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Ever since I was I was small child I have never left the manor. I have always been confined to the manor since the day I was conceived. It was my birthright to never leave until the day I was deemed a woman. Of course that day had come far too soon when the winter months came and the snow began to fall from the skies and stick to the windows. I was sixteen at the time. Carmilla had plans to go to the ballet and as a respected member of society and a vampire mistress she upheld social gatherings and meetings and keeping in touch with her culture and arts at the same time. The mistress was very fond of music, art and literature. Every now and then she would go to the opera or symphony and when the ballet was in town she would see them. She had a flawless record of never missing a show. I had heard Swan Lake was coming and I jumped at the opportunity. Every year the ballet came into town she always told me I could never go, convinced I was too young or that I was not behaved well enough. This year I was going to prove them all wrong. I begged and pleaded to my mistress to let me attend the show. I wanted to prove that I was everything she had trained me to be and more, that I was the perfect blood doll, obedient and beautiful in every way.



After some convincing I finally got her to say yes. That was when my eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat. I would leave the house and see something of the world…I would hear music and see dancing that was not in the manor. That was when daddy went out and bought me a dress for the occasion with matching jewelry and everything.



I was going to be a marvel.



It was a pink long gown that clung to my pubescent body, my curves exposed, my ample breasts blossoming and my cleavage exposed. There an expensive set of pearls hung from my neck with diamonds dangling from the middle and my ears. My long brown hair was placed in an elaborate up-do so it was out of my face. Carmilla even made sure her make-up artist visited me to color my cheeks rosy red, my lips a shade of pink and highlight my eyes with light black. Under my dress a corset held my back straight and a pair of white lacy panties graced my legs. Ropes were bound together under everything to keep my breasts in a secure bondage. My stomach was wrapped and a rope was securely placed into my womanhood. It was uncomfortable but it was to make sure I would behave.

No one had any idea that I wore such intricate bondage underneath my gown, but no one but my lady and daddy would see me in my naked form anyway. All I knew is that the public would lay eyes on me….the prized possession of Carmilla. I remember when we walked into the halls of the theatre I was admired and gazed at by everyone there as I hung on my daddy’s arm with pride. I was bound to make my mistress proud. He smiled down at me and encouraged me further till we found our seats and the show began. I was in awe and speechless I had never witnessed anything so beautiful before.





I didn’t want it to end.



As the lights came back on we applauded and I stood up crying and happy. My daddy gazed at me before whispering something to me. “We have an after party to go too follow me.” He said before he lead me out on his arm. I did not know what he meant by that neither Carmilla nor Daddy said anything about a party afterwards. Daddy ended up leading me to a large private room in the theatre. It was guarded by two men in suits who said nothing to me. They simply gazed at me and opened the doors inside the room there were gentlemen all who had attended the performance. All dressed in their Sunday suits and finest Italian leather. I started to get weary. I was still not used with interacting with other aristocratic vampires before sure I had been to manor parties where I would sit and watch as the aristocracy would mingle and show me off but I was not allowed to speak nor move if I wished. I was there to look pretty after all I was just a doll. Daddy led me in and the doors shut behind me I grew nervous as a group of gentlemen got up and greeted up. They all took my hand one by one and kissed it eyeing down me in a suspicious way before long daddy had let go of my arm. I tried to reach back for him but all he did was wave back to me as I saw him go off with a few of the overly dressed women from the performance. I stood there in shock as I was being pulled into the room with the group of gentlemen.



My dressed had been unzipped from the back as one gentleman claimed my lips another pulled my by my wrist and started kissing the supple flesh there. I cried out in desperation as my corset was unlaced from the back. My clothing fell to a pile on the floor as I stood in my bondage the only garment in the world protecting me were my lacy panties. My whole body was being paid attention too and without even thinking my panties had been forcefully pulled down. I cried as I was pulled back by my hair my crotch rope was released as I fell to the ground. Each gentleman was hovering above me as my legs were pulled back as I felt an intruding tongue on my clit. I yelled before my mouth claimed in another kiss, both my breasts had a vampire sucking on a nipple and my wrists were being paid attention too and eventually they were bit into as I screamed into the mouth of the gentleman. I suddenly looked down to feel his tongue was no longer on my intimate area, but his long erect cock was positioned right above me.



I shuddered.



I knew the night was not to end there and it didn’t. Every vampire in that room had their turn with me until I was left on the floor covered in my own essence and semen. I could hardly breathe as I shivered there. Where was daddy? Where was Carmilla? It seemed I was the only one left in that room till I had passed out. I didn’t remember a thing till the next day. Had all my training really been helpful was it to lead up to an after party? I still lay awake at night thinking about it, how my perfect evening ended so abruptly and my daddy left me there with those vampire strangers. In my heart he was all I had, I of course forgave him, but it still hurt.

Only a few days later they found my angel.



She was no more



I had visited her every day to make sure she was fine, she was my angel of course and I was to make sure she was to stay safe. I wanted to bring her back to the castle with me but I knew it was too good to be true. I wish I didn’t have to leave her there, the birds had taken a liking to her flesh the insects had started the process of devouring her very insides. There was nothing I could have done everyone wanted my angel and everyone had my angel. They town’s people took her away deeming her unworthy to look at. Had my work been frowned upon that I tried to save this poor angel? I did not dwell on it for long I just remembered when I sat in the throne room next to my mother she read out the whole story to me. Her name was Tawny, and she was from the village. They decided she was murdered and they were looking for her murderer; however I knew she killed herself when I watched her that one day. The angel was not happy, the angel was glum about something and it was too much too soon.



I was now six years old and it had been a year since I took in my first angel. Ill admit she still makes me heart jump whenever I think about her so I try not to think much about her. I will admit there are days where all I can think about it her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on and as far as I knew there was no one that could pale in comparison to my angel. However, I kept busy with other things now that a boy my age should have been doing. My favorite thing to do was hunt. I had a simple flint lock pistol given to me by my father when I turned six and he taught me to shoot. I was not very fond of my father, but he had been useful in that aspect. I was quite the shot I could shoot accurately from long distances and kill things easily with my new weapon. I hunted small animals near the castle; my pistol was not strong enough for anything much bigger then a small bird or a tree rat. My favorite things to hunt were the small birds that flew around in the mornings. I grew a fascination with them, small wings, tiny beaks and the sweet sounds of chirping they made in the mid afternoons.



I usually took them in and stuffed them and kept them for my own amusement. Sometimes I took the small carcasses and attached them to some of my mother’s hats. She seemed to enjoy them and she looked nice in them. The small bird heads that decorated her hats were certainly a statement with the other ladies in the courts, however none of them questioned the realistic birds they were. I don’t think my mother seemed to care either, she thought it was cute. I crept through the bushes silently and looked at all of the bright and colorful birds out today. There were so many out I was having a hard time picking just one so I figured picking a species I didn’t have much of would be good so I pointed my gun at a cardinal and aimed carefully. The beautiful red bird was within reach now as I continued to aim carefully. Within a few shots of my pistol the bird fell to the ground and the birds around me scattered about and away from me. I showed myself and picked up the bird by the leg holding it up. It was bleeding and the mark was deep. It wouldn’t be much to fix and it would make a fine specimen for my growing collection.



I started walking back putting the dead bird in a box I held in my hand I would deal with it soon as I got to the safe haven of my room. I started walking back to the castle making my way towards my room. It was only shortly after I walked into the throne room my mother sat gazing at me. I had not noticed the harsh stare of my father because I was too entranced with my mother. My mother was not that most beautiful woman in fact her beauty was rather limited at the time. Queen Louvia the first. A word and wit of her own and dull immortal eyes that stared at me. Her lack of beauty was depressing and I had seen her mother. She was almost a goddess at her old ripe age. It was something I envied, however I wondered why my mother did not inherit such beauty. Her eyes seemed to be lacking passion and yearning for something more. They were so dull and listless her chocolate colored eyes were.



It made me wonder what exactly my mother craved for. Not only did her eyes show her true self the way she dressed it was not extravagant, but bland. The colors she wore and chose on a day to day basis did not match her and she hardly wore anything on her face to bring out any features that may have been acceptable. My mother had potential to be beautiful and yet she never tried or seemed to care. It was my understanding that queens were supposed to be vain and my mother was not. My mother on the other hand was the opposite she probably did not notice like I did. Whenever I stared into her eyes I knew something was missing from her and she knew it too. I don’t know why she continued to hide herself and yet there was nothing I could do. I did not stop to greet any of them as my father glared at me from his throne. My mother smiled and waved. I bowed my head out of respect and made it back to my room.



My bird wasn’t going to make itself presentable and my parents had no need for my company so I paid no mind to them.

She brought the wine glass up to her ruby red lips and raised a brow before sipping it. She knew she should have not let anyone fix her own drink but her, but she figured what harm could be done. After all the man was in fact holy there was no need for him to poison or sedate her drink. She paused and downed the drink before she looked up at him with cautious brown eyes. “This is the blood of Christ?” she asked watchfully setting the crystal glass down and staring at the silver haired man before her.



“Yes and the bread is the body of Christ.” He replied looking to the youthful girl standing in his office. She said nothing more going to sit on his desk with no respect for the papers he had sitting on there already.



“Hmm, I never did understand religion; however I was not fortunate enough to grow up with it.” She replied looking at her nails before looking to the holy man that sat below her. He loosened up his collar and stared at the beauty before him. She was hardly something acceptable that would walk into the house of god. She wore a black lacy corset and a matching black skirt. She wore a red jacket over them. It did accent her curves and show off her long legs that were covered in black stockings and held up with black garters. He didn’t fail to notice the guns that were lodged in them.



“Young miss what brings you to my office?” he asked. The woman giggled before she leaned back on her arms looking at him.



“Simple the lady Evariste wants you to stop sending her letters.” He raised a brow. Ah, so the pretty assassin was working for her! The little she devil in disguise. He gritted his teeth. How bold of her to send someone he thought. Why didn’t she just reply back to his letters!



“If that were the case she should have just written me back. Or are you here to kill me?” he asked nonchalantly. The assassin took the pistol from her garter belt and brought it to her lips she kissed it once before pointing it to the priest she then moved it to it was back at her lips she opened her mouth and flicked back the trigger so it was loaded.



“You’re clever the master isn’t one the play games.” She smiled as she sucked the pistol in her mouth before he gritted his teeth once more. His eye twitched as he pushed his chair back.



“If you’re not here to kill me what do you want?” How dare she defile god in such a delicious way with those lips…that terrible she devil. She must be punished! The assassin sat up and walked closer to him.



“Why do you think I’m here? "Why do you think i'm here? I am the sin that makes you weep...I am the sin that makes you get on your knees and beg." she spoke looking at him not moving any closer. "Have you looked sin in the face immaculate catholic boy? Am I not everything you wanted and more?" she asked, now teasing him. She had a small smile on her face. The man had a surprised look on his face. He then looked as if he had been insulted.



"You know nothing of what I want, dirty, filthy she devil..." he hissed before lifting his arms extended to grab the gun from her and toss it aside. With that filthy weapon out of the way, his arms pulled her down pushing her against his desk, ass up and a wicked grin forming on his lips, "You're probably used to this position aren't you…little whore!" The assassin whimpered.



“I’m a doll not a whore.” She corrected him she had a rather innocent look at her face. There went her weapon of defense. She sighed. A smirk formed on his lips as he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a paddle. It was used to lightly tap the orphan boy’s asses if they bad. He figured it could be used for other purposes. He raised it up and smacked her ass hard with it. She yelped.



“I should beat you. You’re a delicious piece of Evariste trash.”

She sat against the warmth of the fireplace, placing her hands near the flames. The blankets that had once covered over her shoulders keeping her warm were now at a pile around her waist. She looked up noticing the details around the small parlor. They were little details of decoration and festivities. She decided to decorate for Christmas this year that she had taken such a fondness to it. They usually always celebrated Christmas, but she never had any real decorations that she cared to put up in time.



In honesty she was always late with a tree when she decided it was a good idea to proceed with it she was always self conscious and always had second thoughts about celebrating it. It was because Christmas had been the most festive time of the time that her, her foster father and step sister were the closest and she could never remake those memories, in fact she tried to forget those old memories of past Christmases’. This year she had decorated the walls with garland and poinsettias on the mantle and for Konstantin she put up Yelka around the garland to remind him of home. The holidays always put the mistress is a foul mood, no matter time of the year it was and Christmas always seemed to depress her. She wasn’t sure, but she seemed to recall the holidays always never being about her and always being about her sister. How she loathed her sister for getting everyone’s attention especially when she was little. She would not say she was a neglected child, but her sister always had all the attention graced by her foster father. She looked down.



This time though she had gotten a tree and it was a marvel, a decorated splendor of envy that anyone (even her sister) would be jealous over! This year she made Konstantin and a few other servants go out and find the perfect pine, it was twice the size of the mistress herself and stood about the same height as the parlor. She lived in a manor so the rooms were already huge and the big tree would make the room seem more homely she didn’t want anything smaller in fear of her attention growing short of it. She wanted something magnificent she could decorate and admire for days until Christmas. She was excited when they brought in the large tree after the long day of being out all morning. They had been sure to make her happy and bring her the largest and most primped tree of the outdoors around them.



Both the mistress and Konstantin decorated it with long strands of beaded garland in all colors that she had made a long time ago. She also used red ribbons to tie to the branches, tying each branch to make sure nothing went bare. The very last decoration was to add candle holders and light candles on each branch of the tree that lit up beautifully. She was pleased with how it turned out and it made her a little happier about the holidays no matter how much they seemed to bring her down. Whenever she stared at that tree it made her think of possibilities of the holidays rather than the outcome, usually she ended up with a hang over on Christmas day and with an untreated fever.



Konstantin promised her and himself this year would be different; however he had no control over his mistress’s drinking. She gazed out the darkened window, everything was covered in a thick blanket of snow and it was still being piled on with the falling snow from the heavens above. It would truly be a white Christmas. It had been for the last few years that she had moved here, but it was honestly far too cold for her. She should have moved someplace warmer, but it was too late for that now she was quite content where she was. It had been five years since she moved from her home in Paris she originally moved to Versailles, but during the holidays she went to a resort because she loved the snow so much. Looking back she never really enjoyed Paris as much but there were times where she missed her foster father. She looked back to the tree admiring it once more; it really did bring up her spirits. It made her think of her father.



He was a wonderful man; however she fondly remembered that he wanted nothing to do with her. It was a few weeks before Christmas and she was shunned onto the streets of Paris like a street urchin because Charlotte got into a heated fight with her. She remembered she broke her nose and nearly burnt her face as she held her head into the fire place. She would have liked to admit she was a little too violent, but Charlotte had started it. At least she had some sort of satisfaction, ruining her face for Christmas. Too bad it was nothing long term, but she could tell with Charlotte being the vain woman she was she would mourn every night over her wounded face. That brought a small smirk to her face.



“Mistress.” Called a voice behind her, she looked back to see Konstantin with a solemn gaze on his face in his hands he carried a silver tray with two mugs on it. He always looked so droll and bored these days as if something else was on his mind, usually she wouldn’t have cared but Konstantin was her favorite…her little pet. She couldn’t help but feel concerned for him. He hadn’t been himself for the past few months; he’d stay silent, agree with her and help her with tasks. Now he looked miserable doing any task she assigned him, even things that he liked to do. He simply looked terrible. She wondered if it was something she did? She turned her body around to face him, placing her hands now in front of her. He said nothing more placing the silver tray he held in his hands down on the table. There were two mugs of hot chocolate placed before her. She smiled at him.



“My strong man you are. Are you going to have some hot cocoa with me?” she asked. He nodded, his golden colored eyes staring down at his beloved mistress.



“If you do not mind mistress.” He said before taking a seat next to her. She nodded.



“It’s Christmas Eve I don’t wish to be alone.” He looked back at her.



“As I recall mistress you liked to be alone during this evening. You haven’t even called in Alexander.” He said nonchalantly. She paused. She hated when he brought up her other servants names. It was only between them now, no other servants could compare and even though her affections were spread she still found herself infatuated with Konstantin. Even after all those long years of service her desire burned strong for him. It wasn’t anything lusty and there was hardly a physical relationship like what she had with a few other servants, no Konstantin and her were almost mutual friends. Only he knew his place he knew he was below her and she was the mistress in which he had every duty to service no matter what the task. Konstantin had a certain euphoria that he always brought inside of her and she always yearned for more.



“I don’t wish for his company tonight I wish for yours and only yours...” she looked up.



“I’m feeling much better.” He nodded.



“That is wonderful mistress.” He said, taking her mug off the tray and handing it to her.



“It’s still rather warm mistress so please be careful.” He spoke. She nodded before blowing on it then taking a small sip.



“You certainly know how to treat a woman Konstantin.” His face remained expressionless as he stared into his hot chocolate. He knew it was a rare treat for them to have such a thing and he should be grateful but he still felt rather empty. Chocolate was still a rarity in France and only those with money could afford it as well as sugar. They had plenty of sugar; however he didn’t require any being as human food hurt to digest sometimes. Being a vampire meant he could not ingest such human temptations properly, but he wished to make his mistress smile and drink the chocolate. He stared into the hot chocolate blowing on it to make it easier to drink. He had been feeling rather constricted lately.



He had been feeling this way for a long while. Often times he sought back to when the feeling began to haunt him. Every night when he was working he thought long and hard as he watched his mistress sleep peacefully in her bed. As he thought he closed his eyes it slowly started coming to him, perhaps it was when ever since he had taken her that one time? He had never felt the same ever since it was like something had taken a tourniquet on his heart and increased the pressure every time he desired to breath. Breathing had been extremely difficult even though he did not need to breathe as much as a living human did it still hurt and even more it hurt to look at her.



She didn’t get mad…well he hadn’t mentioned it to her. In fact after their evening of passion he left her laying there naked till the next morning and she didn’t mention a thing of what had happened. He assumed she forgot it in her drunken stupor, and he didn’t bother to remind her of what had happened. He took a deep breath before picking up his mug. “Thank you mistress.” She nodded and scooting closer to him. Konstantin sipped the bitter drink and tried not to think of it so much. He knew that his mistress would not be pleased with him if he didn’t at least pretend to like it.



“You don’t have to drink that if you don’t want too I know you can’t have mortal food.” She placed her hand on his mug and placed it down. He nodded; it tasted like watery ash with a hint of sweetness from the chocolate. It was something he hadn’t tasted in a long time. They sat there for a minute before she cupped his cheek. “Konstantin what do they call Pere Noel in Russia?” she asked. He paused to look at her; the question had caught him off guard.



“Dedushka Moroz.” He spoke. “Is your Pere Noel I believe? He is father frost, I think in Russia there is no Pere Noel.” He replied as he looked down at her. She stroked his cheek.



“Well who brings the presents?” she asked with a giggle.



“Babushka.” He spoke to her as he placed his mug down. She stared alittle wide eyed.



“Babushka? What does that mean?” she asked, not knowing any words in Russian.



“It’s an old Russian legend. She would probably be your Pere Noel.” She paused and rested her head on his shoulders.



“Konstantin?” she asked. He looked down at her, his breathing getting harder once more as he stared at her innocent eyes.



“Y-yes mistress?” he asked



“Do you miss it a lot?” she asked with a small frown, she stroked his face and placed her mug down. He didn’t look at her, his eyes glazing over as he looked sullen in thought.



“Sometimes I try not to think about it, after all I have you mistress and I have a wonderful life here serving you.” She smiled. Konstantin had grown up in Russia all his life until fairly recently they moved back to France and she took him with her. She established that she could not live without him and she needed him after the few encounters they had in the forests. Being that she was a slave keeper she took him in as her own and he willingly went with her…of course she didn’t seem to think twice if it was her girlish charm that forced him to come with her.



She offered him a new life and he took it.



There were times of course where he thought solely of Russia and his home back in Moscow, but that was a distant memory from now. He had nothing to go back too if he were to return him, everyone was gone and his home was probably gone as well or maybe it was exactly how he left it: Cold and lonely. “Thank you; you’re my favorite for a reason.” She giggled. Konstantin took her hand and kissed it. He was tempted to bite into her wrist from how her skin looked in the fireplace shadows. It was too very tempting. He blinked and took a double take slowly it had only been a few days since he fed and already he wanted more. All along her wrists there were cuts and marks because she let him feed from her there and often times she would slice open her own wrists and let the blood flow into the tea or into his mouth. Those were only special moments where she let him drink from her open wounds it wasn’t very lady like of her in her opinion, so it was rare she ever let him drink from her open wounds. He looked into her eyes and nodded. She stroked his cheek and learned forward. “It’s almost Christmas.” She spoke. She paused looking down as if she were in thought. “You know…I didn’t ask for anything this year Konstantin, you know I never for anything from anyone.” She said as she looked into his eyes. He looked back at her.



“Yes mistress?” The young woman still had her eyes on the ground.



“You know I am not like other women demanding to be showered in gifts and wanting expensive presents. That is where Charlotte and I differed.” She took his large hand in hers.



“Mistress?” he asked, confused as to what she was getting at.



“Charlotte had Amadeus…and all I ever wanted was someone to call my own. All I ever wanted was someone for me.” She whispered to him. He fell silent and listened to her still. “I never got it every time I wished. I tried for so many years until Amadeus threw me out into the streets. I thought Michael was it…but then I met you on that fateful day. Do you remember?” Konstantin nodded.



“I remember. It was a particularly cold day and you had gotten lost. You were cold…only sixteen years old and you were frightened that no on would find you again then I came and helped you.” He said. She moved closer till she was only a few centimeters from him.



“Yes the Russian weather was terrible.” She shivered moving into his lap where she straddled his hips. He slipped his arms around her waist. “You don’t understand how terrified I was back then. You were like my angel…” she smiled, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek to his chest. He hugged her close and stroked her head.



“Do you really think that mistress?” he asked, sounding a little surprised.



“Yes Konstantin when I looked into your golden hues I knew you were different from the others…everyone I had ever trained and sold. You were different. I had to have you I wanted you to take you home and have you next to my side always. I needed you. Do you need me?” she asked looking up at me with her wide blue eyes. He looked back up at her and kissed her cheek. He didn’t need to think about it the answer came plain, he was whipped and she had him in the palm of her hand.



“Yes mistress I need you too.” She pulled him closer. It wasn’t exactly a lie either. He had grown rather dependant on having somewhere there at least in the same room as him even if she didn’t want him there. He watched her sleep, he protected her and it grew on him that even if he wanted to leave he couldn’t go back to the Russian wilderness not without her by his side.



“Do you mean that? You’re not just saying that to make me happy?” she asked. He shook his head.



“Mistress I respect you….I love you.” He struggled with his words without stuttering over them it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe now as he told her his innermost thoughts. “ You have taught me so much. That I can still be loved even though I am not a human and even though I will never be human there is still hope for an old dog like myself.” He said. She smiled and stroked both of his cheeks in her hands. His words were sincere; however he still had trouble speaking to her clearly. He was still hurting over the guilt from the last time he had taken her in her state of being intoxicated. She nuzzled his chest



“I love you Konstantin I want you for Christmas. I want you to make love to me tonight.” She whispered in his ear. “Please…” He stared into her eyes a little confused. She was asking him to? He was unsure of all of this before his instincts took over. He lifted up her chin and pressed his lips to her in a soft embrace. She hadn’t expected him to react so soon, but she indulged in the small kiss letting his lips roam over hers slowly. His hands moved down her legs and up her long nightgown so he could touch her warm bare thighs, his fingers laced with the fabric of her panties slowly starting to slip them down as he kissed her. She pulled back and pushed him down to the ground, unbuttoning his tuxedo shirt then unbuttoning the larger buttons to his vest slowly. He moved his hands from her thighs and gripped her small clothed breasts. They fit perfectly in his hands as he massaged them gently.



“Konstantin.” She whispered, arching her back to in delight of his touch. He looked up at her and started unlacing her nightgown so he could slide it off of her. He gazed at the goddess that straddled him and took in her complete image. It was too much. He couldn’t believe he was going to take her again; the breathing was becoming easier on him.



“Mistress are you sure you want this?” he asked to make sure. He wasn’t going to make it like last time and the tourniquet around his heart was no longer going to control him. He wanted to break free.



“Yes Konstantin, I am only sorry I hardly remember the last time we made love.”

It begins…



Our kingdom is situated on top of a large cliff; at the bottom were thousands of jagged rocks and a white sandy beach. We were a kingdom surrounded by an ocean, but we were not an island. It was a death fall if one were to ever fall. Sometimes the other boys and I we all made bets to see who would make it to the bottom first if we all were to jump. I said id be the first to go since I was the lightest, but someone always had a reason for why they would beat me. I was only five at the time and I didn’t know physics that well. Of course we never did get to see who would make it to the bottom first our mothers would grab us by the arms and smack us hard, telling us “No it’s dangerous! Don’t even play up there!”



That never stopped us from dreaming however.



I remember the afternoon of my sixth birthday I went outside to see a fair maiden looking no older than sixteen standing at the edge of the cliff near out kingdom. I was going to call out to her, but her beauty had me taken. I was breathless by her image alone. She was in a long flowing white gown that draped over her feet I could see no visible curves or contours of her body. It looked as though it was one o those white mourning gown of our people. I didn’t seem to notice or care, but her long brown hair blew in the high sea breeze. High tide was going to be coming in soon as the waves crashed against the beaches. I walked towards her slowly step by step before she suddenly ran towards the very edge. I raised my hand as if to silently say ‘Stop’



But she disappeared. It had me baffled for a minute or so before I realized that she had jumped!

She had jumped right off the cliff and no one seemed to notice or care, I was on the only witness! I watched as she fell…she was silent and she fell fast hitting the rocks with no noise. I wanted to see if she made it down okay. I was young and naïve thinking that maybe she’d still be alive. I made haste down to the beaches and found her body on the jagged rocks below. The stones penetrated her fragile human body.



She didn’t survive.



I looked at her, like a fallen angel who missed the ground from her cloud above and fell in a roast pit for demons. Her flesh was dripping fresh blood onto the sands, her arms almost in a Christ like pose from where the ligaments had torn they were extended outwards. Her brown wide eyes looked at me as if to beg for help in some way. A large jagged rock was supporting her body upwards it looked like she was caught on them now. As I stared at the fallen angel before me I wondered what I should have done…left her for the birds or try and help her? She wanted me to help her; yes I could see that I could plainly see it. I walked over to her and tried to pry her off the rocks, but I was just too weak. I did the best I could to try and push her body up so that the rock was glided out of her body it was too late…she was too heavy and she slid back onto the rock. It took me an hour but I managed to get her body pried off the rocks her arms had come too soon and they needed to be reattached. I thought quickly and returned back to the castle. I was determined to fix this angel. She would have arms once more and her wounds they needed to be fixed.



The angel…she must be perfect.



I ran back down with a small sewing kit. Thread and needle. I hadn’t learned to sew very well but I can sew simple stitches. I picked up the first arm and looked where it came off. The skin was completely torn off id have to make her skin more tightly sewn on since so much was torn off already. I made sure to get thick needles so that I could easily pierce through the angel’s flesh. It took me another hour before I reattached her arms. They were poorly done but she had arms. My hands were covered in fresh blood and her dress was ruined too. I felt nothing but remorse for my beloved angel how she had to sit in a stained dress. I tried to move her to lean against a wall so she could look out to the sea she was now away from the rocks and we could enjoy the sea and the tides coming in. I sat down and snuggled up next to her.



“You’re quite beautiful.” I told her as I ran my hand though some of her bloody hair. Her face hadn’t been damaged at all, just her mouth had begun to bleed and her lips were red. Her eyes still looked fresh.



Ah, she had been crying…



“It’s a shame you’ll never make it to heaven.”

A playful grin appeared on the corners of her baby pink lips. Her angelic features seemed to no longer be accented by the dim lighting of the house as she covered her face with the fabric of the sheer veil. In fact, with the whole change of her body her angelic features seemed to disappear within the period of a few days. The once beautiful doll the girl was once known as before was not an elegant goddess. Her child like features taken away with the wind and brought back with the wind of change she looked so much more sophisticated rather than like the sweet doll she had been before.



The young girl had grown up with the help of a vampire’s bloody kiss.



The veil she held up over her face was thin and flimsy material decorated with glitter and imprinted with the patterns of the moon and stars on it, it was nothing that held a nostalgic value to it just something that she used to cloak herself from the rest of the manor. Her magnificent brown eyes were not seen under the mystic fabric and she hid her face as if she were shunning herself from the world, as if she were an outcast rejected from the lady of the manor herself. That was simply not the case.



But it was as if no one ever again would lay eyes on her perfect creamy white skin or be able imagine touching her ivory colored cheeks, feeling her soft cheek bones and blushing star kissed flesh in between the palms of one’s hands. Her perfectly rounded forehead and her brown eyes staring deeply, her vision was blurred with the fabric over her eyes, the amber pools of beauty was blocked off to all who wished to see. She hid away from the world under that small piece of fabric. Of course… she only did it because under the veil she felt like a new person, like someone else. She was no longer his little doll, his angel no she was an eager lithe body fresh for the taking. She was a virgin an untouched piece of fruit wanting to be plucked from her stem and into the awaiting mouth of her tormentor. She carefully rose up her hands and placed them on the walls in front of her. The walls were cool and smooth in texture and nothing littered them like in the rest of the house portraits and paintings were on them.



Artifacts and rare items stood on tables and desks in the halls but in this small corridor there was nothing in her way. She pressed her back to the wall and lifted up her head to look at the light that was shining down onto her. Her heart was pounding and her breathing was shallow and uncontrolled. She let open her pink lips to let out a gasp of sheer breathlessness escape her.



She had been running, running from him.



You see they were playing a game and she could not lose. She lost too many times before and tonight she was not going to let him win again. She clenched the thin fabric of the veil in her hands and rotated her neck before she got off the wall making sure the veil still covered her face she began walking. The lights seemed to dim themselves more the further she walked down the halls. She had not been used to the changes that her body had suffered over the last few months, but they had been wonderful changes. She was becoming one of them…the ones that had taken her and taught her to act as she was. She had turned into the one thing she hated and the one thing she adored. She came across a large window and removed the veil from her face and looked into it. The one she adored and wanted to be like her master the vampire…nosteferu. Her body ached and yearned to be touched and nourished. It cried out to be fed and pleasured like never before! The experience was surreal and devious. She remembered when she was human the difference was that of night and day like vampire and human it was not to be compared.



She had different needs now.



The needs of a fully fledged vampire of the evening.



It was not like when she was a human. She went to the window and pressed her cold body against the refracting surface of the window pane. The moon hung over her head in a dreary daze and the clouds were no where in sight, it seemed to be the epitome evening for a game of hide and seek. Which was exactly what she was doing he was the hunter and she was the hunted. As he put it she was the little doe and he was the one with the gun ready to pin her down like a ready game of cat and mouse to see who the bigger vampire was. Her master being hundreds of years old, she stood no choice, but her powers were slowly developing she could do things that she could have never even imagined when she was a mortal. She was faster, stronger and more vigilant whenever she moved they described her as a goddess moving across deep waters, like a panther ready to leap on its prey. She was graceful and more beautiful ever since she was transformed.



Young Amelie stood in a lacy white dress that was especially tailored for her.

The butler had done most of the personal tailoring himself. It had short sleeves that covered over her shoulders and had a low V cut front with a ribbon that tied in the front and lace that accented around the sleeves. It showed off her youthful cleavage almost popping out in the front, it was mainly for walking around the house in, but her master never seemed to care what she was wearing. She re veiled her face and looked down at her feet. She only wore lacy white stockings on her legs to match her dress. She wore no garters to hold them up and nothing on her feet. Her heart continued to race in her chest as she looked up. She knew he was giving her a break to roam through the manor and the break would not last long, he knew her too well. He knew all of her moves he knew her forwards and backwards and he knew which places on her body could make her scream the loudest. “Sweet doll you know you cannot hide from me for long.” A sensuous voice rang through her mind as she gasped.





She started walking once again to try and throw him off of her trail. He may have known the manor like the back of his hand, but she was determined the win this little game they played tonight. “My little doll I know where you are. Tell me are you aroused? Are you thinking of me?” the voice in her mind clouded her once more as she yelped. She leaned against a door and tried to gain entrance. It was one of the guest rooms, no he would easily spot her! She thought as she closed the door and started walking off again. She hid her aura well and she had been training to do so he would have to try a little harder to find her. She smiled cunningly before she wandered off hoping not to run into anyone important. No one knew they played their games so late at night. Not that it mattered, no one was up anyway even the butler was asleep.





Or so she thought when she passed his door. She could hear soft noises coming from inside of it. She pressed her ear to it and listened to hear if he was still awake. She was never to one to pry into other’s business, but tonight she had been curious. Instantly she heard his thoughts, she had never been a mind reader until she gained her powers and now she could read any one’s thoughts. “Amelie sweet Amelie.” He called out in his mind. She listened intently wondered what was going on in there, why was he calling her name? “Yes like that Amelie. Harder.” She blushed and had a feeling she knew even the butler had secret fantasies of his own and she did not think twice that he would be thinking about her. But why would he?



“Isn’t it obvious that you are delicious doll?”

She brought a hand down to her own wetness and felt herself, she was already soaking wet. She ran a few fingers up and down her wet panties. She could feel herself shivering in delight at the butler’s cries in the room. She wanted to go in and help him, but she had a game to win.



She had to fight off her lust…



“Is my doll excited? To hear the pleasured sound of others? How naughty of her.”She closed her eyes before moving from the room. Her body was hot and bothered. She needed to be feed or pleased and right now there was no one being offered to her and her master was not around. She was feeling weak and helpless it was as if she was first turned and her body was dying all over again she needed sustenance! She scampered into the nearest guest room seeing the fireplace already started. Was someone already in the room? She flushed red and wiped her forehead untying the ribbon in the front of her dress. The door suddenly shut behind her as she looked to see no one there. She figured it was her master playing games with her again. She went to sit on the bed, spreading out her legs to relieve some of the pain she felt. She closed her eyes and felt up her body. Her master did terrible things to her mind….as did he to her body as well. He was the one who single handed made her black out from too much pleasure. She begged him for the pleasure of a vampire and he gave it to her. In her early stages of being a new born vampire child she could not handle that much and she easily passed out.





The way he mounted her and thrust into her body rapidly with movements that only vampires could make in fact, he hardly looked as though he was moving at all when he thrust into her. He moved at such great speed she only felt the pleasure he gave her when he fucked her. It wasn’t anything she felt like when she was a human. He could never go as hard and fast as he wanted too when she was a mortal in fear of hurting her and now that she was part of him she had been working her way up to satisfy her master’s most primal needs. She was happy she was the one able to satisfy them she had been waiting for so long even as a mortal she begged him to do his worst on her, but he said it would end up hurting her. The feeling was indescribable when he entered her it was only pleasure that built up on itself and he always teased her by going slow and bringing her to the brink early. That was when he sped upand pounded into her tight body to give her the full vampire experience. She closed her eyes imagining her master’s proud cock inside of her, moving at a perfect tempo to keep her satisfied.



She arched her back leaning back on her arms. She imagined his hands all over her body, tracing up her soft supple flesh resting on her breasts then trailing down her stomach. His hands were everywhere to please her, her breathing was easily increased with the thought of him. Get out of my mind. My body…it’s so hot. My body hurts. God. God touch me…touch me. She thought as she ran her hands up her body once more, imagining they were his nice strong hands along her body. She convulsed slowly on her bed massaging her perky breasts in her hands. She knew what she needed and she needed it now. She needed the sweet release, even if it was by herself. She brought her hands down to her panties and started running her fingers over the little wet spot that had formed there. “Oh...!” she moaned softly. She closed her eyes for a brief moment. She laid back completely on the bed her hands resting by her head and her feet dangling off the large luxurious bed.