Master of Castle Vlad

A tall, lean silhouette materializes from the darkness. It has slow, elegant strides compared to the hunched deformity of Ingo's movements. Whereas his boots stomp towards you across the small cabin, this figure glides to the foot of the bed, at last becoming visible in the moonlight breaking through a small, greasy window.

His face is noble, with a long thin nose and wide-set eyes. His cheeks are high and thin, his chin nearly coming to a point, his dark hair oiled back from his forehead. His features are ****, but handsome, and suit his incredible stature. He must be nearly seven feet tall. He is dressed in dark red and black suit of antique design, complimented with a flowing cloak that spills in crimson around his shoulders and down almost to his booted feet. His eyes are dark and intense.

"Who?" is all you can manage.

"Forgive me," he says. "Ingo should have introduced me. I am Baron Vlad, master of the castle that overlooks Isenvlad."

He takes your hand in his cold fingers and, leaning over you, he lifts it to his lips. He stares into your eyes as he kisses your fingers and you feel your anger over your **** at Ingo's hands melt away. All you can think of is this beautiful man standing over you.

"Winnifred," he says, seeming to pull your name from the wordless exchange. "Ingo has done well to bring you here and dress you so well. You are beautiful beyond measure and there is something about you...something special. But this is no place for a flower so delicate. Come with me to my castle."

He lifts you to your feet with a rustle of your elegant dress. He begins to walk your towards the door, never taking his eyes from yours.

You realize you are being dominated. His power is as the midday sun to the flickering bulb of your abilities. Yet your training has prepared you to resist this sort of domination. You try to remember the mental exercises and repeating chants to focus your willpower.

Baron Vlad walks you smoothly from the cabin and into a gorgeous black carriage driven by four black horses. They stamp their feet with excitement as the door opens and you are ushered into the lush, silky interior of the carriage. Ingo climbs into the driver's perch outside this comfortable interior. The cushions and drapes are crimson and lit like blood by the lanterns burning through tinted glass. The door closes behind you and the carriage begins to move.

Baron Vlad slides his hand to your chin, turning your face to his. You feel as if you are in a dream as you look into his dark eyes. He smiles, his teeth perfect and gleaming white and...sharp...so sharp.

"Just a kiss my dear, while we travel, would fill my heart with life. May I?"