused and you will not fight me touching you. You will feel like you do now, only double. Understand?”

“When master touches me like this, I will feel horny,” Lydia whispered. “I will not fight master. Master loves me. Master will please me. Master will take care of me.”

Victor smiled. “That’s right.” Taking her and kissing her, he then walked to the bed. “Lydia. Tomorrow, master is going out with a friend. He requested you join. You will come with me. You will feel sleepy at around five, and come home from work with a headache. You will be sleepy when your carriage picks you up.”

“I will be sleepy. I will tell work I am sick. I will ride my carriage home, and be sleepy.” Lydia’s voice was dreamy.

“You will come home and think of how much you want to have sex with me, as you do now, Lydia. Come to me.”

His lover came to the bed and sat down in his lap. She seemed to fight the urge to seduce him. He was trying to break her of that. Luckily, he had a paper for her to read on the way home. Now he pulled it out and handed it to her. “On your way home, you will read this paper I am handing you. You will feel horny as you imagine my voice. You will think of nothing but how to please me, Lydia. When you get home, you will look for me. I will touch your hand and kiss it.”

As his hand felt her wet opening, Lydia whispered, “I will read this paper and think of how to please master. I will look for master when I get home.” A moan escaped her lips as he fingered her softly.

“When I kiss your finger, you will fall into a trance. You will then get ready to leave with me, and wear your sexiest clothing. You will not question why, you will do it. Then you will come to me and we will go. Understand, Lydia?”

“I will wear sexy clothing. I will not question. I will go with master!” She started writhing as he fingered harder.

“Stop.” Her moans stopped, but he relaxed. “You will remember one other thing. Master will tell you other things tomorrow. You must obey.”

“I must obey.”

Victor smiled. “Go put the paper next to the door so you remember to take it tomorrow.”

Sitting up, Lydia walked to the door and opened it, then walked out. His plan was working well.

The next day, Lydia felt rather strange as she was at work, writing out a contract for her lord. Her head was hurting. It was fine before she left for work. She was also rather tired, but she did not recall any strange activity happening at the estate. The words blurred as she continued to write. She needed to go home. Something told her she needed to go home.

She sat like that for a minute before her lord came over and stared. “Lydia, are you alright? You look rather pale.”

Shaking her head softly, the young woman shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t feel well. It’ll pass. I should get this contract done.” Trying to type again, Lydia shook her head, closing her eyes. “After all, you wanted the contract that King Rico and yourself talked over done for tomorrow, correct?"

The man nodded. "But you know, I'd rather you be at your best so no mistakes are made, Lydia. Go on home. Take care of yourself. You can come back in the morning and finish."

"But Lord Noe--"

"It is an order from your lord, Lydia." Softly, he added, "A lord's job is to take care of his subjects. What kind of lord would I be if I let you work when you were ill?"

Lydia smiled. "If you insist, my lord. But I will have to call my carriage early."

"No need. I'm sure Master Victor will take care of that. After all, he cares for you, does he not?" Lydia must have looked shocked because Noe then said, "I've seen you two together. It isn't a bad match, actually."

"I---" Lydia stuttered. "I should go." Hurrying to get her things, Noe took her arm.

"Be careful. A carriage is outside, waiting."

The woman with the mousy brown hair nodded. "Thank you. I will return tomorrow to finish this." Picking up her belongings, he noticed she picked up a paper and ran out the door.

When she got into the carriage, Lydia unwrapped the paper from its ribbon that it was placed in. She did not remember taking it, but she took the ribbon off it and found the words “For Lydia, my love” on the top of the note. How sweet, Victor, she thought as she started reading the paper, wondering what was on it.

A moment passed before she heard something. His voice in her head. She always imagined people's voices as she read notes. It helped the feeling become more clear behind it.

“Lydia,” Victor’s voice played through her head. “My jewel of hidden dark desires.”

The mention of her dark desires made her eyes blank as she read. Her mind went on auto pilot as she rode, listening to his voice. She remembered the night before, how horny she felt and her eyes rolled back a moment in the pleasure of simply obeying. It felt so good to obey him, her master. She wanted to return to that pleasurable state, and listened, smiling dreamily.

“That’s a good girl,” the voice continued inside her head. “You’re remembering your dark desires, aren’t you? My horny goddess, soon to be joined by her master and lover.”

“Yes!” Lydia whispered harshly. “Yes, Master!”

“I need you to be normal around your drivers, so act normal. But still listen to me."

Lydia nodded as he continued.

"In a moment, you will see me sitting in front of you. You will not jump, but remind yourself I was there with you to help you with your headache. Please repeat back to me what I have said.”

“I will see you sitting in front of me. I will remind myself that master was there with me to help me,” Lydia repeated in a breathy voice. She felt so aroused, listening to her master. She wanted to hear more.

“Lydia, put the paper to the side and look up.” She did so and saw her master, sitting in front of her. He smiled. She liked when master smiled, because she knew it pleased him. “You remember master’s instructions?”

“Yes.” Her eyes stared at him, seeing nothing, however.

"Continue to look at me, Lydia. Listen to master, for he has instructions for you.”

“Listen to master, Lydia,” she repeated.

He knew he had her. Her voice was dreamy as she said her last command. Victor knew that the name ‘Lydia’ did not exist in her mind, only the thought of pleasing her master did. He moved over to her seat and put his mouth next to her ear. He knew she was powerless to resist as he said his commands once more.

“When I say “Mistress of Dark Desires,” you will return to this, only three times more. I want you to feel sexy. I want you, when you come home, to look for the sexiest outfit you own and wear it. You will not question me, Lydia. You cannot question master. You love master.”

A smile was on his face as she repeated the words to him, deeper in his power.

“You will not remember seeing me. You will just remember that you are done reading the letter I have given you and you will want to come home. For the rest of your carriage ride, you will feel so horny, my mistress, so horny. You cannot stop the pleasure, you do not want to. Just enjoy the ride. You are almost to your master.” After he put the letter in her hands, he disappeared, knowing a hypnotized Lydia would hurry home, because her Master ordered her to.

She felt empty as she heard his voice die, shaking her head. “What, Victor?” Lydia’s voice whined for some reason and she felt rather good. Did she have an orgasm just hearing his voice? She knew it had a powerful effect on her, but she did not think it was that powerful.

Her mind wandered. She had just gotten done reading that note and imagined him being there, reading it to her. Suddenly she recalled seeing his sexy body. She wanted to look her best when she came home for him. But the thought dissipated, knowing she was trying to please her lover. And then . . .

"Lady Lydia, we've arrived to Lord Victor's estate, as you instructed."

Lydia was home. And her headache was gone.

When the driver opened the door for her, she shook her head, clearing it. Handing him a couple of gold pieces, she grabbed the paper and her purse, heading toward the estate.

Victor was waiting for her as she walked to the door. He saw her smile and throw herself at him, hugging him. “God, this has been a strange day.” Victor noticed that she just stayed like that.

“I had a headache all day, and then, I read that wonderful letter you wrote me. But I didn’t know . . .” Lydia blushed, he noticed as she covered her face. “I didn’t know how aroused you made me.”

“Really?” He was amazed at how much of a control his voice had on someone. “Why? Is there something you’re thinking of doing to me?” Laughing, he kissed her hand. “I can’t see you being a mistress of dark desires, Lydia.”

Her body slacked. Her mouth made a smile. And her eyes rolled in the back of her head, remembering her trigger for release. A moan escaped her lips as Victor kissed her. “Lydia, master needs you. Remember what master told you, Lydia?” His lips curved into a wicked smile, her dreamy gaze looking to him.

“Master told Lydia to dress very sexy.” Her eyes now closed as she thought of pleasing him. “Lydia must dress this way.”

“Open your eyes!” he commanded.

Obediently her eyes opened, never moving away.

“That’s better, Lydia. Go find an outfit. Master needs to go somewhere.”

Lydia let Victor go, walking away happily.

He followed her, trying to see where she kept all her clothes. He would need a few choice outfits for her, if she were to be kept as his personal sex slave. He did love Lydia, but he never wanted her to know about his vampirism. Never. It would tear her apart. But making her oblivious was something he could do by taking away her will.

As he walked into the room with her, Lydia searched for an outfit. She was totally unaware that her master had entered. Off went her normal clothing, the long billowy dress that she wore when she worked at Lord Noe's. He never watched her undress, never really got to see her naked. After she pushed down her panties and took off her bra, he decided to never let her wear underwear and a bra again. She must be revealing, he told himself.

Then, opening a drawer, he saw her take out a silk dress of red and one of black. She picked the black one out and Victor nodded in approval. He must have been with her at some time, since they look expensive. Perhaps a gift for a holiday? His mind thought as he then focused on her putting it on her skinny body. Victor noticed that her breasts were more round and ripe. Her secret opening was shaved and her legs and arms were accented. She went to another drawer to obtain undergarments when Victor said, “No, Lydia. Sexy, remember.”

“Yes, master.” Obediently she stopped, staring at him.

“Now, I want you to feel sexy. Are your breasts heavy?”

“Yes.”

“They will feel tingly. You will want to feel them. Now, feel them. Play with the nipples, do whatever you wish.” As he watched her, he saw her face alight with pleasure. She was getting off on this, he realised and stopped her. “Slip off the dress for master. Let him see your body, your beautiful, voluptuous body.”

Her hand untied the laces that she did the straps with and she let it fall to the floor, her breasts jiggling at her movement. Victor scolded himself. He must remain in control. “Cup your breasts and look in the mirror, Lydia. Tell master what you think of yourself.”

Holding them, she said, “I do not like how big they are, master. They make men look at me. Men only want me for my breasts.”

Victor smirked as he came behind her, removing her hands and cupping them himself. Lydia moaned joyously, remembering how it felt for him to hold her breasts. “Lydia, you will now love having breasts. You will remember master’s touch, how he can make you feel because they are so big. You cannot resist wanting more pleasure at master touching your breasts.”

“I want master to touch my breasts,” she repeated, moaning most of it out. “I will remember master's touch and I will not resist wanting more pleasure!” Her back arched as her face started to sweat.

“You also will not wear underwear or bras. You must show master your body.”

“I will not wear underwear or bras. I must show master my body.”

“Good girl,” Victor whispered. “Now, I will give you the pleasure you so wanted.” Licking her earlobe, he whispered again, “When I lick your ear, you will orgasm, only for me, Lydia. This is master’s spot for you. Repeat.”

“When master licks my ear, I will orgasm!! Only for Masterrrr!!” After her reinforcement, she did release and was still.

“Not yet, Lydia. You must get ready for master’s guests. Freshen up first and get ready.”

“Yes, master.”

A half an hour later, Victor heard his attendant calling for him. "Lord Victor, a man is at the door, asking for you."

"I'll be right there, Mendre," he told him, already down the stairs. Getting to the door, he knew who it would be. “Darien,” he once again said as he opened it.

“It is time, brother,” Darien told him. “It is time for us to join master.”

“Yes, I know. Please, hold on. I must get Lydia.”

Darien nodded. “I’ll come with you.”

Both walking toward her bedroom, Victor was met with her dressing in her black silk dress. They watched her and Darien nodded. “How did you tell her?”

“You’ll see. She is mine, now. If I cannot tell her what we are, then she will be forever in my thrall.” Walking over to Lydia, Victor smiled. “Lydia, it’s time to go. Follow master.”

Smiling happily, Lydia complied, repeating her command. She was behind Victor as he walked back to Darien. “We can go now, Darien,” he told him.

“Follow me,” the younger vampire said as he walked down the stairs and to the door.

“Victor,” a older man’s voice called to him. “I see you are well. And you have brought some juicy morsel along with you.” His fine ruby eyes gazed to Lydia. “And what is your name?”

Lydia did not answer. She would not answer for him. She would only obey her master.

“Lydia, go on. Answer him. Master commands you answer him.” This was softly whispered in Lydia’s ear.

Giggling, Lydia said her name to the older man. “Lydia.”

“And tell this man what you are to master, Lydia,” Victor breathed into her ear.

“I serve my master. Master loves me. I am his to worship, to serve.”

“Good girl,” Victor complimented her. “You listened well. Now, stand there. While you do, think your most erotic thoughts of what pleasures you wish to do to master. When you do, you will feel aroused and start to finger yourself, not caring where you are. Do you understand?”

Lydia was giddy as she repeated, already deeper into his spell. Her eyes rolled in her head as she put her hand under the short dress, her finger in her opening.

“I could not tell her, Master,” Victor told him. “I could not subject Lydia to a life of which we live. Instead, I offer her a life of nothingness, of blind devotion to her lover. She won’t know the difference living here. Her mind is almost stripped of her memories of her past, anyway.”

The man thought a moment and was starting to feel aroused himself watching Lydia getting off. “Well, I suppose that is alright, Victor, as long as you bring me vampire women to appease me. I do need pleasure, after all. All men do. But tell me, how do you fuck a human when you are a vampire?”

Victor smiled evilly. “I didn’t say she was going to stay human, Master. She is a virgin, after all.”

“You brought a virgin here?” Darien was in shock. “Do vampires have that much power over a woman?” Watching Lydia, he too, was starting to feel hard. “Must you continue that? I’m getting off watching that.”

Victor chuckled. “I had to let her vent somehow.”

“Well, I’m interested as to how this experiment will play out,” the elder vampire cackled. “I’ll let you proceed, Victor. Take her away though, in the room I have arranged for you.”

Victor nodded. “Thank you, Master.” He saw Lydia rapidly trying to climax and put a hand on her shoulder. “Stop, Lydia. I will let you climax in a few moments. Come with master.” He took her hand out of her wetness and licked it clean. Such a sweet taste, he thought.

“Come with master,” Lydia moaned as she walked behind him.

Watching them walk off, Darien shook his head. “You’re that interested in how hypnotism works? I thought you knew everything about it, Master.”

He receive a glare. “Darien, you’re just learning. Apparently Victor has excelled in his hypnosis abilities. But I wish to learn just how far you can hypnotize.” Cackling with glee, he then looked to Darien. “Remember your own assignment, Darien. I need a woman of fair blood. You can do whatever you want, take whatever kind of woman you want. But you must also remember that you should not take on more then you can handle.“ The older man chuckled. “I, Renevai, have been around longer then you, but I also know my limitations. And also that I can learn more each day.” He sighed. “Go, Darien. Do as I ask. I need some pleasure tonight.”

Darien nodded. “Yes, Master.” He walked off, trying to catch up to Victor hurriedly.

Smirking, Renevai stood up from his nice throne, thinking how much he wanted royal blood. And what person he wanted in particular from a royal family. His eyes gazed to a Spanish slave of his and called her. “Mireya, come to me.”

The petite Spanish girl rose and came to Renevai, her eyes dreamy like Lydia’s had been. She was a girl in preadolescence, but she also was not one of his hypnotic concubines. She was just there to do his bidding since he had her mother as a sexual slave. “How may I please you, master?” she asked in a whisper, as if fighting for control of herself.

“Get me the green bottle on the shelf near the door,” he commanded. “Make sure to be careful while bring it to me.”

“Yes, master,” she replied, walking over to get it.

He watched her steps. She will grow to be a good slave, he thought. But I should get her more clothes to hide herself in. After all, she is a woman. They do subconsciously want things. Seeing her hands take the small vile that he requested, she turned around, sleepy brown eyes gazing in admiration at her master as she walked back.

“Good girl,” he told her as she put it in his hand. “Thank you, Mireya.” He took something off the table beside him. To anyone else, it looked like a normal piece of candy. But to his slaves, they were reinforcements of their hypnotic programming. In them was a special serum that one of the elder vampires had used to make people under their control. Since the elders were women at first, they were for the women because women only had control of men. But now, he used them for his slaves, since he grew weary of exerting his power on them. “This is for being a good girl to master.”

Her eyes grew wide as she took it and greedily ate it.

“What do you say, Mireya?” Renevai prompted.

“Thank you, master!” Her grin was one that he recognized; it made them feel good that they had followed orders. He knew most women secretly wanted to be submissive to a man, and he used that to their advantage. Even children, he found, had this fantasy in their subconscious.

“Good girl. Go sit down now.”

He watched her sit, amused by how easily this one listened. But no matter. He wanted royal blood. He longed for a challenge. He found royal princess were the most stubborn of their lot. And he already had one in mind.

Darien reentered the room. “Master, you said fair blood, right?” He was panting.

He ran back? Funny, I thought he fed, Renevai thought. Then, roaring, he shouted, “Yes, I said that, you fool!” Then his eyes softened, his bout of anger disappearing. “Why?”

“Well, I remember you had me track a fair Spanish princess a while back,” Darien told him in between breaths. “The one with the curly black hair?”

Renevai smirked. “Ahh, the hater of vampires. Yes. What of her?”

“Well, I sent those vampire thralls after her, like you requested. The warriors?”

Renevai nodded, his neck length silver hair tickling his neck. “What of it?” He was starting to get annoyed.

“She defeated all of them. What’s worse is that someone was with her as she did so.”

A laugh came from the elder vampire. “So our warriors are not a match for the princess. Well, there should be other means of defeating her. She’s cost me a lot of promising thralls already.” Thinking, he then said, “Darien. I have an idea.”

“Master?” Darien inquired.

“You remember what you were before you were a vampire? What you still are?”

Darien looked confused. “A lord. But I don’t understand.”

“Lords are called to go to court, you understand. She is of royal blood. You are a lord. And she is not married, correct?” As Darien’s eyes came to the realisation, Renevai smiled. “You understand now?”

Darien nodded. “Yes, but I still don’t see how–“

“I didn’t say for you to think, did I!?” he roared again. He saw Darien step back, shaking his head fervidly. “I thought not. I will take care of that. You just listen to me, understand!?”

“Yes, Master!”

Smiling, Renevai turned back around. “Oh, and before you come back, make sure you feed. I don’t need anymore dead servants. That princess costs me enough of them.” He heard Darien leave again and laughed softly, looking around at his slaves, at the door and finally walking toward the door. “Princess, I will have you,” he whispered as he shut his chamber doors, eager to see the progress with his newest slave.