Slave

I found it fascinating that a mortal would seek me out, especially one so daring as to approach my castle unarmed. While I could easily bite her neck and drain her life force, I choose not to embrace that darkness. “Madam, what brings you to my domain?” she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. “I am here as your sacrifice. My village has sought to appease you, offering me as a servant. You can do with me as you wish, just spare our village from your wrath.” Upon hearing the word "servant," a grin spread across my face as I took in her delicate form, her petite stature accentuated by her alluring curves. “I may be just a peasant girl, and my appearance pales in comparison to someone as noble as you, a vampire prince,” she continued, her voice trembling yet filled with a strange determination as she met my crimson gaze, momentarily awed by my presence. “So, do we have an agreement, my master?” she asked, straightening her posture and trying to hold my gaze with a newfound courage.