Refuse to kiss him

You feel yourself being drawn into the deep pools of Baron Vlad's eyes as if a powerful current is sucking you into oblivion. Your nipples stiffen beneath the constricting corset and you feel the heat of arousal burning between your thighs. His request seems so reasonable. Just a kiss on his delicate lips. There is nothing to be worried about...but no...your years of training have prepared you to combat psychic domination. You begin to silently chant the mantra of willpower and drive back his dominating power.

Baron Vlad's lips curl back in a vicious smile, exposing the extent of his enlarged canines.

"My dear you are everything I had hoped you would be. Such a fierce soul burns within you."

He lays his cold hand on your breast, his fingers like ice on your tender flesh. You realize you are trembling.

"But I must have you, don't you see?" he leans towards you. "Everything depends on it."

You gasp in fear as he takes hold of you, one hand lacing his long fingers into your hair the other gripping your breast roughly. You moan, afraid as his kiss finds your lips. You resist him, struggling as best you can beneath his powerful grasp. He pushes you back onto the couch, taking hold of your throat and driving you into the cushions as he continues to kiss you. All you feel is the terror of an animal trapped and cornered by a predator.

He lifts his lips from yours and hisses, exposing his teeth again. He yanks hard on your hair, exposing your throat. He pins your shoulder down into the cushions of the carriage and descends upon your neck. There is no kiss, no tenderness, his teeth tear into your flesh like knives. Hot blood gushes out, filling his mouth and overflowing his lips. He sucks greedily at the wound, drawing out your blood and swallowing in gulps. You feel weakened and feverish from the loss of blood.

"Mmmmmmm," he moans, his tongue playing at the wound. "So rich and sweet. The wine that flows through you hunters is the finest and yours is the most delicious I have tasted in years."

He drinks your blood for a seeming eternity as you lie paralyzed. The pain slowly becoming numbness. You feel your heartbeat slowing and the world growing dim, you fear **** is coming, but Baron Vlad ceases. Lifting his bloody mouth from your neck with a gasp of satisfaction. He runs his tongue over the wound again and the flesh closes. With a long, black fingernail he opens a wound in his wrist. He opens your mouth with his thumb and drizzles the dripping blood across your tongue. You swallow instinctively, tasting the rich tang of his blood. You feel your fears melt away, replaced with a strange, distant affection. He strokes your sweat-damp brow and smooths hair from your face. You gaze up and wonder why you ever resisted such a wonderful man.

"Now you are bound to me, my sweet," he says. "If you drink twice more of my essence you will become like me. Eternal."

You sleep in his arms, only awakened by the carriage arriving with a clatter of hooves on paving stones. You are in the courtyard of a large and imposing castle. You realize the blood has been carefully cleaned from your clothing and neck while you slept. You wonder how the task was accomplished. You feel unafraid as you sit up and part the curtain to better see the towers and walls of the castle surrounding you.

"Welcome to Castle Vlad," says Baron Vlad. He opens the carriage and you are greeted by a ghoulishly ugly man in an immaculat suit. He has a misshapen face and long, pointed ears. His skin is so pale that, like Vlad, it seems carved from soap. He smiles at you, revealing jagged yellow fangs.

"My brother, Heinrich," says Baron Vlad.

"Eeeth," the ghoul struggles with his tongue. "Pleathed to meet you, madam."

Before you can reply, a woman's voice calls from above.

"Husband, I require your company."

You look up and see a beautiful woman, seemingly young and slender, with white-blond hair smoothed back from her head and braided into a long tail. She wears a dramatic gown that hugs her figure like the leaves on the stem of a rose, culminating in her alabaster bosom, nearly bared, and her long neck and even shoulders. She is stunning and she looks very cross.

"I am afraid my wife, Alyssa, cannot be denied. Would you like to meet her or shall I have Heinrich show you to your room?"