Introductions were in order

The first thing Dagaz noticed were her fangs.
Closely followed by her nakedness, and his own.

“My apologies,” she said. Her voice flowed from her lips in a soft purr. “Your clothes, as poor as they were, are gone. I’m afraid I had to burn them. They were soiled, and stank of ****.” Her nose wrinkled. “But I see the smell still lingers. We should really wash you, it won’t do to have you enter a new life smelling of waste from your last, oh no no.”

As she walked slowly toward the bed, his eyes travelled to her form, appreciative as they took in the delicate curve of her rear as she sauntered across the hardwood floor of his bedroom. He could hear the skin of her feet brush against the grain of the boards as each step brought her closer to where he lay. Her fingers found the corner of the bedsheets. Pulling them to the floor, Dagaz found himself laying utterly exposed in the cool night air. His body, yet too feeble to move when he willed it, could do little more that lay there. There was nothing he could do to hide his growing erection.

Her voice flowed over him again, and she smiled. ‘It’s the blood. It finds its way to the extremities first in Newborns. Usually the fingers and toes, but sometimes...” She reached out and ran a perfectly manicured fingernail along the underside of his cock. A small gasp escaped Dagaz's throat, the first sound he'd been able to make since awakening.

“He speaks!”

“Wh.. What.” Her finger ran down his length a second time, and he finally found his voice. “What happened?” he asked. Those two words were all the vocalisation he could muster.

“Not yet. Later I will explain, but not now. Not tonight.”

He felt something land on the bed next to him with a soft thud. Dagaz hadn’t seen her move, but she must have. It took every ounce of strength he had to turn his head to investigate what it was, but when he did it was something he recognized. He’d given blood enough times to know a blood bag when he saw one.

“Tonight, you drink. Heal, evolve.”

Her nails left his cock, and towards the bag by his head. With the barest flick of her wrist, she split a small hole in the thick plastic, and pushed his face towards the thick red liquid that spilled from within. Dagaz knew that he should have been repulsed, but the smell filling his nostrils was divine. After the first drop found its way to his lips, he found the strength to reach out with his tongue, and soon found himself lapping at the blood as it spilled. Coppery sweetness filled his mouth, the most glorious taste that he had ever encountered, and before he knew it he found himself with the bag grasped in his hands as he slowly squeezed the last of the blood into his mouth.

Vigour flowed through his tired form, Dagaz's freshly transformed body seemingly renewed via the blood he had ingested. His muscles thrummed, his head cleared, and his loins burned as he felt his erection grow harder.

“My name is Ysabelle.” She sat herself down next to where I lay. “I am your Sire. Do you understand that word?”

Dagaz nodded.

“That is good. But you understand only the word, you do not yet comprehend what it means. But you will, in time. And time is something you will have plenty of as of tonight.”

He wasn’t even sure what night it was.

“You are mine, of my blood. Of my Clan. I, we, are Ventrue.”

“Ventrue?” Dagaz asked. As the blood coursed through his veins, he slowly felt his strength returning. “What is a Ventrue?”

“Not a what, child. A who. Who are the Ventrue? This I also will explain, when you are ready to learn it. But you are not. You’re not even ready to stand yet. But I can help with that.”

Dagaz felt her hand wrap itself around his cock, her small hands seemingly at odds with the strong grip her fingers displayed as they began to tug the skin up and down.

“This will help the blood flow a little easier” she said with a hint of mirth. She placed her free hand on his chest and pushed him down into the bed, as her other continued to work his shaft. “Such a fine specimen, if I do say so myself. I definitely chose well I think.”