The Embrace

(Begins with heavy breathing, and a slight grunt of pain)

Shhhh, shhhhh... it’s okay. Kiss my wrist, drink from me. See, isn’t that so much better.

I’m sorry love, I really just couldn’t help myself. What? Don’t you remember me dear? How could you forget me, even after you called me pretty.

What about my parasol? Oh, that light behind your eyes, you’re beginning to remember aren’t you? I was the table for one, the pale girl over dressed in clothes like a 90s goth met a Victorian lady, with the sunglasses and the black sun parasol. You called me pretty remember? Well you did just seem to let it slip out really...

Hey, stop squirming, you’re still weak from the embrace. You were my server, and you were perfect. You’re naturally subservient aren’t you? You don’t have to answer that, I already know the answer. All I wanted was to make you mine, I needed too, but I couldn’t, not then.

Then I saw you, last night. What were you doing there? Out at a club, did your friends drag you there? I’m sure you would never go somewhere like that alone. I watched you try to talk to girls at the bar, how many drinks did you buy? Five... ten maybe? And you struck out every time didn’t you? Aww, don’t be embarrassed, it only proves you weren’t meant for anyone else.

You didn’t recognize me did you? I was dressed differently then. I didn’t have my parasol, or my sunglasses, but my mini-dress and thigh highs certainly caught your eye didn’t they? See that’s, the blush I long to see.

You didn’t know how to respond when a pretty girl approached you and offered to buy you a drink. You blushed so hard, just like you are right now. You didn’t expect me to slip something in your drink did you? It was just a drop of my vitae, a drop of my blood and you became so suggestible.

You didn’t have any problem following me home like an obedient boy, and you didn’t struggle or fight as I pushed you down against the bed, and you let out just the most delightful little moan when I kissed your neck, and the most adorable gasp when I bit it, and then when I sunk my fangs into your neck... You loved it didn’t you? Being fed off, drained of blood, but I wasn’t done with you. I didn’t want to just feed off you, I wanted to own you. So I pressed my wrists against your lips and you drunk deep of my vitae. So obedient, so ready to serve, and with my vitae in your veins you were reborn as my boy, my servant, my pet, my perfect childe.

What’s that confused look on your face? You don’t understand what I am do you? I’m a Kindred dear, a Vampire. Don’t be scared love, I’m not going to kill you, if I wanted to do that don’t you think I wouldn’t done it by now. Why would I kill something as perfect as you?

You’re mine now, don’t you get that? You never were particularly smart or strong or attractive. But that doesn’t matter, you’re perfect for me. I don’t want an equal match, I want a servant, a pet, someone to worship and admire me, and you want the same thing don’t you? Your helpless and weak, you need a strong hand in your life, some one to belong too. And I’ve given you that my love, I’ve given you everything you could want. There, just submit, just accept your fate, my love, my darling, my boy.

In public you’ll be my boyfriend, we’ll go on dates and hold hands, perfectly normal just like masquerade demands. Oh, don’t look confused, you don’t have to understand what’s going on, you just have to obey me.

But in private, when we’re free to be ourselves and dance with the requiem of the night you’ll assume your true position as my perfect, subservient boy. I’ll love you, and feed off you and I’ll-I’ll, oh I can’t take it.

Drink from me my boy, as I’ll drink from you. Let me take off your clothes, you’re still weak, here, drink of my vitae. There, let me pull you in, oh don’t be afraid my love, I want to see your face deep in my cunt.

(Light gasping and moaning permeates the following lines)

Oh darling, you have such a perfect tongue...

Oh, look at you. Looking up like a nervous dog so eager to please. You really are my perfect servant aren’t you...

Ahh, my love, yes yes. Drink in my wetness...

Ah, my love I’m cumming, I’m cumming, you’re making me cum! (Oh yeah orgasm noises, that’s like an apt description I suppose)

(Exhausted, breath-y gasps)

Oh I was right, you’re just perfect aren’t you. Come her, crawl up to me and lay your head on my chest. Your just my perfect servant boy aren’t you?

That’s right, drift off to sleep. It’s almost morning my love, the time of the requiem is over. We’ll awaken in the evening and ill show you all the rules and complexities of the Kindred, oh and I’ll show you off to all my friends. Oh I can’t wait to introduce them to my perfect subservient boy, they’ll be so jealous! But... but that’s for tomorrow isn’t it love?

(Soft kissing sound)