My dirty, scorched city with its scent of corrosion, adrenaline, rot, sweetness, sex, love, fear. It stimulates me, it inspires me and yet I need to return to my cool dungeon lair. But first I want a victim, I need to find prey, a playmate . . . perhaps even one I could love.
I had almost given up this evening on finding someone sufficiently enticing. I have been to the theatre, to a party and finally to dive bars but even though they came to me like moths to a flame, not one of them stirred me with an ounce of bloodlust, not one of them thrilled my soul.
There is an admiring audience, even now, as I cruise along in my low, black sports car, roof down; intent on just returning. Perhaps I'll snatch up someone random, devour him quickly, discard him. But then I see you walking alone and ahead of me and I feel instant thirst.
I can smell the poetry in your blood, almost taste the corruption. Watching you - God knows what you've been up to. As I tune into you, your allure has nothing to do with what you look like, although that is pleasing. It has everything to do with your mind and soul; there is deep sweetness, refined intellect, a capacity for worship, erotic potential. You know how to fuck and fuck well - you have the skill and the stamina for it. There is a trace of malice too; I suspect that you do not fully honour women, even though you long to. You will have to be taught. In summation, I think you are someone who deserves it. All I can give, on every level. All of the good things and all of the bad - all of the lessons.
Now that I have scanned you, sensed you, examined you for fitness, it is time to introduce myself. I have no concern that you will reject me; my charms are more than mortal women. I am a vampire mother goddess and no one ever does.
The engine throbs seductively, attracting your attention as I put my foot down slightly and draw up in my sleek, black car beside you. You glance round at me and I see the shock and delight on your face.
You have no thought of refusing. Why would you? I am dressed to kill - literally - in a short, clinging, black silk dress with one shoulder, leaving my slender golden limbs bare. My hair cascades down my back as my glittering green eyes gaze into yours; seducing you, hypnotising you with the promise of pleasure to come. You sense the implicit threat and I can see that it excites you. Of course it does, I knew it would. You are most definitely one of mine.
"Buckle up, my darling," I say and I hammer the accelerator.
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We pull up outside my narrow, elegant, white Georgian townhouse with its black iron railings. It is shrouded by trees. My neighbours know me as a glamorous, quite private woman who nevertheless entertains quite a lot of guests. In my perfectly soundproofed dwelling, I hold parties which are known for their riotous decadence. Some of my guests never leave.
You are startled when I unlock the door with the power of my mind. I have no need of keys except for purposes of symbolic ritual. You watch wide-eyed as the lamps light up the same way; illuminating the dark hallway with pools of light. They reveal a staircase which goes up and a staircase which goes down. I push you gently towards the one which spirals downwards.
I can hear the victim they have brought me shrieking pointlessly in the distance. They have removed the gag for a few moments as they know that I like to hear the screams. He is of no more account to me than a late night burger. Suddenly it stops and I know that my girls have put him to sleep until I'm ready. Of course, you hear the screams too and you are trembling with fear.
"No, no, don't worry - not you," I say as I reach up to stroke your lovely face.
"Although it could be."
I smile at you wickedly and reveal my fanged teeth for the first time, their fine points pricked between my full red lips.
It contains a large, ebony fourposter bed, but I rarely sleep there. It is for purposes of initiation and sexual play.
The rich incense in the small cauldrons hisses gently as it burns, whilst the oil lamps and candles provide a glowing golden light. It appears to be very welcoming, but we both know that this could easily change.
Ignoring the bed for the moment, I seat myself in front of you, in a tall, high-backed chair of ebony and crimson velvet. With its strong, curving, carved wooden arms, it resembles a throne and, of course, that effect is deliberate.
Your uncertainty is needless. I sense that, at some level, you are insecure about your appearance, but I have very little interest in your superficial qualities, that is not why I chose you - it is your heart, your soul, your mind. Your willingness, your fortitude, and capacity to serve and entertain me; your ability to worship, your ability to fuck.
Before you can touch your clothing, I use my mind to strip you naked; a light wind whips around your body as your clothes unbutton, peel from you, fall away.
"Beautiful", I say.
So vulnerable, so masculine. It makes me want to protect you, love you, fuck you and use you most deliciously for my enjoyment.
I laugh inwardly with some relief. This was the first test. You are excited, unafraid. And it could have gone either way. I want you as my playmate, my ecstatic slave - not as my victim in any way. You have to withstand and be exhilarated by my games and occasional cruelty.
"On your knees, my darling. Come towards me."
You crawl towards me; stopping respectfully a short distance away from my knees, which I have uncrossed. You do not attempt to look up my black silk skirt, even though you could, and the hot, excited scent of me is making your head spin.
As you steadily meet my gaze, I attach a fine black leather collar, buckled with gold, around your throat. It has a gold ring, to which I will attach your chain.
"Understand now that you will never leave me, the only way out of this is death. I am your Goddess and your Priestess, immortal and ancient, entitled to your mind, heart, body and soul. You must appease me or else I will kill you. The rules are very simple. Would you like to be my eternal Lover or would you like to be . . . lunch?"
I laugh at the shock in your eyes when I say that last bit and I am very entertained by that spark of human male pride.
I already adore you.
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