My First Bloodslave

My name is Alexandra Francesca, I am the youngest daughter of the italian vampire royal couple. Well, I guess that doesn't really matter, does it? It means only that I don't have to look for a bride constantly like my oldest brother Maximus, or for a mate like my sister Julianna Phabbyola, and I may do pretty much as I please, because they are not hard on me like they are on my other siblings. If something happens to our parents, Maximus is the first in the line of succession, and Julianna is the second. And as it is not likely that our parents die, and even less likely that the succession line suddenly ends, I am sort of left out.
And now that we are in peace with the neighbouring kingdoms, it's time for me to choose a blood slave. Because now I may go out of our castle when and to where I want, for the threat of ambushes is no longer. And to choose a blood slave you can't just ask one of your servant to go out into town and grab a juicy human! No. This is a task that must be done with great care, delicately, subtly. In a way that only a princess knows how. So, it has to be me, of course. Besides, choosing a blood slave is great fun. Walking among humans as if you were one of them, listening to their heartbeats, feeling their heat, smelling their delicious scent... Oh, I could feel butterflies in my belly just thinking about it...
Then, choosing the human, following him or her around, getting to know their rutines, their habits, all without them being aware of our presence... Then, slowly, letting them feel they're being observed, getting them nervous, frightened, frentic! Then appearing, they will sigh in relieve because they thought it was a freaky old man and it's just a girl your age! Then you will talk to them, entice them with your words, make them fall in love with you... Do it so they can think of nothing and no one but you... Disappearing and making them get crazy, then, some days later, appear and bring them, and when they see the danger... It's too late!
My sister Julie had taught me this. I was now as good as she was, and I just didn't know if I'd be so good handling the slaves on my own, for this would be my first time. My sister did, I could say, her slaves were always crowded around her, and she always had one in her arms, with the neck exposed for her teeth, begging with their eyes to be chosen, taken, bitten, moaning in extasy, in bliss, when her teeth pierced their skin... Sometimes young teenage boys would come in their pants while she was drinking their blood. She'd always chuckle and tell them «You'd be better off spilling that inside one of my girls, don't you think my little rabbit, hum...?» But she had too many. She liked that, and I knew she had a perfect control over them, they'd love her blindly, they'd hand themselves into her lap to die if she thought them to weak or too old, they were like mindless puppets in her hands, like submissive wolves to their alfa. I would have only one, to start with. Julie had offered to give me one of hers, but I wanted to have it freshly caught, and her slaves were to well trained. So it was one fine evening that I readied myself to get out.
Of course I wouldn't do it in italy. One of the most important rules vampires lived by was never to do anything (which includes biting and/or feeding on humans, kidnaping humans, exposing the race, in short) in the country you lived in. So I decided to go to the United States, California. Why? I have no idea.
The disko was so crowded that I could almost believe I was human again, for with such human heat I wasn't cold anymore. I didn't need to look too much to know who I wanted. Scents were a very important part in the choosing process. Now, don't you start comparing me with a wearwolf (don't you dare!), I mean if you don't like the scent of someone you don't choose that person right? But at that time, the scent I decided to follow was just... Intoxicating. That smell, a mix of flowers and spices, I couldn't possibly describe it in words. I followed it until I found its bearer: a petite girl with light brown hair and pale skin, huddled in a corner, all by herself, looking slightly anxious. I decided to skip the foreplay and go directly to her, my smile making her relax somewhat.
"Hello!", I mouthed, for the music was so loud that one couldn't be heard. She mouthed «hi». I smiled wider and held her hand. I leant towards her and told «come with me outside, you don't look comfortable in here.»
I took her, she was slightly reluctant at the start, so I let my pheromones have free range and envelop her until she was holding on tight to my hand and smiling at me. As we got out, she took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air.
"So, you don't seem to like this place very much...", I commented.
"I don't... My friend dragged me along, I couldn't say no to her, she... Her boyfriend broke up with her, she was so sad..."
"I understand... That means you're a good friend, coming here against your will, just for her, and all... Where is she, by the way...?"
The petite girl sighed.
"I haveno idea... As soon as we entered the place she disappeared from my sight, I saw her once, dancing in the middle of a crowd, but... I don't like dancing..."
I chuckled.
"Anyway, why did you asked me to come out here?", she asked.
"I saw you were uncomfortable... My name is Alexandra. And you are?"
"Carrie... You're... You're what, Russian?"
"I'm... You might say I'm Italian. I came here to the United States to... On a special job, you might call it..."
"Really? With your parents?"
"No... Look, I'll get us some drinks and... I might consider telling you, if you promise not to tell a soul!"
She pondered for a while, then smiled.
"Alright... Why not?"
I smiled again and patted her shoulder, going inside to get the drinks. I brought something alcoholic for her, but sweet too, so she would like it. From my hand-bag I took my magic weapon: what I call my own brand of «pixie-dust». I opened the bottle and dropped a pinch into her drink.
"There. You will be mine, dearie...", I murmured to myself. As I got out, she was sitting on a chair at a table. One good thing this retchid place had was this small terrace with tables where people could get away from the hateful noise inside. I sat in front of her and gave her the drink, pretending to take a swallow of my own. She did, too, but she did it for real.
"Well?", she asked, with a smile. "What is that... Special job? Now I'm curious"
I felt that urge to say the old saying that goes «curiosity killed the cat», but chose not to. Instead, I just winked at her.
"Well, Carrie... I came here, to get you..."
I could see her confused expression. I looked her in the eyes and immediately entered her weak mind. She was curious, but at the same time slightly frightened. I sent a great relaxing wave towards her mind and saw her sigh and lean against the back of her chair. Then I mentally inched her towards her drink, she held the glass and drank deeply. Good girl.
"To... Get me? Why?"
I stood up and stayed behind her chair, my hands on her shoulders, her head leant on my chest.
"Because I'm in need of someone like you...", I murmured. "You will be my blood slave. And you will come with me to my castle in Italy, where you will serve me to the rest of your life..."
I was still in her mind. I didn't have to be looking her in the eyes, I just needed to do it once to have access to her mind whenever I wished. I could feel her confusion, her fear deeply repressed by my relaxing waves which I continuously enveloped her mind in, and by the drink and the drug in it. I stroked her hair softly, while I waited for the drug to have its total effect on her.
"Drink the rest of your drink, honey, will you?"
"Yes...", she replied, absentmindedly, taking the glass and drinking it all down.
"That's a good girl! Now you will get up and come with me. And please smile, we don't want anyone thinking you're coming against your will, do we? Come, give me your hand."
She did exactly as I said. We left the hideous disko and I headed towards my erm... Borrowed car. I opened the door for her, helped her in, then got in myself.
"Where are we going?", she asked, her eyes heavy due to the drug. I patted her thigh.
"Don't trouble yourself with that now. Aren't you feeling sleepy?"
"Hmm hmm..."
"Then sleep. Everything's alright."
"But Cecily..."
"Don't worry about her now. She left you all alone, too, didn't she? Why worry?"
I was getting impatient to get away from that parking lot, and not without my prey. But I couldn't try to hasten the process of making her trust me, or it would have the opposite effect, so I kept answering her questions very gently, not turning the engin on, so she didn't think I was trying to kidnap her or something. And why did I want her to trust me? Well, I must still take her away to Italy, and it would be hard to do that with a struggling girl. People would stare, questions would be asked, and I certainly couldn't have that. So it was better this way.
"What about my parents...? They'll be worried..."
She was starting to have difficulties keeping her eyes opened. I stroked her hair.
"Don't worry about them,sweetie, they'll be okay, I promise you. Do you trust me?"
"Hmm hmm..."
"Good! Then rest, I can see you're very tired. That's a good girl!"
She finally closed her eyes and fell asleep. And I started making some calls to have two tickets for the nextest flight to Italy. The sooner I left that country the better.