Dressed and Ready

Jonathon pulls up in his red luxury sedan. He steps outside and you smile. He’s easy on the eyes. He wears a dark suit, white dress shirt and no tie. It leaves his neck deliciously exposed.

You glide toward him.

His jaw drops. “You…you…look… incredible, Heather.”

You look him in the eyes and he meets your gaze.

“You love me, don’t you Jonathon.”

It isn’t a question. If he hadn’t already, he will now.

“I…love…you.”

“Good boy. You want to devote your life to protecting me.”

“I…will…protect…you.”

You smile allowing your thirst to take you. You feel your fangs extend. You walk over to Jonathon and tilt his head to the side. For just a moment you watch, fascinated by the pulse of his artery. In one swift motion you sink your fangs into his neck.

He is exquisite. You drink deeply, enjoying the flavor. You are tempted to drink it all and taste his life ****. However, it would be a waste and if you are to rule you mustn’t be wasteful.

You withdraw.

“Tell me Jonathon, how do you feel about me?”

“I love you. I live to protect you.”

You give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Now take me to your place, I wish to settle in.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

You reach his house and have him put up blackout curtains. You’ll have him get an alarm system and viscous dog tomorrow during the day.

You feel the sun about to creep over the horizon. You give Jonathon a few last commands then you lay down and blackness takes you.