My First Bloodslave

Well, first off, thanks to all those who read and rated. I\'d really like it if you told me what you think, should I continue on with the story? What do you think about the characters? Come on, give me some ideas about what you think might happen! Anyway, enjoy and please RRR!





After she finally drank the milk and coffee – which, let me tell you, was no easy task, for she fought a lot and I had to squeeze hher nose so that she would open her mouth, and only then did she start drinking – I made a call to my agent in the US to check if everything was okay about our flight and our erm… Special conditions. An agent was a vampire who would help you (by you I mean a member of a royal family, because common vamps didn’t have this kind of privileges) arrange everything in order to move around, to find accommodations and such things without any fuss and without causing suspicions. He told me the tickets were in the airport waiting for me to get them, they were under my name (Alexandra de Médici, yeah, Médici, long story) we’d have our seats in the executive class, where we wouldn’t be bothered. I smiled to myself. Everything was running smoothly so far. The girl was looking sleepy, her half-hearted attempts to fight me were subsiding.

“Well, dearie… It’s time for us to get going… Do you have everything you need? Your handbag? That’s a good girl. Come along now.”

She let me help her up and then leant on me. Her eyes were half-closed. I just hoped my borrowed car hadn’t been found yet. Well, perhaps it’d be better if I just called a taxi. I needed to go to the airport and it wouldn’t be a good idea to be found there in possession of that car. I got into the lift and pushed the button for the ground-floor.

“Well honey!”, I told her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “It seems you’re about to start the journey of your life! Have you ever wanted to travel to Italy?”

In her mind she was confused. She knew she had to fight me for some reason, but she just couldn’t find the strength to do it. I stroked one of her cheeks with one hand and made her look me in the eyes. “Hey… It’s alright, now you just need to trust me and everything will be just fine. I will take care of you, there is no need to worry. Okay?”

It seemed the small part of her mind which still wanted to fight finally gave up and stopped its attempts. She smiled with a dazed look and nodded.

“Good! Oh, we’re here.”

I dragged her along towards the resseptionist’s desk.

“I’d like to pay and check out, please.”

The woman accepted my bedroom key and handed me the bill, which I payed, adding a generous tip so she would forget anything odd she might have noticed.

“And I will need a taxi, please.”

She made a call and then told me the «cab» would be there soon. I thanked her and took my girl to sit by me on a couch. I placed one arm around her narrow shoulders and, with my other hand, pulled her hair back, away from her swan-like neck. So beautiful… So warm, and alive, and pulsing with blood… Her scent so enticing, so sweet, jasmine and roses, innocence and purity, life and youth… It seemed her blood was calling to me, with the voice of a siren, such a spell… Oh how I had to get a grip on myself not to dive into her body, not to pierce that ivory skin with my teeth… I had to close my eyes very hard and pull her hair back foreward to cover that temptation. Her mind now was something which would make me laugh if I hadn’t been so intoxicated with her scent. She knew she should be afraid, she knew she should be fighting and screaming for help… But when she thought of it… With this beautiful young woman beside her, smiling so gently at her, in a way that no one had ever smiled… Her protecting arm around her shoulders, like an older sister, or a protecting cousin… She wanted to laugh at her own silliness for thinking of calling for help. She should be grateful, is what she should be. She was safe, she just had to trust this beautiful girl here beside her, with this beautiful smile… Why be afraid?

«Definitely worth a good laugh…», I thought, but didn’t laugh. I knew the girl would be her old fighting and screaming self again when the effect of the drug passed.

I was pulled back to reality when the resseptionist called me.

“Miss? Your cab arrived.”

“Well honey, let’s go!”, I told my prey cheerily. She smiled back at me oh so adorably and we got out of the building and entered the car.

“To the airport please.”, I instructed. And afterwards to the girl: “Feeling sleepy?”

“Hmm… Yeah…”, she replied, in a way that, in other circumstances, might be taken for a sensual moan.

“Then rest. I’ll wake you when we are there.”

"Wh...Where are we going?"

"I told you sweetie, we\'re going to Italy."

"Where in Italy...?"

"It\'s a small village near Florence, in the countryside. It\'s a wonderful little place... I\'m sure you\'ll like it. Now just rest for a little while. We\'ll have lots of time to talk about it during our flight."

I kissed her warm cheek and she sighed, closing her eyes and leaning against the door of the car. I smiled to myself. How easy it was to control them when they were under the wonderful effect of the pixie-dust... But this would only be necessary while we still took the risk of being noticed by common people. I certainly didn\'t want her crying and fighting me in front of other passengers or flight assistants or whatever, I might order her to stop it and obey to me, in her mind, but that would require constant pressure and vigilance, and what if I wanted to read a book, or sleep? That wouldn\'t do. My sister would probably choose a different course of action, but I didn\'t have the time nor the experience to be able to totally seduce them in a way that they\'d forget all the rest and trust me only. Besides, I had skipped the foreplay, which, in truth, my sister would not have approved of, but I wanted to have her, and have her now, I didn\'t want to spend any more time then the absolutely necessary in this hideous country. Well, this is my opinion, so sue me. I don\'t like to be away from Italy for a long period of time, so, considering this, I think mine was the best way, at least for me, at least now. I\'d think of what to do when we were safe in the castle. Well, I actually knew what I would do... There would be no more magic powder, only mind tricks, besides I could do what I wanted with her there. Nobody maddled in bloodslaves business and their owners. If I suddenly decided to rip her appart and tear her into pieces, nobody would spare so much as a glance. Of course I wouldn\'t do that to my little girl. And she\'d eventually resign to her new life, and even adapt to it. She might even come to like it, like my sister\'s «little ones», as she called them. Her trained pets, almost like circus dogs, jumping if she said «toad», purring in pleasure if she pulled them to her lap for a few minutes like little kittens. It could get really sickening sometimes, it seemed they didn\'t have a mind of their own. Well they probably didn\'t, she would probably have already gotten into their heads so many times, with so many orders which would have limited their thinking ability, that they now probably waited for orders before having thoughts of their own. It made things very easy, no doubt, but also monotone and somewhat boring. I enjoyed a fight every once in a while. Although I had never had a bloodslave, I had always thought this way. A slave was, besides a slave, a human, and that’s why we choose humans instead of animals, because they can think rationally. And because their blood tastes way much better than animal blood, but that’s totally beside the point now, isn’t it?

The car stopped some time later. I noticed we were already in front of the airport, so I passed the money towards the driver through the slit in the glass pannel and opened the door, pulling Carrie along and not waiting for the change. He smiled at me and I waved goodbye.

Carrie still looked very sleepy-eyed, she seemed to only want to sit down somewhere and take another nap. I might consider taking the risk of leaving her sitting on the bench near the ticket-counter instead of just dragging the poor thing along with me to the long queue. I smiled at her and held her small warm hand.

"Listen honey, I\'ll get our tickets now, do you want to come along or would you rather stay here and wait?"

"I\'ll wait here...", she replied, sitting down.

"Okay sweetie", I answered back, sending a discrete order into her mind, in the form of a thought which she\'d consider as her own. «not to go anywhere, this is a huge and crowded place, I might get lost.»

I have always hated these hideous queues and I always will. However there was nothing I could do but wait, so I just took a deep breath and waited for the people in front of me to get on. And guess what! The person right before me was an old lady who couldn\'t find anything inside her purse, so she had to empty its contents on top of the counter, then she wouldn\'t find her ID card inside her wallet, and then she was having difficulties with the bills. Lucky me...

"Here my lady", I said. "Please let me help you."

"Step back!", she replied in a voice that could have seriously dammaged my sensitive eardrums. "These youngsters nowadays can never wait! Disrespecting their elders, always insinuating they can\'t manage on their own... Let me tell you young lady, were you my daughter I\'d slap that face of yours..."

"Well, I\'m not, and instead of criticising the youngsters you really should be thankful for the help they want to give you, because, in case you haven\'t noticed, there\'s a queue behind you and these people would really like to get on with this, we don\'t have the entire day to wait while you fanny around. So please hurry up. I would hate to lose my plane because of you."

The woman blushed violently, threw her belongings hurriedly inside her purse and stepped away, struggling to put her change away while walking and holding the ticket at the same time. The woman at the counter smiled at me.

"Stupid old hag...", I muttered. "Good morning, I would like to get my tickets which are under the name of Alexandra Francesca de Médici."

"Certainly. Do you have your Id, please?"

I handed her the card and she smiled at the name.

"That\'s a historical name!", she said with a chuckle.

"Yes, well... Long story."

I payed the tickets and walked away, only to find a blonde, preppy-looking kid talking to my prey.

"Cool! Italy! I heard they have really good pizzas there! You\'re going with your parents or what?"

She felt confused at that question, I noted as I peeped into her mind. That fact irritated me. Not because she was confused, but because it had taken drugs to subdue her and make her easy as a newborn lamb, and now this stupid kid was asking her complicated questions. «Who is it I\'m going with really...», she was thinking, but she smiled as she saw me approaching.

"She is coming with me", I replied coldly. Not that the kid had any fault, he probably was bored as hell and just wanted to do some small talk with someone his age, and pretty too. But I was already annoyed because of that idiot of an old woman and I wanted to go do the check-in and get to the boarding room. "I would appreciate it if you left her in peace. Don\'t you see she\'s trying to get some rest?"

"Hey, calm down! Are you her mother or something?"

"Get lost, little idiot. Go meet your mommy and leave us alone. Come on sweetie."

She stood and I noticed she felt slightly dizzy, so I supported her. The kid threw as a dirty look and turned away, stomping in the opposite direction.

"Why were you so mean to him?", she questioned absent-mindedly.

"Oh, don\'t trouble yourself with that now, honey. We\'ll do the check-in now and then I\'ll get you something to eat. How does that sound?"

"I\'m not hungry...", she replied, now pouting slightly. I chuckled and pulled her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Oh, and what is that now my little lioness?", I purred in her ear. "Did you perhaps find him attractive? By all means, let us go after hhim and tell him the good news!"

She giggled and shook her head.

"No!", she said between giggles. I kissed her cheek and led her through the building towards the check-in counter. I had asked my agent to meet me there when we had talked on the phone the day before. He would give me a fake passport for Carrie, I had only to send him her picture through the mobile phone (it\'s in these rare occasions that I enjoy the evolution of technology) for him to make a complitely credible, original-looking document. Her name wouldn\'t be Carrie, of course, but a name he would choose, a name which would never lead to her.

I could feel him approaching me through the crowd, his presence very clear among the humans, his unnatural scent and, of course, no heartbeat.

"My lady", he greeted respectfully. "It\'s an honour and a pleasure to see you again."

I looked at him, Carrie beside me looking intreegued. He was tall and thin, his dark-blue suit impeccably ironed, his red tie neetly around his neck, a black briefcase on one of his hands. I extended my hand and he shook it. If we had been in private he would have bowed and kissed it, as befeated a member of a royal family. But now, here, we couldn\'t catch suspicions.

"It\'s a pleasure to have you as my agent, Charles. You brought what I asked, I assume?"

"Certainly, my lady.", he replied, and opened his briefcase, retrieving something from inside and handing it to me, an envelope which was sealed with red sealing-wax. I smiled at his old ways. I broke the seal and took out the envelope\'s contents: the precious fake passport.

"Well done, my dear Charles.", I praised with a smile, handing him the previously accorded payment. "Thank you very much."

"It\'s my pleasure, my lady. I am and always will be at your disposal, any time you need me."

"It\'s a pleasure to work with you. But we must go now."

"Well then, farewell, my lady. Goodbye little one!"

Carrie smiled and I once again shook his hand, taking Carrie towards the counter where, lucky me, another queue was stretching a very long distance from the counter.

I opened her passport and looked at the identification. Marie Caroline de Médici, fifteen years old, french nationality, oh, wonderful. So, as it seemed, I was her cousin after all.

"Who was that man?", she asked. Her mind wasn\'t really processing everything, she was only noticing the details around her, asking questions just for asking.

"A friend, sweetie. He came here to give me your passport."

"Passport? May I see it?"

I smiled.

"Of course, sweetie.", I replied. It\'d be better this way, telling her «no» would only make her wonder why.

"Marie Caroline?", she asked. I pulled her to myself and whispered softly in her ear.

"Your name for now, sweetie. Don\'t worry, it\'s alright."

Well, we did the check-in, we entered the boarding-room and I went to the bar and bought her a sandwich, which she accepted gratefully.

The plane was comfortable, I couldn\'t say otherwise. I decided she\'d be better off beside the window while I sat down on the seat beside hers. What a sense of power it gave me to know she was there, sitting beside me, in a way against her will, inspite of, at that moment, not really having that in mind. How good it felt to wrap my arms around her, while the plane crossed the air towards Italy, her head leaning on my shoulder, her eyes still closed, her heart beating regularly. How good, to know that, from now on, I wouldn\'t have to feed on the castle bloodslaves, those used by everyone who didn\'t have their own. Now she would be my only source, she\'d be mine, that beautiful human temptation.

"Yes, my Carrie...", I whispered. "Only mine..."