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Enslaved by the Night (Wave and Lady Arachnia)

WaveVelour

WaveVelour

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Jun 26, 2016
The newly set sun had painted the sky in various shades of dark blue. Master bedroom of the old mansion was silent, just like the rest of the rooms. The mystic mistress of the grandiose house, the source of the captivating chill aura across the dark corridors, sat at a vanity table, which looked to be antic that belonged to maybe 18th century, similar to the woman who sat before it. The silence kept being disturbed by the strangely addicting noise of an ornate bristling brush running through fiery red hair strands. If one were to look into the ornate mirror, one would witness the odd view of the hairbrush flying and dancing in the air as its holder lacked a reflection. The woman, unable to admire herself in the mirror, staring at the void above an empty seat. Although she always looked the part of a well-groomed lady, expecting a guest this evening, she had an additional reason to look charming. An unfortunate soul, unknowing of the unpleasant fate awaited him.

While the redheaded groomed herself in the dark, only a nightgown covered the essential parts of her pale body. Fabric of the short garment was sheer, leaving only little to imagination. A generous cleavage created a heavy distraction over her bust. The see-through nightdress gave not so subtle hints about the curvy body it lightly curtained. Just two resided in the grand mansion the exotic woman called home, only one breathing. After the time spent together, the strict woman had nothing to hide from her servant. That included not only the generosities of her alluring form, but the unpleasant mystery that surrounded her. How under her nightgown, she was also a creature of the night. Someone who didn’t really live, but still needed to prey on both innocent and guilty to keep her unnatural existence.

While her lips barely stretched in a smile, her brows often frowned in anger. The exotic woman paused her grooming. Two elegant fingers picked a single red strand from the brush, drawing it closer to her charming visage. One pale blue eye closed, the other glanced at the crimson string closely. Knitted brows signaled a trivial frustration as her pitched voice leaked out of the bedroom. “Alegra!” A strict tune breezed through the halls. She called out to her servant with the same manner she always did, as if she were to voice the most important thing in this mortal world. Although her rare condition had taken away the cheerful emotions like prosperity and bless, it cruelly left rage and frustration intact. The arrogant beauty was difficult to please, but so easy to anger. Being a servant to her twisted deeds required a strong mindset, while her sensual desires demanded even a sturdier body and will.

Just like her ubiquitous presence at the mansion, her voice spread every dark corner of her grand home. Almost impossible to not hear, considering the impatience of the strict mistress of the house, even harder to neglect. Her dark curse gifted the woman a mysterious way of travel in the absence of a pair of eyes watching her, although the posh redhead preferred the others to make the walk instead. While the woman rested her curvy hips on the chair, she had instructed the little ex thief to make the necessary assignments downstairs, in the grand hall. To light the fireplace and some candles, anything that would make the place cozy for an unaware guest. As she parted her crimson lips to call the girl to her presence, two little fangs shined through them. She was hungry, but not for food.
 
Aly was still struggling to get used to this new schedule of sorts. She found herself up most nights all nights along with her mistress while in the day she was also expected to be awake to some degree to get various tasks done aroundt he house that, due to her condition, he lady of the house wasn't able to tend to. She'd gotten good at napping as much as she could in between doing what she knew she had to.

The thief had bathed that day, her controller preferring her to be clean and smooth every day, her hair had also been done. She wore some relatively basic but well made clothes which consisted of tight shoorts, long warm socks that rode up to her kneesand a non descript red shirt to go with it. It was what she usually wore or similar to it when he hadn't been told to dress differently.

The young woman had just decided to get some food sorted and was halfway through eating her toast when she heard the woman call her name in that sharp manner. She knew bettert han to make her wait or to even attempt finishing her meal. She did however stuff one last bit of toast in to her mouth and quickly began brushingt he crumbs off of herself as she darted through the house. She'd always been quick, a benefit of her trade. As she got closer it was almost like Aly could feel that brand the woman had put on her backside begin to burn though she knew it was just her imagination, it always was.

As the girl entered the room she looked at the woman for a moment and despite seeing her often enough her beauty still didn't fail to take her breath away. She clenched her eyes shut as though taking a moment to focus before opening her eyes and shifting over closer to the woman, she didn't fail to see the woman's expression. "I'm here, mistress, was there something else you needed doin'?" the thief questioned her voice thick with a common accent.
 
Upon the timely arrival of her servant, the posh vampiress raised her generous hips from the chair. To set her distinct eyes on the young brunette, she turned around and faced the girl. Although she didn’t move fast, a chilling breeze almost breezed through the thief’s tight form as she strode towards the girl. A monster lay behind her lady like visage. Her behavior towards Aly might have seemed calm lately, but by now, the thief should have been smart enough to know how instable the woman really was. Time and time again, she had unleashed hell upon the thief. However, she was lucky to find such a servant, someone capable of carrying dirty deeds if necessary. She had a flexible form too, another necessity for the vampire’s intimate desires.

“These longwinded slumbers of mine are devitalizing my spectacles.” The redhead explained with a neutral expression. The way her blue eyes remained wide without a blink gave her an unnatural look as if she was bewildered all the time. It had been only a week since she woke up from the lengthy slumber she periodically took. After that, she always needed fresh blood. “It necessitates nourishment.” Her index finger bounced against the thief’s chest a few times. “Do not mess this up.” She emphasized the words.

Silently turning back again, she walked to the middle of the bedroom. Her polished digits undid the loose belt of her satin nightgown. The sheer fabric smoothly slid down her arms, unfolding the charm of her plump bottom and reveling the well-defined hourglass contour of her curvy form. In the dim room, her pale cheeks become prominent. “Is your gun ready?” She coldly questioned. After all, someone had to deal with her guest when the vampiress was done with him. With the quietness of death, Sarrah walked up to the large wardrobe in the room. As she opened it, the ornate wooden door of the furniture obscured her pale curves while the thief stood at the entrance.

When she stepped back after a short while, generous assets of her pale body was hidden under a black dress. Short bodycon that covered her form was simple, but elegant. It hugged her figure and defined her body well. “Do you feel ready?” Sarrah paused her dressing to glance at her servant for a moment. The little thief looked more tempting tonight to her pale eyes with the tight shorts emphasizing her fit body. Perhaps, when she was done, she could find another use for Aly.
 
Aly listened and paid attention, knowing better than to interrupt the woman. She still had vague distant dreams of being free of her but... after the last time she escaped she wasn't eager to repeat what came after. Besides, she knew that if she failed at an excape again then she was most definitely dead, this woman wouldn't give her a third attempt. Unless a very likely and reliabke opportunity presented itself to her she wasn't going to take the risk. She valued her life enough for that, while she was no cowards she also was no fool.

'Don't mess it up' she'd said not that she'd needed to, the girl had no intentions of that. Her eyes followed the womans form as more of it became revealed before she dressed. Aly had expected the woman to just feed on her as she often did and wondered why she was so intent on another meal, not that she minded. As for her gun... was she really going to have to use it? She assumed that if she was going to feed on another it was because to do so on Aly would mean her death. So surely her feed would kill the man? Or was drinking blood like drinking a different drink? You could have a drink you enjoyed but just fancied a change now and again?

The young thief had never shot anybody before, well, not fatally anyway and the idea that she would have to possibly later didn't exactly fill her with excitement. She partly assumed this was all just a test of her submission, if she'd do something along those lines rather than dissapoint her mistress, rather than invoke her ire. Aly knew that she would... right? Aly ran a hand over the handgun tucked in to her shorts and gave a nod. "It is" she said softly. "I am" she added not entirely convincingly.
 
While the dark fabric of her short fitting dress curtained her figure, the vampiress blended in the shadows better. Her pale legs still created a distraction. Unhurried steps of the woman drew her to a cabinet, opening the top drawer. “I trust you will not convey that gun at your waist?” Sarrah picked a pair of appealing hold ups that matched her bodycon. Since she was a weapon of her own, the redhead didn’t need to have any firearm. The one her servant carried was the very gun Aly brought with herself the first time she unknowingly entered the mansion.

For the thief’s well being, it was important that her mistress hadn’t fed on the girl whilst this thirsty. It wasn’t very common, but when the vampire sucked too much blood from her prey, there was a risk of them turning into lifeless husks. A fate worse than death. Aly had seen it before, a poor pizza boy returning after death, walking as rotten flesh. She should have known why her gun was a necessary precaution.

In any case, after the night, there was going to be one less artist in the world. A waste of a talent Sarrah barely concerned. She had called the poor soul to paint a picture of hers. And he was truly going to realize this wish, producing a painting for the dark mistress, the only way Sarrah could see her admiring self. It would however be his last art. One for the creature to add to her collection.

Putting one foot on the vanity chair, the vampiress leaned down, showing off a panorama of her pale leg. She rolled the black stocking up her feet, the sheer fabric running up her smooth leg and giving her skin a nice contrast. She could sense the reluctance in her servant. Her head turned towards the girl. “Alegra…” Lace band at the top of her stockings stretched around Sarrah’s soft thighs, squeezing them tightly. “Retreat downstairs.” Her strong hearing picked up some steps approaching to the gate. Soon, there were in fact gentle knocks at the double door of the grand mansion. Maybe the world was really small, or there wasn’t many talented artists in town, but behind the door stood the man who also inked Aly’s tattoos.
 
Whatever Sarrah had heard Aly definitely hadn't. She pulled her shirt down to cover the handle of her pistol that was percehd on her hip, saftey on, and gave her another nod finding that it was often easier than speaking. This was something that had taken her some time, Aly had always been a very vocal person and she still struggled being quiet a lot of the time but... sometimes, especially when something like this was happening she knew little was better.

Aly turned quickly from the room and set off at a quick walk as she roamed through the corridors and down the grand stairs in to the front entrance room. She was just going to go and finish her toast when she heard the rapping against the door. She gave a lamenting sigh as she felt the rumble in her stomach and thought of the toast she would likely be eating cold in several hours time after Sarrah had retied before she shuffled over towards the door.

The girl placed a hand on the door, twisted it and slowly pulled it open trying her best to smile as she did so. Sarrah had plans tonight and she didn't want to do anything that could ruin them uncluding having a sour expression and turning them away. As she opened the door she began to greet the man with a quick. "Good evenin' an' wel-" though she was soon cut off when she saw just who it was. "Chad?" she questioned staring at the man in disbelief. 'No, no, no' she complained mentally and briefly considered telling him he had the wrong place and slamming the door. She started to push it shut for a moment before thoughts of Sarrah filled her mind and what she would probably do. This was no coincidence was it? It couldn't be. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck'.

"Come... on in, the lady of the house is, err, jus' gettin' ready" she said with far less confidence than she usually spoke with.
 
Disturbing squeak of the heavy doors as they opened revealed the familiar face that stood behind it. First hints of the vampire’s vintage home also revealed itself to its guest. Like many did before him, the deluxe view through the parted door captivating the artist, painting a nice background for the young woman who welcomed him. He was a bit confused by the utterance of his name. There was no mystery in his customer knowing his name. It was just the way it was pronounced by the alluring girl before him. He hadn’t been able to identify the charming young woman yet. Aly looked a lot different now. She wasn’t kind of girl who used to look the part of a good orderly girl, and definitely not someone to serve a lady. He quickly grew a liking for the girl though, if there hadn’t been a spark between the two, there was one now.

“Thanks.” The man set his eyes on the thief. Staring at her both to admire her exotic beauty and try to guess what looked so familiar about her. A courteous smile quickly formed across his lips. Taking a step in, the man entered the wide building he perhaps wouldn’t leave again. His hands were full. If he hadn’t carried his art supplies, he would have offered the thief his hand. “You… What is your name?” He couldn’t help but ask after a curious silence.

“Audrey, help the gentleman with his pack.” Chilling voice of the mistress of the mansion rang as the vampiress climbed down the stairs, her pale eyes watching the two. She was a hard woman to ignore. Knowing how to sell her beauty, her timely interruption stole the man’s attention from the thief. Her heels clicked with her approach. Chad knew doing business with upper class clients that paid him handsomely required him to follow an etiquette.

“Hello. You must be…” The man’s gaze shifted to the owner of the house, to the curves he had come to draw on a canvas.

“Yes. Welcome to Seraphine mansion.” Now standing taller in her heels, vampire greeted her victim. Palm of her cold hand pointing down, she offered it to her guest. Chad put his bag down and leaned the folded stand against the wall. Slightly bending, his dry lips pressed on the back of Sarrah’s hand. “Allow me to express my thanks for accepting my invitation. It is a long way here from town.” Given how much payment she offered the artist, it was a hard request to turn down. Besides, painting a lovely woman was hardly the worst job.

“You have a nice house.” The man explained. His eyes looked up at the high ceiling, wandering around the ornate furnishings and multi textured walls.

“My grandfather was a carpenter. My father handled forest works and traded hardwood. That is why you see so much woodwork.” Sarrah made a short introduction while leading the man to the front parlor.

“You two living alone here?” Chad asked in an attempt to look back to check the vampire’s servant. The girl surely looked familiar, dimly lit rooms didn’t help him though.

“Oh!” Sarrah suddenly turned. Her defined features only a touch distance away, her perfume breezing through the man, it wasn’t difficult to distract him from the thief. His head reflexively turned towards the attractive vampire with her exclaim. “Would you like to drink something?” She continued. Her sharp gaze threatened Aly behind his guest, warned the girl to be smart.

“No, I’m fine.” The artist replied. They shorty resumed their short walk to the parlor.
 
He didn't recognize her... well she did look far more average than she usually did. Her clothes weren't as outrageous and neither was her hair or the likes though she still had the piercings and obviously the tattoos, she was surprised he'd not recognized his own artwork at least though perhaps he'd just not looked at her legs, they were the only ones on display. She continued to watch him as she locked the door behind him before stepping away from it.

"A-" she began before Sarrah cut her off. "Audrey" she quickly said after recovering. Seriously, Audrey? That made her sound ninety. "Of course" she said softly and went to taking the heavy pack the man had brought in with him off of his hands. She stood a few paces away from the man as Sarrah introduced herself to him and felt a slight pang of pity for him as she guessed what might be to come for him.

Aly quietly lingered and lugged the pack around then, she wasn't spoken to and this she knew she had no reason to speak. Just quietly follow and wait until needed. Still, she couldn't ease this horrible discomfrot she felt in the middle of her stomach. She was very much out for herself in life but... that didn't mean that she was entirely uncarring for others and what happened to them. Especially when she knew them even if it was only to some degree.
 
Striding before her unfortunate guest, the vampiress walked up to a velvet chaise lounge that matched the woman’s crimson head. A luxurious piece of furniture with a seat for one. The thirsty vampire rested her striking bottom on the cozy mattress, slowly lounging on her side like a certain actress from a movie about a sunken ship. One knee slightly bent towards the man, her lain body reminded a woman seeking attention.

“Great. That’s the pose.” The artist apparently satisfied with the teasing figure of the subject of his art, settled on a stool a few feet in front of the vampire. Random flares of the fireplace illuminated the vampire’s form as if embers danced across her sprawled body. “Perfect, let me grab the rest of my supplies…” Chad suggested, standing up. Sarrah too rose up to a sitting posture after the man’s departure.

“That is not necessary. They would be delivered to you.” The redhead implied. She didn’t want the artists to make contact with her servant, who was instructed to do the task instead, hopefully with care.

“No. Don’t want to be rude but I prefer to carry it myself.” He countered. A sumptuous work like this, which paid well required the use of quality supplies the man didn’t want to leave it to a confused looking servant.

“I envy your courtliness although wish you not to be debilitated by such errands.” The redhead told the man to sit on his ass. Her manner of speak also made him question the strangeness of her client the first time.

Unaware of the knitted brows of the woman behind him, Chad approached the thief. Interacting with the girl without the interruptions of the mistress of the house. “Do hurry up. I can hardly wait for the brush to ally with the paint on the canvas.” Vampiress called out from behind.

“Ally with? Who says that…” The man quietly talked to himself, making the woman before him frown further despite the barely audible tune of his voice. His hurried steps neared him to the thief. Without the influence of a mystical creature, his eyes met with the girl’s a second time. “Ally with… Ally?” He internally repeated. “Aly?” The artists called the name, out loud this time. He hadn’t notice the attractive band of skin on display below the thief’s shorts. (because his writer misread the length of the girl’s socks.) “Wow what are you doing here?” Chad asked the thief. Both the charm of her thighs and the tattoos he painted himself kept his glance at the girl’s shapely legs. “What are you up to?” Knowing the brunette’s older lifestyle, his immediate thought was that Aly had been somehow deceiving this rich woman. “Let me finish this. I want to talk to you afterwards.” He claimed. Afterwards indeed.
 
Aly quickly shuffled off to get the supplies to deliver them though it seems she wasn't going to be left alone do do this task. She'd just gotten to them and grabbed a hold of the supplies when she heard footsteps behind her. Slowly she turned around to see the man appearing behind her. They were out of view of the mistress of the house but Aly knew you never escaped her in this house while the sun was down. She took a deep breath and sighed to try and drag the moment out.

There it was, her name coming from the man's lips, he did know, he remembered her and that actually just made all of this so much harder. She clenched her eyes shut to delay the moment she would have to speak before finally relenting.

"A... aly? No, no I'm Aubrey" she said quickly getting her new name wrong. Her eyes followed his and looked at her own tattoos and thought back to the day she'd gotten those ones. After a particularly good heist from some local collected, something so that she wouldn't forget the occasion. The markings he'd tattooed were greek in design in honour of the type of things she'd stolen, an old collection of greek artworks.

"I'm not up to anything, I work here for... for the lady of this house" Aly responded quickl.y "You should really..." The girl cut off remembering that Sarrah would hear everything, she sighed again. "Just be careful... my mistress doesn't like being dissapointed, please remember that, please" Aly anwered feeling a little trapped, she wasn't going to risk her own life for him though she wanted to tell him to run, to flee and escape but that would likely mean her own death, and so she never, she simply helped him carry his supplies back towards Sarrah. "Yeah, talk, maybe" the girl mumbled without really committing.
 
Both what his eyes saw and the young woman’s obvious stuttering made the artists sure about this exotic beauty’s actual identity. “Come on, Aly. Where have you been?” He turned back another time before he got back to his job. There were several theories on his mind to explain the girl’s presence at this desolate place far from town. Aly could have been hiding from cops, trying to stay low, avoiding drug dealers or perhaps after some quick money. Anything obviously was more believable than a vampire story. “Yes, we should talk. Maybe hang together after this?” He was doing better financially now, thought he could help an old friend.

When Chad began to do the work he came from, the man got back to his place in front of the woman that commissioned a painting. Various brushes moved in curves to do justice to Sarrah’s enticing figure. Quickly, an inviting outline of the woman’s generous form appeared on the canvas. There was still much to do though. Working on a subject that could stand absolutely still as dead eased his job. “I posed before.” The fiery woman spoke as if she could read the man’s thoughts. “Often nude.” The redhead claimed. The cleavage her generous bust offered, the tease of her stocking clad pale legs, all were pretty inviting reasons to form a seducing vista to draw. However, being an experienced artist, Chad had learned to control the excitement in his pants in a professional manner.

“Y-yeah? I see.” He replied. “I’m really thankful that you give me the opportunity. I’m planning to expand. Your payment will help me with that.” The artist somewhat changed the topic from the said revealing pictures of the vampiress.

“I am glad to support a fellow artist.” The vampire suggested. Upon her request, the product was being drawn realistic without much room for interpretation. Still, every art piece carried the style of their creator.

“Oh, you are an artist too?” Shades of red and white dominated the painting.

“A mere amateur without a doubt. No, I consider myself a musical person.” Sarrah claimed.

“How nice. Do you play an instrument?” Chad asked to keep the conversation.

“I play seventeen.”

Throughout the project, more awkward conversation took place. The quality of the painting didn’t reflect the quality of the conversation fortunately. It was worthy of Sarrah’s time, someone to do justice to her alluring body and gifted assets. After a while, the vampiress parted her crimson lips to utter words again. “Can I see it?” Her shapely legs dropped down from the sofa, the woman pushing her feet into her heels.

“I still need to do some touches.” Chad kindly disapproved. However, the vampiress had been already gotten up to her feet. “Why don’t you ask your helper? Opinion of a third party? Audrey was it?” The man’s last sentence also worked as a call for the thief. Each step brought the vampire closer to her prey. Slowly walking behind the seated man to peek at her reflection on canvas, the only way she could.
 
Aly gave out another deep sigh as he continued to talk, making everything all that much harder and she hated it, unlike most problems that came her way she couldn't just run away and avoid this one, here she was stuck. "Just... busy, workin' 'ere. Settlin' down." she said without so much enthusiasm. "Yeah, talk, hang,righ'... after tonigh'" she muttered knowing that these plans were almost certainly never going to come to fruition. Aly then faded backwards a little so that Chad could go on to the work he was here to do, Aly didn't think keeping Sarrah waiting was the best idea at all.

Throughout the whole thing the former thief stood quietly against the wall and watched, the hunger she'd felt before gone entirely now and her stomach filled with some other kind of feeling. Was there anything she could do? She wasn't one for making hero plays and had no intentions of starting now, right? If she tried that pistol again on Sarrah it wouldn't do a thing would it? It would just mean she died along with Chad.

At the mention of her false name she quickly jolted from her own thougths and looked over at them before she took slow dragging steps towards the two of them so that she could see the picture? "Huh? You wan' my opinion on the paintin'? It's really good" she said cooly after a quick glance. It was in all honesty a good picture and better by far than she could ever do.
 
“Glad you like it. Both of you.” Chad appreciated the servant’s compliment, in spite of Aly didn’t look to be even slightly interested in the painting. Knowing what was coming, she was right to be concerned with other things, particularly the eventual demise of her friend.

“I am afraid she is not here for her deep knowledge on art.” The vampiress didn’t speak highly of her servant. It was possible to see her fangs between the words she uttered. She placed both of her chilling hands over the man’s shoulders, looking down at the man’s neck from behind. “Good work…” Sarrah lowly whispered, leaning in slightly more, no air to come out of her motionless lungs, no heartbeat to feel the vibrations of. Despite her good looks, his client getting so close to him was a bit disturbing for the artist. No need to mention the cold feel he felt on his shoulders. Next to his neck, red lips parted more, two sharp teeth almost shined across the dim parlor. A disturbing silence surrounded the vampire, holding the man’s shoulders stronger now.

“Something’s wrong?” The man had to ask.

“Beyond the door there’s darkness I’m sure. I know there’ll be more tears in hell…” The redhead mysteriously suggested. Her fangs extended out, eyes starting to glow.

“I… Sorry? What?” The man grimaced. Surely puzzled. He squirmed from side to side on his seat, trying to shake the cold hands off his body. Clear confusion on his face, he looked back.

“It reminded me as song.” The mistress of the dark mansion patted on the man’s shoulder, slowly slipping away from the back of the man. She slowly got back to her sofa, turning around with her vampiric traits missing. She lay across the mattress again, getting back to her previous pose. “Audrey, can you introduce us some music?” She ordered.

After his bizarre host, it wasn’t easy to work on the painting as if nothing happened. Add his friend’s odd presence to the mix, the situation looked even weirder. He still tried though, to finish this off and leave this place as quick as possible, preferably with the thief. He examined his work to remember what he was doing. The lighting seemed to be slightly different now, thanks to the random illumination of the fireplace. He usually took a photo of his subjects, just if he needed to adjust some aspects of the drawing. Chad thought doing the same with Sarrah.

“What are you doing?” The redhead calmly asked, upon seeing the man taking his phone out.

“As a reference in case I need, would you mind?” He opened up the camera.

“I do actually.” The vampire voiced her concern. The man aimed his phone at his subject, only to find an empty seat on the screen. He lowered his handset and looked at the woman behind it, who now sat on the edge. Confusedly, he directed the camera at the pale woman once again. “What?”

“Something’s wrong?” Sarrah got to her feet. The man standing up as well. His puzzled glances constantly shifted between the woman and the screen of his phone. His heart raced upon the occurrence of this odd phenomenon.

“Stay back!” Finally, fear kicked in, the woman slowly walking up to him. He was still trying to frame the vampire in his camera, finding it difficult to comprehend the odd happenings around him. “I said back!” He shouted at the woman. This time when he lowered his phone, Sarrah wasn’t standing before him either. The candles around the room began to die, leaving their place to darkness, still burning fireplace casting harsh shadows. Chad hurriedly turned around. A high pitched hissing rang in the shady parlor, which followed by sharp teeth biting into his forearm that came out of nowhere, immediately leaving two little holes in it. Blood pouring out of his appendage, the man howled in pain. “You’re insane!” He claimed, however he felt the woman’s teeth poking into his flesh again. This time, the vampire bit him in the shoulder, ripping a piece of flesh out of his body. She was swift with her bites, like a bird pecking or a snake biting. “FUCK!” He shrieked louder, the wound feeling as bitter as it looked. “Bitch! You bit me!” Among his confused protests, Sarrah jumped on the guy like a wild animal, locking her stocking clad legs around his waist. She lowered her face and tore off another piece of flesh, blood jetting out of the fresh scar. “AARGH!” The man screamed in pain. In a last ditch effort to save himself from the sharp teeth, he threw Sarrah at the sofa like a curled ball. The woman was strong, but just as heavy as a curvy woman in her thirties. Her body hit against the backrest, tipping over the furniture with her momentum.

Instead of fighting, Chad used the opportunity to run. He grasped Aly from her arm and dragged the girl too, leaving a red trail behind his rushed steps. However, the mansion could be quite a maze when one didn’t know where to go. One door he opened uncovered a lengthy corridor, its other end shallowed by darkness. At first, two yellow eyes glowed in the dark. Sarrah’s voice coming from the same blackness. She did sound more like an animal than human. A combination of a cat hissing, a snake rattling and a bat shrieking. As soon as she saw the two, the vampire rushed towards her prey, or preys. Quickly picking up the pace across the dark corridor., running. Noise of her steps came before her visage. This time, it wasn’t the elegant clicking of a pair of heels either, but the closing stomps of her bare feet. *Thud… thud… thud thud thudthudTHUDTHUD.*
 
Aly could see her mistress, feel the hunger eminating from her and she simply stepped back towards the wall and turned her head. While she wasn't exactly squeamish this was different, very different. While Sarrah spoke odd cryptic words like some kind of ancient poem it felt to Aly as though she weren't actually there, like she was in some kind of dreamlike trance simply observing the world like some kind of interractive movie without being there.

Despite what had started it all seemed to vanish just as quickly as it had begun and Sarrah went back to her more stabe demeanour and laid back down to finish the picture. Perhaps if his work was that good she'd be eager to leth im live so that it wouldn't be the only painting he got to do for her. It was part way through this thought that everything fell apart again in another quick action as the camera came out.

"Fuck" was all Aly whispered when she looked over to see the camera. Then he began to panic and Aly knew that this was it, this was the moment. She turned away so that she didn't have to wash and she heard the scream as Sarrah set upon him, Aly remaining neutral and wishing she could be anywhere else. She heard the thump and turned around startled as the man grabbed her and rushed through the mansion with a stunned Aly following. She saw the blood, there was a lot of it and soon they were in that dark room.

The sounds from Sarrah sent ice through Aly as she remembered the assault on her appartment when she'd escaped before, she remembered the threat she held over Charlie... The thudding sound was more terrifying than any thing she'd heard before.

"Why the fuck did you have to come? Fuck fuck fuck" Aly complained manically. Her eyes darted from Chad to the door and then back again. He wasn't looking at her currently being too busy looking for something to jam the door. Aly swallowed hard before pulling out her pistol. She lunged at chad and belted him hard over the back of the head, enough to daze him, stun him and hopefully stop him doing anything else or trying to run. "I'm sorry, fuck, I'm not dying here" she muttered in a rather useless apology.
 
Similar to many humans, starvation uncovered the evil within the posh vampire. Under her fair skin, she was rotten. A little demon hiding under the ladylike mask she wore. In a way, her thirst was similar to an orgasm. The longer it lingered, more messy of a scene she left behind her compulsory feeding. She was blinded by thirst to pay attention to Aly’s cooperation. Acting animalistic, she viciously pushed her servant against the nearest wall to quickly hunt her prey. Although she used Aly time to time as a snack, a more serious nourishment required a third party supplier, since her victims often failed to survive her attack. Nowhere to hide, Sarrah cornered the man. Her eyes glowing brightly, she opened her mouth, so wide her jaw looked to be dislocated. Strongly pinning her target against the opposite wall, red hair strands curtained the artist’s face. “No no no!” The man screeched. The vampire dug her head into the man’s neck. Her teeth penetrated the flesh, leaving her victim to squirm and twitch. The disturbing noise of his blood siphoning off his veins announced the beginning of his slowly fading life. Screams didn’t last long though, being replaced with unintelligible gurgles and dry heaves. Soon, only an acute whistle remained with the destruction of his airway. While things had seemed to be under control, everything had escalated rather quickly. The whole ordeal turning out to be messier than what was planned.

After some horrendous minutes, when the vampire was done, it became apparent that Aly wouldn’t need to use that gun anyway. While his head barely stood above his torso, Chad seemed to be long gone. It was kind of poetic, leaving one last art piece before his untimely passing, a deadly painting. In the dark, narrow corridor, Sarrah turned back. Warm blood was still pouring from the corners of her mouth, following the curvature of her generous bust and flowing down her dress. Both the dark fabric of her dress and her pale skin were painted in red, crimson splatter on her face. As she thought earlier, Aly looked more tempting to her eyes tonight. Perhaps, she could have sweetened this evening’s meal with a dessert. She reached down, her fingers closing around the thief’s neck. The young woman’s fit body felt weightless in her clutch. Sarrah lifted the thief until her feet no longer touched the floor. Now, the girl had become the one whom she pinned against the wall. A strong urge for blood driving her more aggressive. Her fingers squeezed the girl’s throat tighter, the air flow slowly being disturbed by her keen digits as the fierce vampiress looked into what she lacked, the thief’s soul.

The vital fluid Sarrah sucked into her system began to kick in, repairing what was broken both in her body and brain. Unreasonable ember eyes gained a faint blue color. Her tightened fingers relaxed around the lithe thief’s throat. She didn’t put the woman gently, but let her drop on her cute rear. Horrors of the night seemed to fade for now, until the inescapable arrival of the next at least. Although quenched, she wasn’t entirely pleased with the scene. No matter how it looked, the redhead wasn’t fond of murder. And also the burden of cleaning after such a mess. “Repercussions of your disconcerting deficiency.” Sarrah blamed her servant for an unclean session. “Albeit a realized attainment.” She headed to the last door Chad opened while still breathing. “Find me a towel.” Sarrah silently walked out, finding her way to the parlor, where it all started.
 
((Finally some days off from work!))

Aly let out an oof sound as she was shoved backwards in to the wall, the air escaping her lungs and leaving her gasping for breath. Her eyes were pulled forward as she froze watching the man and the creature closing on him. She heard the screeching and then saw the flash of white followed by the streak of crimson. He screamed, he struggled and then he began to fade until, before long he was no more. Aly was still staring unable to really move her feet and unsure of how to react even if she could. She just wanted this night to end so that she had the day to herself to just be alone. Stupidly she thought back to her slice of toast and considered how pointless a thought that was now.

Before long Aly was brought back to the room as Sarrah began to close in on her. The blood dripping from her mouth was a macabre picture and one she wasn't soon to forget. The hand came out quick and she effortlessly lifted Aly from her feet by her neck. Teh young thief gave out a coughed choking sound as she felt her back again tthe wall. She couldn't breathe and her eyes bulged. She was going to kill her wasn't she? After all Aly had done it wouldn't spare her afterall. What was there left to lose? Aly raised the gun she had and pressed it against Sarrah's midriff. While she knew it wouldn't kill her she could at least cause some annoyance before she was killed.

As she was about to fire the creature came to her senses and Aly quickly dropped he pistol, fell to the ground and coughed and spluttered as she gasped for air. She had no idea what the woman said seeing as she spoke in some fancy ultra posh manner but she understood that she wanted a towel. She muttered her agreement between coughs and quickly scrambled out of the room, returning moments later with a towel, an odd strained expression on her face.
 
Upon having her meal, the vampire walked back to the parlor. She dropped her wide hips into an ornate armchair. It had been a messier feeding session than she liked, but her thirst was at least quenched for now, the redhead seeming to be calm after all the hustle. The room didn’t look any different than before. The painting still sitting on the stand, the sofa still toppled. In the end, the finishing touches of the artist had become his blood stains on the canvas. Sarrah was of course wasn’t pleased with the painting. The untimely interruption of the vampire had left it unfinished to a degree. The posh redhead also thought the man had drawn her a bit fat.

“On the assumption you wonder…” Sarrah began to explain as her servant entered the room. “It would have hurt indeed.” The woman spoke from her seat, talking about the consequences if Aly had squeezed the trigger. Although she couldn’t say the same for her servant, a regular bullet going through her belly wouldn’t have been fatal for the vampire. She would still feel the metal piercing through her flesh, ripping her half-functional organs inside. Surely, it wasn’t a smart move for Aly to hug her gun, or standing next to the feeding vampire instead of just running away from the immediate vicinity. Sarrah didn’t seem to be frustrated by her bold servant though, but it was difficult to understand how she felt anyway.

When the lithe thief brought the towel she asked, the redhead’s dominant hand snapped against the girl’s forearm, her polished fingers firmly closing around the brunette’s wrist like a fierce jaw, her strong grasp on the girl printing her fingers onto the thief’s skin. Faint blue eyes stared into the girl’s still existing soul, sharp glances telegraphed a message about her daringness. “Thank you.” Sarrah grabbed the towel, her elegant digits relaxing around the wrist she firmly held. The poor artist’s blood was still fresh on her round face, making it difficult to understand where the blood ended and where her lipstick started. Starting from her neck, the vampires wiped the substance off as much as she could. She tapped the plush cloth on her face lightly, not to smear her make up too much. After all, it was difficult to look still good after death.

Given tonight’s events, if the redhead were to grade her servant’s performance, she would have given her an ‘S.’ Just, not as a superlative score. “Have I been too soft on you?” The vampire tilted her to the side, asking her servant. There were only two people she could put the blame on. And one of them was not alive to reprehend. “Have you forgotten my blaze?” The exotic beauty scolded her servant where she couldn’t another. She required the total submission of those who served her, a confident obedience and loyalty. Truly difficult traits to find these days, but not untrainable using the right motives. Blue eyes gazed at the thief without a blink. “Mayhap I shall rekindle your flame.” Sarrah suggested. Her pale eyes briefly glowed, offering a bright yellow flash. A sudden blue hue was casted upon the woman’s pale skin, the chill light dancing across her form. The fireplace next to the vampiress was scorched, strong blue flames oversaturating the room and sizzling in the night.
 
Aly's heart was finally starting to settle down now that she felt the majority of the danger had passed, the creature that was her mistress was now sated and Aly had done everything she could to help her, as much as it had troubled her to do so. Betraying her friend not trying to help him live, escape had been painful but she knew it had been for the best for her own survival, instead of two bodies there were now ony one of them instead. Ultimately choosing Sarrah and being a good little servant to the creature, Aly knew, had been the wisest choice and had given her the best outcome.

She glanced at the now tainted painting as she handed the towel over to the woman. She then stood by her relatively quiet for now, subdued rather than more talkative like she usually was. At Sarrah's words it sent a jolt of surprize and a moment of worry through Aly, had she read her mind or just read her thoughts before? Either way it wasn't good though fortunately it seemed as though it wasn't something that had really bothered the woman.

The young woman simply waited for whatever was next, hopefully dismissal for the evening. When Sarrah began speaking Aly's stomach dropped again and she furrowed her brows while staring at her.

"Too soft? No... no I'm terrified of you." she said quickly and honestly. "Of course I haven't forgot." she stammered quickly and look around at the blue flame. She'd done her best to not iritate Sarrah, not after she'd ran away and... well what had happened with her and Charlie. "I don't!" she said quickly and with emotion behind it. "I helped you today! I didn't do anything to interrupt, even though I knew him I was on your side, what more did you want me to do? If you'd have said I would". Aly was in no rush to need any more lessons.
 
Despite the outcome, the path leading to it had been a messy one tonight. Sarrah wasn’t really a fan of running after her prey or acting like a savage animal to ensure she was fed. Whether dead or alive, she preferred to remain ladylike. And tonight wasn’t one of those calm days where she hunted casually and waltzed after that to enjoy the taste of blood. She wasn’t a vicious clown who thought her victims tasted better when scared. On the contrary, the vampiress liked things orderly and relatively quiet. Although her servant had made a decent job today, there were also no one else to blame. Given her little stunt, the way she pointed a gun at her mistress, Sarrah believed a punishment was necessary.

Standing up from the chair, the vampiress stared at her servant. She didn’t stood as tall when her high heels were lost somewhere in the mansion, although she didn’t look less menacing. She grabbed Aly by the arm again, her clenched fingers holding the girl as an unbreakable shackle. Using her free hand, the fiery woman reached for the fireplace. Elegant fingers this time closed around a warm handle. She quickly tossed the branding iron into the flames, leaving it there to heat up in the bright blue blaze. It was an effective punishment, definitely an unpleasant penalty for the young thief.

Yanking on the girl’s arm, the redhead didn’t utter any more words, pulling Alegra with a force as if the cute brunette was tied to a tractor. She dragged the girl near a long table. Strong hands laid the thief over the table, on her back, her feet still on the floor. Sarrah quickly grabbed her servant’s wrists, pinning the young woman’s arms down. Her sharp glances fall upon the girl, the vampiress silently staring down at her servant as she leaned over the girl, trying to see the hints of terror in her eyes if the girl was indeed terrified by the woman she served as she claimed to be. The concerning noise of the iron heating up in the fireplace spoke for her where the vampire remained quiet. She let go of Aly’s wrists, her fingers sliding down the girl torso and spotting her waistline. Not bothering to unbutton the girl’s little shorts, Sarrah tore the garment open.
 
Aly was dreading what might come next and ideas on how to prevent it raced through her mind but each and everyone of them sounded both useless and pointless as the former thief knew they would not work. She could sometimes help direct Sarrah but ultimately she did as she wanted to and if there was a course of action she was set on then she was going to do it.

Aly groaned as her had was clasped and gave one useless pull of it. Her eyes went towards 5he fire and those deathly blue flames and at the branding iron that went in to it. Aly knew how this ended. The girl wanted to scream, to shout but she knew it was futile, it was pointless. She wasn't going to beg if it wouldn't get her anywhere.

She looked at Sarrah with a terrified look in her eyes though she clenched them shut soon after as the was taken to and pushed over the table. Her determination held and she put up no fight as she was held down and the woman's hand explored her. She took several deep breaths as her shorts were ripped away revealing her rather nice laced French knickers that were purple. Aly just hoped this was over quickly and that she might be left alone after.
 
After flashing the purple of the front of her underwear through the split shorts, the vampiress didn’t shifted her gaze from Aly’s eyes. She was quite an instable woman. In the absence of a dire thirst to bring her ferocity out, it was hard to guess whether she was pleased or annoyed. However, she seemed to be willing to punish her servant with the heat of iron. A method proven to be effective on the rouge thief. Her servant remained unresponsive, almost seemed to be accepting her fate at the end of the burning iron. Sarrah didn’t speak either, letting her expressive glances linger on her servant. During these times it became clearer that the woman was a mere soulless husk who lacked basic concepts such as empathy and mercy.

Keeping the girl in a prison of her cold glances, the vampire’s chill hands curled around and slid under the thief’s warmer thighs. Sharply, she spun the girl like a piece of meat on a pan, and bent her over the table. Her fingers tucked into the girl’s shorts, Sarrah stretched the already tight fabric out, lifting Aly’s cute rear a little up. Thanks to her previous profession’s somewhat acrobatic requirements, Aly had a quite decent form, a firm body with delightful properties. Slashing fingers of the vampire made quick work of the girl’s shorts, tearing the back of the garment as well and removing it completely off the young woman’s shapely hips.

A blunt pull moved the thief’s panty clad bottom off the table. Sarrah grabbed the girl from her ankles and roughly dropped her down on the floor. Her lithe servant wasn’t heavy, and the redhead held an unearthly strength. She dragged her servant across the ground like a trivial sack, sliding her body on her cute bosom and drawing the girl closer to the scorching fireplace. She laid the thief alongside the blazing flames. Hot air emitted from the fireplace brushed against the girl’s skin, blue light reflecting on her half naked lower body. It was a hot place to lie down, although what waited for her rump was many times hotter.

“Beg.” Sarrah’s simple but clear command broke the silence. One of her stocking clad legs rose up as the woman pressed her sole to Aly’s back, pinning the girl down like a curvy piece of wood. “Mutter the words of atonement.” A clanging noise resonated across the room as the mystical mistress picked the iron tool. She wasn’t in a rush, giving her servant a chance to convey her apologies, whether she thought to be blameless or not. The handle firm in her grasp, the ornate ‘S’ at the end of the iron rod stood above Aly’s bottom. “Beg me Alegra.” Sarrah repeated in a less convoluted way this time, channeling more of her weight onto the girl who lay under her foot. The short distance between the brand and the thief’s butt shortened more. “Tell me what would you do for me.” She questioned her servant’s loyalty. Finally, Sarrah pressed the metal shape against the girl’s bottom, allowing her feel the iron over her purple underpants, letting her body shiver with the cold object touching her body as the woman had picked an idle rod rather than the one she tossed into the flames.
 
Her moment lying over the table seemed to drag on for an eternity and Aly wasn't sure if Sarrah was reconsidering making her a meal, admiring her form, planning some form of punishment to inflict upon her or something else entirely. The girl was in no real rush to find out either. Her eyes opened and Aly jumped as the hands of the creature place her hands on to her considerable thighs.

The young thief would go from clenching her eyes shut to stealing glances up at Sarrah which froze her in place every time. The felt as though those cold eyes made her limbs heavy and turned her blood to slush. The girl's backside filled in to the purple fabric well and the knickers suited her particular plumpness. Soon the woman was unceremoniously was pulled from the table with a thud on to the ground. Aly was dragged along the floor like a sack of potatoes Nd she fet the heat of the fire was over her giving her a brief insight in to what was to come. Despite the heat she shivered at the situation, at everything especially the cold demeanour of Sarrah.

The young thief felt the strength of the ravishing vampiress pin her down and apply pressure so that she knew she couldn't get out of that position. The young woman whispered as she heard her mistress speak. So she wasnt getting around begging afterall, it was what Sarrah wanted. Maybe this meant that she didn't have her mind set up on punishing the thief? Or she did and this was all for show. Either way the girl knew she didn't have a choice.

"I..." she began choosing her words. "Please Miss Sarrah, don't do this to me. I... I don' need punishing, reminding. I know not to displeased you, I'm sorry for fuckin' up, I know it was all my fault, I should have done better." Her words came in a fast whirling plea and while she thought she hadnt really fucked up like Sareah wanted to Express that was pointless. "You are beautiful Miss Sarrah, I would do whatever you wanted... maintain the house, le'in' ya 'ave me when ya wan' me... service ya... You just 'ave to ask." She muttered hating the words but meaning them. If it was put of that or being tortured and killed she would choose that everytime. She knew she was going to be tortured still in punishment but she hoped she would make it quick with this at least. When she felt the cold mettle she gave a quick help and flinched under the woman's foot before settling back down with heavy breathing when she realized it wasn't the red hot brand.
 
The unpleasant rod dropped from the woman’s elegant fingers. The iron clanged and bounced against the floor next to the thief’s lain body. She was still intended to punish her cute servant, but it had to wait for now. After slaking her thirst, the curvy redhead had other desires to appease. Intimate moments that required Aly’s company. She was fortunate to find such a sturdy servant. A durable young girl, but still a charming one to live her sensual fantasies. Twisted fantasies that had nothing to do with her vampire identity but her mischief. Sarrah sometimes liked things light and tender, and sometimes wild.

Apparently, her time spent with her difficult host, Aly had learned some of the vampire’s weaknesses. Although she was dead, the pale woman still appreciated compliment, like most women, liked to be reminded of her beauty. However, Sarrah had also grown to know her servant. She knew very well how selfish of an arrogant brat the girl really was. She shook her head from side to side, looking down at her captive. “You’re a terrible liar.” The grandiose woman claimed. She pulled her foot off the girl’s back and spent some time to fluff her crimson hair up. “Although, I fear punishing you at present might diminute your mood.”

Still, towering above the thief, Sarrah stood still. “My room.” She simply added. Her shapely hips swayed in her tainted dress as the vampire headed towards the open door. The fireplace lost its blue hue with the departure of the mistress of the mansion. Her home was not a modest place to live. It included many bedrooms. The one Sarrah really called as her room was a different one, safer than the others in terms of the fatal rays of sun. A dark lair, windows tightly planked both from inside and outside. A dark place where light was not welcomed. “Find my shoes too! I don’t wish to lose that pair!” The redhead called out, barking a last command before she left the thief alone.

Leaving a trail of her removed dress and stripped undergarments, the vampire vanished into her bedroom only in her sheer stockings, a place where she rarely invited her servant. Like the rest of the rooms, it contained ornate furniture, hardwood closets and luxury items. None of them were visible in the room though. Behind the door, everything was swallowed by darkness. The doorway lead into void, a blinding dark where one doubted if their eyes were shut or open. Sarrah closed the door behind her, awaiting her servant’s eventual visit, to make use of her fit form in the dark, explore what it could offer.
 
While lies fell easy and very convincingly from Aly's lips the compliment hadn't been one of them. Anyone with eyes could see just how ravishing she was and despite how terrifying Aly found her the young girl was definitely attracted to the vampire


"I do think you are beautiful, how couldn' I?" The woman said in a confident voice partly because she knew the vampire loved compliments and partly because she wanted to rebuke the notion of her lying this time. Either way whether it would help or not Aly didn't truly know.


She knew what the woman wanted now and sexual desires Aly could deal with and far preferred to being made to suffer. Aly was lucky that the woman found her attractive. She breathed a sigh 9f relief and nodded quickly to the woman as she was freed. "Yes Miss Sarrah" she called quickly and jumped to her feet.


Aly looked at the now cool fore. Picked up her ruined shorts and used them to remove the brand from the fire, maybe Sarrah would forget? Either way she didn't need reminding. Aly slipped off her shirt to reveal a matching purple bra as she onww it would be preferred and darted after her. She saw the clothes dotted around the corridor like a trail of bread crumbs and flowed them, her mind thinking about what she'd find. Sarrah was a good lover and their intimate moments were amongst some of the better she experienced here. She also knew the next day before Sarrah woke she had to make sure the clothing was picked up and put away. It was moments before she sauntered in to Sarrah's room after.
 
Responsibilities of the servant weren’t limited to looking after the mansion and helping her mistress to hunt. The girl was also required to satisfy the redhead’s more personal needs. In the end, two women living alone in a big house was as intimate as it sounded. Apparently, Aly had learned not to wait her mistress for long as the girl was quick to show up. When the door cracked open, the dim light leaked in and faintly illuminated the dark room. The vampiress was already sitting on her bed. Her body illuminated in the room, her curves, namely her generous breasts casted harsh shadows on her fair skin. Among the thief’s regular duties, serving the woman on these kind of sensual deeds couldn’t be considered the most difficult. However it wasn’t very easy as well.

The door creaked behind the thief, slowly closing by itself, the dim light brushing past the vampire’s naked form and leaving its place to darkness. When the solid cover of the room was once again closed, blackness swallowed everything inside, lack of light giving the thief an imaginary blindfold, unable to receive visual clues on her mistress’ approach where the woman didn’t breathe either. Sarrah was more comfortable in dark, although certainly not because she shied away from showing her pale skin or generosities of her figure. Not only the crimson haired woman found her own way in the pitch black bedroom, she orchestrated the thief’s movement as well. The mattress was a more comfortable place to lie down than the floor in front of the fireplace. The vampire laid Aly’s alluring body across the wide bed, face up. It was no secret she liked the top position. Her cold thighs spread beside the brunette’s fit belly, she sat on top of the girl.

Forcing Aly to share the warmth of her body, the redhead leaned over her servant. Her soft fingers slid up the girl’s ribs and curved over the purple bra to feel her contained orbs under her fingertips. No air to come out of her mouth, whereabouts of her face remained a secret until her nose touched the girl’s neck. As it was seen tonight, things could get pretty messy when a vampire’s mouth came close to one’s neck, however it was still a thrilling experience. Blood red lips slid up Aly’s neck, slight lifting of the woman’s upper lip contacting the vampire’s now shorter fangs with the brunette’s skin. Finding an earlobe to pull into her mouth, Sarrah tucked her fingers into the cups of the thief’s bra.

“Do you submit?” She whispered into the girl’s ear. A basic question with a clear answer, although still satisfying to hear it from the young woman’s lips. In spite of parting her legs for her servant time to time, the vampiress preferred to be the domineering force over the bed. She had been gentle so far, but still yanked on Alegra’s bra sharp. The purple fabric swiftly abandoned its post over the girl’s firm breasts and slipped down, freeing those enticing orbs for their exotic owner.
 
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