It's been almost two weeks. Everything was very strange. First, this is the upcoming ball, to which only a couple of days are left. And secondly ... a new girl.

I could not understand anything. Soon, after our disagreement, there, at the ill-fated staircase, Alexandril summoned a new damsel to feed herself and placed her in the chambers next to me. I saw her — slim, tall, with a shock of coal-black hair and sensual, scarlet lips. She looked at me contemptuously and arrogantly. I always greeted me politely, but in her eyes there was real poison. Lord had dinner with her every day. Or every night.

I realized that they were sleeping together, only when, once again, returning not from my library, I did not hear a loud female moan. He came from behind the door of her chambers, and I was ready to swear that she was with him now.

I do not know why, I became terribly ill. I began to cry and ran to the farthest nook of the castle. I prodrozhala there all night, sobbing and quietly howling. I felt sorry for myself. It hurted me. Although, with my mind, I understood that I wasn’t doing anything at all. She herself said, let her sleep with whom she wants and eat, whom she wants! ... Here he eats ... and sleeps.

- Ooh ...

I wanted to strangle myself from my helplessness and uselessness, but I stayed there, in a dusty dead-end corridor, and eventually fell asleep.

I had a vampire dream again. In these dreams, for some reason, I always see everything from the outside. And now, I was somewhere under the ceiling, and he was standing over my body, squeezed in a corner, and was silent. Then he came and took me in his arms.

Dreams sometimes give us impossible illusions, in which everything conceived suddenly becomes apparent and even the most passionate desire is fulfilled by itself.

It happened this time. The man leaned over and kissed me. Everything was so real that my ghost, who was watching all this, flared up in embarrassment, and warm, honey-like heat spread over my heart. I wanted to jump out of unreality and feel all this in reality. But the dream went on, and I could only fade away sweetly, watching how this man was looking at me and what he was saying to my insensitive body.

And then ... we were suddenly in his bedroom. My spirit froze on the threshold, not daring to slip inside. I saw this place for the first time and even more so, for the first time I was here. The room was spacious and clean. No extra furniture - a huge bed under a canopy in the center, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a couple of bedside tables, a table by the window and chairs. Everything is very simple. Not at all intricate. The only thing that fell out of the overall picture, it is - a huge mirror almost on the floor of the wall. His frame was even seemingly heavy and ancient. The gold of its rim shone dimly in the wrong morning light.

The vampire went inside and laid me on the bed. I seemed so small and out of place in my simple dress and disheveled blond curls.

While I was examining myself and the room, the lord managed to take off his coat and shirt, suddenly remaining naked to the waist.

If I had a voice at that moment, I would have screamed and turned away. But, the dream did not come down to my desires, and I, as enchanted, looked at his torso covered with old scars. Some were so scary that I had no idea how he could survive at all. But he has a great regeneration! Why did not heal ...

The man sighed deeply, took off his boots and, left alone in his pants, climbed onto the bed. There was plenty of room, but he moved close to me. Embraced. He pressed to his chest. He buried his face in my hair. I saw his smile. And then I heard his quiet voice.

- Stupid girl. Stupid. But so warm and tasty ...

My heart beat as the vampire's hand slid down my waist, on my hip, down. Then his fingers squeezed the fabric of the skirt and my legs began to bare, exposing the defenseless pink skin. Good lord Wake up, wake up !! He's raping me now !!!
But my requests were not heard, and in horror I watched as his hand slid along my stomach, reaching for my chest.

- woooooo what to do ?!

He crouched on his elbow, and I noticed how his fangs lengthened and shone. He brought his face close to my neck. I understood that he would eat.

I remembered the pain these moments gave me, but looking at them from the side, I could not help but admire and secretly be proud of them. The vampire was beautiful. The muscles of his half-naked body were seething with power hidden in them. Black curls vividly contrasted with alabaster white skin. And thin lips with such passion dug into my neck, kissing and biting at the same time, but I wanted to howl from the desire to feel all this in reality. What does it taste like vampire love? What is it to share a bed with him?

Is it really as beautiful as his meal? From these thoughts and pictures, the lower abdomen tightened, and some languor flowed into the bones and veins. Want to him. I want to go there - in my body. I want to feel the coldness of his hands and the fire of his fangs.

My desire was strong, but the dream was even stronger. I remained a ghost, and the vampire - the master of my unconscious - the motionless body. He ate - passionately. He ate - plenty. Finally, he broke away from me. The fangs came out of my skin, and the wide tongue began to lick the red wound with ecstasy. He slid down his neck and the muscles on his back tightened ever stronger and walked. At some point, he growled dully and in one motion turned on me. He sat on top, loosening the belt on his pants. Then he tore off my dress - it was easy, like a doll, and I froze when I saw how he looked at my outstretched, naked, insensible body.

He will rape me. Rape the sleeping, motionless, helpless, without even bothering with my consent. My chest pounded, burned furiously, and finally, the dream left me. I screamed and woke up.

Beatrice was good. I took it at random - the first that was in the long list of names. She herself suggested that I share a bed with her. She was not afraid of my bites and there was pain that brought her my arms.

I slept with her every night, splashing out, removing all the accumulated energy in a long time. I just fucked her and, of course, ate.

Her blood was not tasty - no different from the blood of the maid. I kept her only for her body. In order that it would helpfully extinguish the flame that flared up in me every time, it only needed to sense the odor that drives me crazy.

I didn’t want to hurt Elizabeth. She was so young and clean, so fragrant - magical, that I just moaned and forcefully planted my fangs in another's flesh. A stranger's body beat in my brutal embrace.

Then one day, my greatest fears came true. I heard her cry. I felt her smell next to my bedroom. I came here for a while, full of unsatisfied blood, and for a time, pacifying jealous flesh. But it was necessary to breathe deeply, as satiety became - hunger. And just tested satisfaction - lust. I realized that I give up. As in oblivion, I turned around and went to the smell. Like a beast obsessed with hunting, he went out into the corridor to enjoy his prey.

It will happen today. Do not even think. Today she will be mine. It will become - without remainder, without a chance to go back. I will drink her dry, I will rape her to death. I will make this smell submit to me once and for all.

The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was pain. She embraced me from head to toe and I arched, not understanding how such a thing could be. The world spilled over. I was beating, or rather, my body was shaking, and my neck was just numb. I did not feel it. How not to feel the legs. Only rhythmic pain and more growl. I groaned. The momentum stopped for a while. It became a little easier. And then sensitivity to the neck and legs returned. I barely focused my eyes and moved, realizing that I was lying on my back.

And on me - like a bundle of flame - a vampire. His eyes are red as coals, his face is like a frozen bloodthirsty mask, and his naked body is like a leopard, who has just frozen for the next throw. I did not have the strength to even wonder. I could only open the cracked ...