An unexpected visitor

There is a soft squeak that raises gooseflesh on your arms and the hairs on the back of your neck. Cool air breezes over you and you realize the window has been opened. Shifting slightly in bed provides you with a view of the sill, the window tilted open less than an inch as a faintly pink-hued mist begins to flow into the room as if it is poured. The mist creeps into the room, gathering at the foot of your bed. You are alert at once. A "foul miasma" is a sure sign of vampiric presence.

Your fears proves well-founded. The mist gathers and becomes opaque, rising in a shifting column at the foot of the bed before assuming the shape of a human figure. With a pulse of unearthly light the mist becomes a gorgeous, pale-skinned woman. She has piercing blue eyes and tightly coiffed blond hair so light it almost seems white. She is long-necked and busty in a translucent gown that gathers all her curves and clings to them like pink gauze.

"You are awake," she says. Her full-lips spread into a smile that reveals gleaming white teeth and enlarged canines. Her eyes flash and you feel her will pressing against your mind. "Good. I prefer my meals to be awake. It makes it so much more fun."

"Who...are you?" you ask, struggling to get the words out. She seems amused by your resistance.

"Impressive," she purrs. "Most of the hunters that wander into Isenvlad lack the skill to resist my voice. But you will succumb, my dear."

She sinks softly onto her knees on the bed and begins to crawl over your feet and legs, her big, pale breasts nearly spilling from the plunging neckline of her gown. She is so exquisitely beautiful your body aches. You manage to tear your eyes away from her hypnotic gaze and cast a glance to Worm. He is sleeping beneath the cumstain on the wall.

"Your pet won't be joining us," says Alyssa, her breasts dragging over your thighs as she climbs closer to you. "My husband can't stop me. Your blood belonged to me the moment you set foot in this inn. Helga always tells me like a good ****."

She is leaning over you, her shapely body of yours, eyes locked on yours, lips nearly close enough to touch yours. She smells of strange perfume covering a slight, foul aroma, like the scent of the earth after rain falls.

"Now," she smiles revealing her fangs again, "beg for me to drink and I will give you a smile before your life ends."

Some vampires make slaves or even mates out of humans, but this one intends to end your life. Every fiber of your body aches to submit to her, but your training has allowed a hardened core of willpower to endure. With a last rally of your inner strength you may be able to throw off her domination and save your life. Or you could smile and beg, as she wants, giving your life over to her as little more than a snack.