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Epidemic ((Dampylle&Retro))

RetroWitchcraft

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Jun 24, 2011
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The Basement
At first things had started out slowly. Earlier that week one or two people had come in with symptoms resembling anemia. After extensive testing it was shown that their blood iron levels were fine and there was no internal bleeding. Those people ended up dead a few days later and more people came in with the exact same symptoms. The emergency room was filled with several families that day and, nervously, the volunteer watched as more came in.

"Do you really think its an epidemic?" she asked the receptionist as she scurried into the office. "I've heard some of the other nurses call it that. There doesn't seem to be many people that have it. I mean there are only a few people in the waiting room that are actually sick."

A middle aged woman with dark hair pulled back in a severe bun looked up from the desk. Although she had nothing to do with actually treating patients, she was still in a pair of ridiculous black scrubs with kittens plastered all over them. This was for sanitary reasons, according to the regulations, and all hospital employees and volunteers had to wear them (except for the custodial staff, of course). Like everyone, the woman had a badge hanging from her neck by a rope with the hospital's name printed neatly around the loop in white. The dark eyes of the woman look fatigued.


"Maria," she said softly. "You are worrying too much over this. Its likely just a mutated strain of the flu."

"But a few people have already died. The nurses and doctors are really nervous. Really, really nervous." The young woman replied. She caught her own reflection in the glass that surrounding the office. She was a pale girl with golden blond curls, which she kept pinned messily out of her face. Even in the reflection she could tell there were bags beneath her eyes. Volunteer work on top of college course work was difficult to balance and she turned away from her own looks in disgust. "The head nurse is thinking about sending home the interns and volunteers until this all clears up."

"You shouldn't spread around such horrible rumors. You're going to frighten people senselessly."

Maria chewed on her bottom lip. Maybe it was wrong of her to repeat what she heard but, still, the fact that trained medical personnel were saying it was something to her. "I have to head out anyway. I need to get some research done for an article. The piece is due two days from now and I haven't even gotten word one written."

The receptionist sighed and shook her head as Maria ran towards the door. It was about time she headed home anyway. Her classes started at nine in the morning the next day, too. From the pocket of her pink scrubs she pulled out the keys to her car. It wasn't much; a white hatchback that was filled with fast food wrappers and books, but the vehicle served the purpose of carting her from one place to another.

As she drove home her mind was not on the article that awaited her. It was a stupid exercise; a flight of fantasy that she did not understand. Article writing was about cold, hard facts and information. She could not focus on anything with the epidemic in the back of her mind...

In fact, she found herself driving down the back alleyways instead of going to her apartment. Her mind was uneasy. What she really wanted to write about was epidemics and how they spread. The illness was pressing heavily on her mind...
 
The night was a busy one at the hottest cyber cafe in town. It was the sort of place that spoke of extravagance and the simple fact that tech and gaming had become to say the very least a popular past time. But that was only part of why this place was always so busy. The other was the simple fact that it had a staggeringly good location and was several times the size of your usual cyber cafe. It was sized more akin to a small club or large bar with areas sectioned for various needs. Islands of machines that could be used for LAN parties, able to run the best of software of course, surrounded by cubicles for individual gaming on ones down time. Another section was nothing but private cubicles for browsing or research. There were even machines linked to local libraries that supported ebook borrowing or purchases. There was also the fact that it did have an actual bar on the second floor with more machines, and a full diner style restaurant where anything from hamburgers and sandwiches to soup and salad with drinks and appetizers could be brought to you as you worked or gamed.

But the best reason people found to use this place was simply its location. It was just off campus of the local collage but was also a short walk from the local hospital and was surrounded by businesses as well as the downtown hotels not being to far off. People on their breaks, people who needed to step away from the hospital while watching friends or family who were being treated, and students seeking to game or research off campus or while grabbing something to eat. It meant that the place always had someone there at any given hour, which is why the cafe was open 24/7 and staffed seemingly with handsome men and lovely women to add to the appeal.

But unknown to most there was a lavish suite on the third floor that served as the meeting place for a rather influential individual or to house his guests. Known to even fewer was the fact that below the cafe was another such place that extended beyond the footprint of the building above, a veritable underground mansion or lair that served as home to that same enigmatic figure. At the moment this same figure was in an office on the second floor, it had a bay window that looked out over the first floor, to either side of it were private suites with their own similar windows.

This was a new endeavor for him but it was going quite well. He was able to view the traffic from not only the collage but local businesses as well as the hospital with just a dash of tourism to keep things interesting. It made it all to simple to pick someone or even a group to be invited to a private room or up to the suite where feeding could occur if he was so inclined.

Though he also had a thrall or two at the hospital itself so the feeding for him was more about the hunt and the simple fact that he could. It would after all be a simple matter for him to acquire blood from the hospital stores if he so desired and he did in fact have a stock acquired in case he did not wish to hunt for prey or just needed to lay low.

Of course this was all just to entertain him in the end. Those of his kind locally all payed homage to him in one way or another. In a sense this was his town as far as they were concerned and so there were dues to be payed, especially if they were seeking to do some form of business be it in the public eye or in the shadows... after all it was his thralls and bought officials that ensured what they did was written off or cleaned up.

But none of that mattered right now, no all that he was concerned with now was watching the crowds as they filed into the little cubicles or sat at tables, watching as some peeled off to go upstairs where they could also have drinks. It was this show that now entertained him... for now at least.
 
With deadline looming over her like a somber canopy, Maria finally pulled over to the cafe next to the hospital. No matter the time of day or night the internet hotspot was always bustling and it felt awkward walking in to the place. Even though there were many different types of people, everyone of like lifeform balled together. All of the gamers took up one corner in the very back; where the large islands of computers rested. There were the hipsters sitting around with their own laptops, writing something in public and placing orders of obscure drinks they were sure the waitresses never had heard of. Her destination, however, was going to be a private booth. She liked the way the cubicles provided cover and no one approached her.

The willowy young woman walked into the cafe, still in her scrubs from work. Some strange glances were cast her way. She wondered what they were thinking. What if they thought she was carrying around the illness that had infected so many people? Many people were leery of hospital workers during this time. As she walked, she pulled her hair from its ponytail. Her golden curls taking a second to tumbled down and over her back. It was heavy, thick hair that caused headaches but her mother insisted that she keep it long.

One of the handsome waiters approached her and she shook her head. She didn't want anything and, when she started on research, she hated being disturbed for anything. It wasn't that she was particularly fond of it. Quite the opposite, actually: Maria much preferred getting it done all in one fell swoop because she disdained it. Especially if she was looking into something that was not to her tastes.

Quickly she entered a booth that was the furthest away from the rest of the life inside of the cafe and sat down. She flicked on the computer. Although these machines were communal, they didn't have the lag that was common with CPUs that were shared between many people. Maria didn't know much about that sort of thing but she was sure that everything there was properly maintained.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered to herself as she pulled up a search engine. "Why should I have to do my article on something that isn't even real."

Her slender fingers typed in the word 'Vampire' into Google. Instantly thousands of things came up. A groan escaped her throat. This was going to be a long, long night. She clicked on the first link provided and started to read.
 
It was simple enough to just watch them from where he stood high above and behind mirrored glass. Lavender eyes that seemed oh so mesmerizing gazing out over the people as they settled in to use the machines he had provided. Of course it was never so simple as running a business... no his kind had to adapt to maintain control and that meant they needed ways to learn or observe their prey. In this case he had come up with the simple idea to let them gather and do as they please, using machines as they so often did. Then all he had to do was set up private machines down below to monitor traffic through the servers and routing hubs... and the information literally came to him.

It was so much simpler this way. It had of course taken some time for him to learn this skill set but at the same time he was a hunter like no other... and this was simply the latest way to hunt. But even knowing all of that if you had told him a hundred years earlier that he could sit in one room and gain all he needed to know to lure not just one but dozens in with a bit of shiny plastic or the right music, with a drink or a certain kind of food... he would have scoffed and called you mad. But the times had changed and he as always had adapted to remain the apex predator in his realm.

It is why no matter where he settled it had always been a simple matter of time before all he saw was his. So it was no surprise that this was now his city. No for he was the thing even his own kind feared, he was the terrible beast that some feared to even whisper about lest they draw his attention.

Such were the things he pondered when a small message box appeared on screen. It was only to appear if a customers searches were atypical for the time and current usage. So he took a look and chuckled a bit. Earlier in the day this would not have even tripped his little program... because earlier there had been several students researching similar papers, and before that those who came to frequent their internet forums to gush about the travesty that seemed so popular among them... that thought made him shake his head though. Whomever thought up those accursed blots on the word vampire that passed for books would meat a painful end should they ever be so unfortunate to be in a room with Mythrand The Blackblade.

He dismissed such thoughts though as he watched the data stream through the text window. It was as good a way to pass the time as any... doubly so as he cross referenced it and noticed where it was coming from and that there had been no orders placed. A lone lamb off to the sides was that much easier to pick off should he grow bored and desire an old fashioned hunt after all.
 
Maria had no idea that someone was watching her progress. In fact she was under the impression that everyone's searches were private. At least that is what she assumed. There was always some thrill seeker in one of the booths going to town, pleasuring themselves to whatever porn the search engines brought up. Why would the management let that go on if they knew when it was happening?

She opened a new document in Microsoft Word and began to copy and paste the links of sites she went through into it. This would make up part of her reference page. There would be other research, of course. Even in the golden age of technology she preferred using actual books. There was something more sound to her about a book than a screen and it felt odd offering up URLs instead of actual, factual books as source material. After she had saved the document and emailed it to herself, she deposited its contents into the recycling bin.

Again she opened up a new document and paused, staring blankly at the fresh word pad. This was going to be completely and utterly ridiculous. How could she write something so uninformative? Where did her professor get the notion to assign his class such drivel? He described it as a creative project but this wasn't the reason she took the class.

Then an idea came to her. What she really wanted to do was an exposé on the epidemic that the doctors at the nearby hospital were so concerned with. Since she couldn't do that, why not do something that incorporated the concept of mass illness? Suddenly vampires made a lot of sense in reference to the newfound illness. Her fingers began to fly across the keyboard.

I first noticed the strange symptoms of the new epidemic while working as a volunteer at Divine Providence hospital. I had been donating my time to the place for a few years and had never seen anything of the like. People were coming in with anemia associated with blood loss, insomnia, nausea, and extreme thirst. It was odd because everything else seemed normal. The only indicator on the ill were two bug-bite like marks on various parts of the body. There was a difference between those who were hospitalized right away and those who opted to go home. Even without medicines, those kept under watch at the hospital were better within a night or two. Those who went home showed up at the morgue two or three days later...

Ah! It was brilliant! Instead of doing an article on vampires directly, she had chosen to go a different route and make them the cause of mass death inside the city. She grinned like an idiot as she continued to write.
 
As he watched the stream of data something caught his eye. Mention of the current string of deaths plaguing the city which was concerning enough in of itself because of the true cause. But even more concerning was the fact that weather it was written seriously or on whimsy it was on a trail that would lead to investiagions that could prove problematic. True it looked like a strange epidemic plaguing the city with symptoms similar to anemia made all the more strange by the fact that one patient could fully recover while another in an identical medical situation could die in a matter of days. It baffled the doctors but thanks to his influence it had been kept for the most part rather quiet.

The truth was sinister and made it clear exactly why he had used his influence. This was his city true but most others were controlled by a council of elders. As of late there had been an influx of people not wishing to live under the rule of that council and worse there had been many making new childer without sanction. The sudden population surge meant that not all were paying into the blood trade in favor of open feeding, it also meant that there were some new denizens who were not accounted for in his planning... and their feeding was the source of this epidemic. Thus far he had seen fit to cover up the truth of what was happening but it was not the only solution at his disposal... he had made it known recently that if this continued he would do what he must, he would cull those threatening his city.

But here was a woman who threatened to possibly upset things before he could deal with them. That is of course assuming anyone believed her story or took it seriously. He knew though that while most would read it as simple fiction there were the conspiracy nuts or the few looking to cause him trouble who would know better. So the first thing he did was reach over and with a few keystrokes activate programs that would trace wherever she sent the document as well as snatch any local copies. He then reached over and picked up the phone to call down to the floor, "The girl in the pack cubicle... unit 13... pull her information and have it brought to me... no do not stop or approach her, if the need arrises I will see to things myself."
 
More words flew across the screen as she wrote, her fingers moving faster as ideas flowed from their tips. Fueled by her interests the assignment did not seem as annoying. In fact, she was rather enjoying herself and thought that this was a very creative way to address the task. Professor Albain was going to give her a high score for sure!

I investigated things further and took it upon myself to question those who survived the odd illness. All gave strikingly similar accounts. There was always a mysterious stranger that they somehow met in the evening and, somehow, that stranger was invited in after assisting them. When they had went to sleep, each reported an eerie sort of dream where they had let the stranger in through their windows.

She paused and looked over her work. The wording felt off but she shrugged the nagging feeling off. This was only a sloppy copy and, really, she always revised her work at least seven different times before she handed the assignment in for grading. Maria was a perfectionist. Every detail had to be just so.

All around her the sounds of the cafe grew louder. More people had come in, late night studiers who had other things to attend to before grabbing a chance to study. Or gamers. Gamers loved the place because it was opened all night and provided much better connectivity than any hotspot in town. Her attention was drawn towards the new chatter and she groaned. Getting work done had just become harder.

Meanwhile the information the owner of the establishment requested was being brought to him by a rather busty young woman in a tight uniform. A folder was in her hands and she handed it off to him.

"For you, Master," she said with a sly smile.
 
Mythrand smirked a bit, a truly devilish smile if ever there was one, as the rather busty young woman arrived to deliver the folder to him. The way she addressed him as well as that sly smile on her lips made it all to clear that she was not just eye candy for the customers. Her presence also made it all to clear that the employees downstairs wanted to insure their master was pleased even in a moment that might irritate him.

It was no secret what the many busty and beautiful women prancing around often did in their spare time, or when called into his office, and it was likewise no secret that they all seemed to quite enjoy it. Though they were all given proper benefits as employees and all were given hours to work and payed fairly well, even more so given the tips they often earned wearing those tight uniforms, it was generally understood by those who worked for him that these women were also his all to willing playthings.

Weather it was the simple allure of the vampire and the narcotic pleasure of that dark kiss or perhaps something more that set him apart from his peers was any one's guess. But in the end it really did not matter because the why was not the point. The fact that they were all his, an all to willing harem eager to see to his pleasure was the point and it was a point his employees used to appease him in moments like this.

So he took the folder from her hand but also moved his other hand in a lightning quick motion. He grasped her wrist even as he shifted his chair away from the desk just enough to pull the buxom beauty into his lap. No sooner had she landed in his lap than his lips danced over the swell of her ample bosom in the tempting promise of so much more. Then those same tempting attentions trailed up to her neck where his fangs brushed so lightly against her supple neck only to drag back down to her bosom in an agonizingly slow and tempting show of desire and hunger.

Once he had the busty beauty sufficiently enticed in this way he let one hand slide up along her thigh and then her midsection to cup and squeeze her bosom while he looked through the folder noting that it had plenty of information should he need to track the woman even now adding vampire movie cliches to her article. The part about windows earned a throaty chuckle from him as he realized that though her article might point people towards the truth it seemed she might not have as much of it herself... at least not yet.

He closed the folder and set it upon his desk before adding his other hand to his current pastime. Both hands now caressing and tempting the woman in his lap as his lips and fangs once more resumed teasing her bosom and throat... promising that dark kiss and that mind numbing sensual pleasure as a reward for her eager and faithful service to her master as he spoke letting hypnotic velvety tones drift into her ear, "What if your master wants more than just a folder?"
 
The thrall giggled loudly as she was pulled into Mythrand's lap. Everyone who worked for the vampire ancient knew his particular preference for young, busty women who did not think very much for themselves aside for how they could be pleasured. His men quite enjoyed it though, as they too could partake of any willing plaything and they were always more than eager.

She pressed against him and wiggled her behind against his lap, making quite the display of herself for him. Perhaps she was little over the top but she clearly knew exactly what he liked and what he didn't. A playful expression shone in her eyes but she pouted a little, attempting to draw her expression in a worried look.

"Master, you know that I have other duties," she replied. Though there were plenty of other women out on the floor, tending to the gamers. He liked a little resistance. Only a little though.

Down below Maria was typing away at her project. Another waiter had come up to her and she finally caved. Even if swinging a large coffee might mean missing out on dollar menu faire. What was another pack or two of chicken ramen anyway in comparison to knocking out an assignment in practically one night of work? Besides, she did not have classes the next day and she was not needed at the hospital until midday.

When her coffee arrived she noted something. Although she had forgotten to mention how she wanted it done, it arrived nearly milky white. Curiously she eyed the large container it came in and, after a few more seconds, sipped on the contents. It was also very sweet... this was exactly how she liked her coffee. Before he could leave the area, she waved her server over to her again.

"I didn't tell you how I wanted my coffee," she said. "How did you know I liked it this way?"

The waiter looked embarrassed and placed a hand to his cheek. "You know what, I must have mixed up you with another customer! I do that a lot! Do you want me to get you another?"

"No... no... this is perfect."

He walked away and she was surprised at her own dumb luck. Coincidences were so weird sometimes. Who would have thought she'd get her coffee just right, even if she had made no specifications for it?

"It's just your night, Maria," she told herself as she continued on with her work.
 
Mythrand chuckled as the thrall oh so willingly wiggled her shapely rear against his lap and the rather impressive bulge there. He had at least a dozen women like this all of whom would make many men and women drool in desire. They were also all addicted to him in one way or another and thus all to willing... it also did not hurt that when he was done with them after the start they also all seemed to have quite a bit more hunger in certain respects, more desire... and thus did not mind the attention one bit.

He knew full well some of those in his employ were want to enjoy the women as well, and so long as they only did so with his graces so as to avoid his favorites and not slack off on their work he allowed them that benefit. Hell the women were the main reason the men worked so hard, after all when the reward was a busty libidinous beauty all to eager to indulge in carnal desires it seemed quite the motivator. But the men knew full well they were all his thralls and that to play with his toys without permission was not the sort of thing that tended to end well.

But for now that was not the concern, the eager buxom lovely in his lap was. He trailed his fangs along her neck to whisper into her ears in those velvety hypnotic tones that seemed to slip so smoothly past her defenses and blend so smoothly with her thoughts, "They can wait... you know you are far to sexually charged to ignore your desire for me... you know you do not want to resist the urge to be a horny plaything for your master." Even as he spoke his hands slid up to fondle her full tits possessively while his fingers found her nipples through her tight top to pinch at while his fangs once more traced down along her neck with that promise of the dark kiss, that temptation that if she only submitted to her desire and lust he would give her that narcotic pleasure that left her quaking and ready for more.

As he waited for the thrall to feign a struggle or simply give in, he turned his gaze idly over to observe how the article was shaping up from the woman who he would no doubt hunt next.

Of course the computers continued to track the beauty below as she typed. Even if not the computers as soon as the master had asked the girls began to watch her and those behind the bar and in the back did their bit as well. They would watch and keep track of her in hopes of being able to offer something to their master... the men in hopes of a chance with the thralls, and the thralls in hopes that he would have his way with them if they did well.

So it was no surprise when the barista checked old orders on her account and prepared the coffee perfectly, nor was it a surprise when the servers made sure to downplay it as nothing major when she seemed curious as to how. Eventually people came to simply expect that level of service from the cafe and that is when they were truly hooked.

They knew that given his interest the beauty they were watching would either end up a personal pet or a thrall in all likelyhood and some of them wanted to be in good graces when as always happened with those their master had his way with... her hungers grew and he made her embrace all she suppressed. For now that meant keeping her happy so that she stayed as long as possible and keeping an eye on what she was up to.
 
A strange sensation crept up Maria's spine. Eyes were on her. The more she worked, the more she could feel stares on the back of her head and the sides of her face. A strange lump had worked its way into her throat. An icy sensation trickled down into her stomach, twisting into what felt like a knot. Shivers ran up and down her spine despite how frequently she sipped at the hot coffee to warm her.

...I had been granted an interview with a person who supposedly knew why the outbreak had occurred. A strange individual who kept his identity secret and wished to meet in a secret place. Though I should have been more cautious, I decided to go along with his plans, and meet him in an all night cafe, after one am.

The strange sensation grew and it caused her to stop writing. Before her was another barista, this time a male, who was offering her a plate full of sandwiches, cut into quarters. Her eyebrow rose. These people were very unsettling tonight. They had never been this attentive before and it instantly set the blonde on edge. Her vibrant green eyes narrowed on him.

"Sandwiches, too?" she asked. "The staff is spending a lot of time on me this evening."

Without waiting for a reply, she took a quarter and stuffed it in her mouth, chewing quite noisily. Ah. She'd ordered this before there. It almost made her wonder if they had, all along, been paying attention to all of their customers in such a fashion.

She took another sandwich and added thickly, stuffing it into her mouth as the first. "Its a nice gesture but I can't afford this right now. I almost can't pay for the coffee."

"D-don't worry," he replied, apparently off put by her eating etiquette. "They're on the house this evening. All of our food is. The owner knows how tough college kids have it and likes to do these specials every now and again."

Her eyes flashed and she took the whole plate. Now, she normally wasn't this rude, but free food was free food and in all fairness, she WAS a college student. "Thanks. You can go now."

Maria shooed off the shocked waiter with a waving hand.

Above the spectacle the hungry blonde provided, the young thrall in her master's lap was trembling in delight. It was impossible for one such as her to deny Mythrand anything. Especially since he demanded it in such enticing ways. Already her black becoming moistened.

Eager hands went to work to undo his pants but she was not so bold as to touch him outright. This particular girl was well taught and had been with Mythrand long enough to know how he enjoyed his women. Her head tilted back and she bit her lip as his fangs teased her neck.

"Yes, please," she begged. "Please."

Without really thinking of it, she straddled him and arched her back to fill his hands more. Even when playing demure it was clear as day what this girl was; a slut and one who loved every second of it.
 
The man behind the counter was of course all to aware of the preferences of the lovely blonde. So it was no coincidence that food had been sent in the hopes of keeping her on hand until the master was available. But since the busy beauty had not returned yet it was also generally understood by the workers that the master was having his way with her... of course since most of the girls would never thing of denying the master, and in fact were all to eager to submit to him, this had been anticipated to a certain degree and was of course planned for.

This is why even as the man behind the bar worked to keep her in the cafe until their master could decide how he wanted to proceed, a second man in the back server room was logging all she was working on at the terminal to see if that could be used in some way. It was then that he noticed her little bit about meeting someone for information about the cause of the Epidemic. He smiled and noted that it would be easy to have one of the fledglings follow her to find this person if it was true, and if it was fiction he could give this information to the master and know full well it could be used to arrange the perfect chance to seduce or snatch the young woman.

Even as the man in the back made such a brilliant discovery the waiter was returning to the main counter shaking his head, "She is a beast... even for a collage student. Are you certain the boss will be wanting to keep an eye on her? I mean she is not dressed or acting like the sort to just swoon and she is so... well you saw."

The well muscled man behind the bar nodded, "Oh I am sure... just look at her. She may hide it under the outfits and the way she acts but she has the body and looks to hook men I am sure. You know how he likes the lookers. I would not be surprised if it is the reason he asked for the file."

Neither of them knew it was the article that sparked his interest. But had he not been so distracted that he had yet to flip the page and see the picture in her file he would well have been asking them to watch her regardless because the man behind the bar was quite correct in that he would want to keep the lovely blonde as his own lusty plaything. He was after all as the man downstairs said want to pursue women of exceptional beauty and it was in fact how the thralls in the cafe all came to be there. They had all at one point or another been simple customers or women he had seen... before he addicted them, corrupted them, and changed them into something far more libidinous and sultry to suit his whims.

In fact the buxom blond unfastening his pants even as she returned to thrusting her more than ample tits into his hands and begging for it, acting like a total slut for him and obviously loving every moment of it... had been rather shy and demure when he found her. Hiding her figure and trying to focus on her schoolwork because she wanted to be taken seriously. That did not last though once he had his way with her... once he awakened in her rather insatiable desires and stripped away her inhibitions. She had never complained though and if anything seemed all to happy with what she had become.

So he growled into her ear, "Then take out my huge cock you horny slut... we both know it is what you need." Of course even as she straddled him and he waited for here to do as she was told he leaned down and bit into her neck taking a slow and sensual drink of the horny slut. He wanted to hear her moan as she took his huge cock out even as he roughly fondled her impressive tits through her top.
 
There was no more edging on the young woman needed. She hiked up her already short skirt higher and pushed aside her panties. Without hesitation she pulled her master's member from his pants and speared herself on the pulsing rod just as his fangs pierced the skin on her neck.

She moaned loudly and began to rock her hips, moving as hard and as fast as she could manage. The bite had put the pretty little thrall into a dizzying state of lust.

Maria, on the other hand, was experience primal urges of a different sort as she shoved a seventh sandwich quarter into her mouth. How favorable the evening had turned out to be. Now that she was over the annoyance of having to write something that she deemed as ridiculous and pushed aside the unsettling sensation, she was quite enjoying herself. The once severe young woman faded away to reveal an almost playful girl.

The wait staff were looking at her with disgust as she went about here writing, mouth opened as she chewed on her meal. Watching her had become very difficult though there were a few her found her naturally goofiness endearing.
 
Mythrand smirked as the woman went wild. Thus was the state his thralls often found themselves in... ravenous for pleasure, drunk with desire, and loving every moment of it. He of course savored his feeding and then deftly licked the wound closed with a dominant growl as he thrust his hips driving his impressive member into the all to willing thrall now moaning as she rode him. The speed and intensity being all the thrall could manage made it all to clear just how much she enjoyed her state and the simple fact that after all he had done to her... she really was a slut and this is what she lived for, the moments when she could happily be used to sate the lust of the one who had claimed her and made her this way.

The staff downstairs were for their part shocked at both the appetite and the mannerism if the beauty they were keeping an eye on. She was to say the least ravenous and made no effort to hide that or even to downplay it. One of the servers had commented that she was rather fun to watch in a way, almost like the sort of goofyness you expected of a character in a book or movie. Of course the man behind the bar did not find it quite so endearing.

But he knew better than to question his masters edicts and so everyone weather they found her antics endearing or not would work to subtly keep her pleased and thus willing to stay. They would also work to gather what information they could to add to the file so as to ensure that if their master wanted to pursue her he would be all to able to do so. What the master wanted he was generally want to get sooner or later and they had all learned that helping him get it sooner provided rewards, while making him wait carried certain very real risks.
 
After a heated half an hour, the young barista left Mythrand's private room. A delicate finger came up to wipe at the corner of her mouth. Her face was glowing. Clearly she had gotten a special gift from him and that made the other young women eager as well.

Full on sandwiches and finding nowhere to go with her current musings, Maria knew that it was likely time to leave. The paper was due in a few days, sure, but forcing writing always ended poorly. Nothing was worse than reading something that was stiff and lurched forward in annoying jerks, clearly showing that the author was stuck. Even if she went back and revised, she knew that it would sound awful. She wanted to stay and see if she was able to get more free things but, really, she did have a small sliver of shame.

Everything she wrote was emailed to her university email address from her civilian one. After standing and stretching, she began to head towards the door. It was a satisfying night. Something that she originally thought to be boring was turning out to be a fun challenge.
 
Mythrand had his way with the buxom barista at length and new full well she loved every moment of it and would be back for more given the chance. But as he sent her on her way he turned his attention to both the feeds from the room below and the file the busty slut had brought him. The file contained plenty should he desire to track the young woman below and beyond that it contained photographs taken by the security systems to match her profile as one of the regulars. Most establishment settled for the simple or cheap cameras that were sufficient for security. But Mythrand had invested in high resolution full color cameras, high end cameras after all in this case provided far better images... and it was just such a high resolution image he was currently interested in.

The woman who had been flagged by his machines was to say the least beautiful. He smirked thinking how well she would fit here in his chambers, preferably after he woke in her hungers and passions the likes of wish she may not have even imagined. It was after all what he did, he had a talent for drawing out the dark or amorous desires people ignored and more than even that for making them more intense. A shy timid woman in his clutches ended up unleashing all her repressed desires and becoming wonton and eager in her lusts and passions. So as he looked at the image he wondered how far he could take the woman typing away in the room below... what darkness and lust could he grow in the lovely woman's psyche?

It was then that he glanced up and saw that she was sending her drafts away for safe keeping. The software he used of course kept log of everything and so they had copies of her little project. Copies that were soon printing just so he could glance over them. No she could not know this much and no one would dare to cross him by going to someone in the journalist field even if she was only a student... but her fiction gave him a way to lure her in for far more entertaining pursuits.

A few keystrokes later and he had reports from the hospital and the university, he did keep quite thorough records and so his people often kept track of the employment of customers so that they could better anticipate needs or draw them in socially. Her interest in the epidemic was thus well documented in the reports from his people at the hospital and that coupled with her writing gave him everything they needed. He flipped through the files until he found a number that was the most recent they had 'acquired' as her cell phone. He then took out the sort of pre-paid phone often called a 'burn phone' and dialed her number.
 
Leaving was difficult. As if all of the staff members had been watching her the whole time, they rose to meet her and offered her various things in attempts to get her to stay. A few, especially the women, looked pretty desperate in their efforts. Immediately this struck Maria as odd. It was their job to make sure that people enjoyed their visit and were satisfied enough to come back but this was overdoing it! With some effort she pushed through the waiters and waitresses. The feeling of trepidation from before came back in full force: every inch of her flesh was crawling.

When she got out of the place, she heaved a sigh and pressed herself against the wall right next to the door. The cool night air felt good on her skin. She hadn't realized how very hot she had become in there or how badly her nerves had churned her stomach. All she did for a moment was breathe. Why did she feel as if she had just emerged from a school of sharks?

"There's a fire burning in my heart reaching a fevered pitch..."

Maria jumped at the sound, the muffled noise coming from the pocket of her scrubs. Again the line of the song repeated and she hastily pulled the small cell out, flipping it open. The number was unrecognized. Again the feeling of dread pulled at her but she could not stop herself. Curiosity got the better of her and she answered it.

"Who is this?" she asked, sounding more panicked than what she intended.
 
His voice as always was like velvet and the cheap throw away phone he was using did nothing to change that fact. Nothing ever seemed to change the way that velvety tenor resonated in a way that could only be called hypnotic or mesmerizing. It was the stuff of fantasy and yet there it was clearly heard over the young woman's cell phone in response, "A friend who knows what is causing the epidemic."

It was a single sentence spoken by a voice that was the stuff of dreams. But it was the weight and meaning of that utterance that was so overwhelming. A single and seemingly simple statement that in a moment offered a truth that could change everything about the sordid secret that the hospital worked so hard to keep quiet. It was a promise of knowledge that most thought did not even exist. In short, forbidden knowledge that was not want to see the light of day and should not be known to the public yet here was this dark and seductive voice promising her just that... offering exactly what she had been looking for.

By the time the weight of that first utterance settled in already the voice continued in velvety and smooth tones that seemed to slip so perfectly into the thoughts of anyone who heard them, "We will need to meet in person, it is not the sort of thing to discuss over the phone... to many ways for people to overhear or listen in. You want to know the truth yes?"
 
The tones did little to the woman. In fact she hardly even noticed the sound of the man's voice. It was the words that he spoke that gained her interest the most. How did he know that was she interested in finding the source? It felt as if ice trickled down the back of her neck, the rest of her body becoming fire-hot. A hand rested on her chest and beneath her fingertips her heart beat manically inside of her chest. Blood pounded in her ears.

"How did you know about that?" she demanded an answer. Her voice no longer sounded paranoid, although she was plenty afraid, but steady and harsh. Her eyes narrowed and she listened on. "Of course I want to learn the truth."

Curiosity had always been her downfall. Maria had to know the facts, especially with subjects shrouded in such mystery. People did not randomly become sick. There was a source, a Typhoid Mary or something that caused the illness. A bit of bad meat. Contamination. The answer was somewhere.
 
The shift in her voice spoke more to him than anything she said. It was the slight hints in the tone that spoke of fear but more so how steady her voice was... as if to say that even if she was afraid she was more determined. But it was that harsh edge that spoke of an inner fire and passion that most interested the enigmatic Mythrand. It was also the fact that she did not yet seem to be falling prey to his subtle charms which he found quite interesting as there were few who resisted him even at a distance and the last one he could remember who had... no he would not dwell on such thoughts when he had set a game in motion.

So it was that the same seductive velvet tones spoke once more, "You have not been careful in your inquiries and rumors are not hard to hear. It stands to reason that if I know what is going on that I have at least been to the hospital after all... that is all." The voice did not waver and its calm if a bit tense demeanor suggested he did not like going into details over the phone. With such tension he continued, "I have my own ways to monitor things and so know how others may do so as well. It is by keeping an eye on so much that I know the truth of it all."

It was of course bait as sweet as any other. It would be simple to arrange a meeting at an old mansion or perhaps one of the old parks or cemeteries. Atmosphere was important to play to her own paranoia and fantasies about what was happening. The true cause would of course expose her to a darker world apart from what she knew to be true. He was leaning towards the old mansion or perhaps the back room of one of the bars he happened to own. But even as he waited he spoke, "If you wish to know more then we must meet, safer that way... somewhere away from all of this."
 
Had she not been careful? A dour expression crossed her features. That was something of an insult to a person who wanted to be a reporter but, she supposed, this was the time to make the mistakes. From that point on she was going to have to be much more careful on how she went about things. Now it meant nothing but, in the future, it could have meant the safety of an informant.

The more he spoke the more mystique surrounded him. What sort of man had ways to 'monitor' things? He sounded like a creep to her: someone who scoured every last nook and cranny to find tidbits to share with people... for a price, of course.

Then his suggestion. It hit her just then. This situation was exactly like the one she had written out.. Well, not exactly, but close enough for her to nearly drop her phone. Maria wasn't stupid. It did not take her long to figure out that he had gotten access to her rough draft. Her eyes slid to the side and she looked at the cafe door. Was that why the staff was so intent to keep her in there? She remembered the sensation she had felt while inside and could not shake off the notion.

"Is this some sort of game you play with students who use the cafe?" she asked brusquely, her tone raising in pitch. "Its not very funny, I'll have you know."
 
Mythrand actually smirked as she made a deductive leap. Not to bad but then again he had used her premise to get her attention so if anything that interested him more. It meant it was not just some student and a flight of fancy but rather a more honed work and perhaps even one drawing on literary elements to add that little bit of spice to her article. Most of all though it told him she was not the same sort of dull beauty who he so easily turned into thralls who spent their every moment waiting for the next time he would feed from them or bend them over. He had no doubt he could instill similar desires in her given time and access but he rather liked that it would not be a simple over night affair.

He spoke softly and in those same hypnotic velvet tones when he finally did answer her, "No game, and though I may have a trick or two for watching certain local hotspots I assure you it does not make what I offer any less true. After all I did admit to you I had ways of watching... I made no secret of it."

HE leaned back in his plush chair and let what he said sink in a bit even as he flipped through not only her article from tonight but past usage now that he had pulled up her info. He understood the importance of giving her a moment to process that he was both admitting to watching her and pointing out that even then it did not mean what he knew was anything less than the truth. He then went back to looking over the high resolution images of the young woman and on a whim checked the exterior cameras for the club. Imagine his surprise when one of the dome cameras showed that same beauty against the wall on her phone.

Finally he spoke once more, "So the real question is... do you want to know the truth or not?"
 
To know that anyone had been watching her was unnerving at best. Her head swam until she was able to reign back in the strong wave of emotion that poured out. The hand not holding the phone lifted to rub at her temple before reaching back and pulled her hair roughly out of the ponytail she had hastily tied it in earlier that evening. It was so curly that it retained the shape even after setting it free but, at least, some of the pressure was gone. Gravity did its job, however, and the golden spiral curls tumbled down over her shoulders and reached her mid back after a minute of being let loose.

Maria tried to think calmly of the situation. Alright. There was a man who knew who she was and what she was doing. Not only did he have that knowledge but he wanted for her to meet him in a secret place to discuss the epidemic further. No doubt in her mind, whoever this man was, he was frightening.

Yet her curiosity was getting the better of her. He knew something that she very much wanted to figure out. He was, supposedly, willing to share that information if she let herself be put in danger and see him in a 'quiet' place. Her mouth dried and she licked her lips.

"I suppose something could be arranged," she said finally and with a good deal of reluctance in her voice. Youthful inquisition had gotten the better of her reasoning that time around. "But I don't want to meet in a place that's far from the city."
 
He smiled a bit but made sure to return to a more neutral expression before he spoke so as to ensure the tone of his voice did not change even as those velvety tones echoed so delightfully in her ear over the phone, "Fair enough... there is an old manor house near the old abandoned park and the old cemetery. The old iron gate is rusted so you may have to park outside and walk up to the house... but there are no electronics there, no way for anyone to listen in."

He stood and began to gather the folder and tuck it away in his desk even as he watched her quite enjoying the look of her hair as it tumbled free. It would look so much better spread across his bed while he fed on her though... and then the look of lust such feedings caused. How long before he had his way with her? How long before he could have her naked in his bed eager for more than just a feeding? This would be but the first step of course. He was not some adolescent who fed to heavily and had to turn his prey the first night. No he would let her become drunk on that pleasure after he used his charms to stir her own desires. Then he would leave her be just long enough for her to struggle with it before he would find her on the edge of exhaustion and give her what she craved... she may not even know if it was reality or a dream. He enjoyed the chase, the simple pleasure of the hunt.

He finished straightening up his desk and then simply watched the beauty over the camera. Oh he would have her and there was no doubt of that. The only questions in his mind were weather she was accepting enough of her own dark side to embrace it... and how long it would take when all was said and done. All this while he held the burn phone to his ear and waited for her reply to the location he provided.
 
The old cemetery? There had to be fifty graveyards that fit that description inside the city limits, old rusted gates in all. At least he had the kindness to mention another details to help her locate the destination. The way he spoke reminded her of old deeds she stumbled upon doing research for another project. Take one hundred paces from where the cow stands at midday towards the river. Such descriptors were so archaic.

Still, it did not sound very much like he wanted to be near any sort of people and that unsettled her. The high definition camera likely picked up on the emotions that played on her face all at once. There was fear, sickening panic, desire for truth. In that regard she was an open book. Even someone who was not empathetic were easily able to read what was going on behind the red-lipped pout and furrow brow.

"The most is gained from danger," she thought. As a reporter and journalist, she was going to have to face perilous situations to get what she needed. There was no place that she had the luxury to balk at. A sharp intake of air was taken through her nose.

"You're going to have to tell me more than that if you want me to find it. 'Old' is great in all but there are a lot of cemeteries that would fit." she finally said.
 
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