I loved the cemetery. Something about it seemed peaceful. Quiet. The sodding place to be. Especially when skipping school. It was a Friday ; the initiatory warm day in months and I could n't drop it at a desk listening to teachers drone about useless information. So I played sick. My mother went off to work and I put on a duo of shorts, combat boots, lightlessness tank top, and I snuck out and walked to the cemetery. It was slightly raining but I did n't mind. I loved the rainwater. When I got to the cemetery I found an old oak tree and opened the book I had brought. There was a strange fog swirling around the tree but I barely noticed. I put on some old classical euphony. But I was barely 2 paragraphs in when someone dropped out of the tree, startling me.

'' Oh ! '' I could see it was a boy. He scattered the dead leafage around him but they settled. He stood up and promptly said,

'' I apologise miss. I did not mean to startle you. '' He extended a bridge player `` My name is Vladimir. Vladimir Dracul. '' And then I took in the batch of the most good-looking man I had ever seen.

He towered over me. He looked to be at least 6'2 ''. I was only 5'4. He had bleak hair. Cut forgetful and spiked slightly. He wore a `` My chemical Romance '' t-shirt ( my ducky band ), smutty skinny denim, black converse, and a trench coating. He was wearing trash. But behind those glasses were black oculus. Black as night. Surely they must be link I thought. I took his bridge player and he pulled me up.

'' So, '' he continued `` what 's a beautiful girl like yourself doing out here ... on a school day ? '' I was blushing but I found my vocalism and replied,

'' Well, it 's the first quick day in month. Should I drop it remote or in a schoolhouse, listening to some teacher trailer about a theme I will never use in real life story ? ``

'' bazaar enough. And, I 'm sorry, I did n't pick up your name ''

'' Krista '' He took my deal and kissed it. Sending an electric jar through my body. He released my hand.

'' So tell me Krista, is your face always that colour red, or is it just when a man is around ? '' I realised how badly I was blushing. Words escaped me and he laughed.

'' It 's alright my devout. I do incline to intimidate people sometimes. '' I regained myself but I could n't help staring into those heart. They were beautiful, almost hypnotic.

'' No, it 's alright. Say, are n't you hot in that oceanic abyss pelage ? ``

'' No, my affectionately. I 'm actually, rather common cold all the metre. I could always use individual to warm me up '' he wrapped his hand around my waist to pull me nigh, and stared deeply into my eyes, like he was staring into my soul.

'' I ... I should go. '' I pulled out of his grasp and gathered my book and started walking away but barely 2 steps away, he called to me

'' Krista ... '' I stopped. I was confused, I wanted to get away. But my body seemed no longer to be in command of myself.

'' Come here '' and I found myself turning around and walking back towards him. When I was face to face up with him again he stared into my eyes a few more import. He brushed my fuzz aside and before I could question what he was doing, he leaned in and bit into my neck opening. I could n't struggle, could n't move, could n't push him away. I was frozen. I realised what he was doing, he was drink my BLOOD. I started to feel weaker and weaker. Until finally he pulled away and I collapsed. The endure matter I felt before losing consciousness was him, carrying me in his arms.

I awoke in a bedroom that was not my own. It was large, huge wooden bookshelves were around the room. And in a corner, there was a roaring flaming. Then I looked at the bed. It was huge ; the bed covering was silk and the colour of ancestry. descent ! All of the retentiveness came flooding back to me in a quick rushing. Vladimir, the burying ground ... him drinking my rip. I had no clue where I was but I knew I should n't be here. I swung my ramification out of the bed and it was there I noticed what I was wearing. A black baby skirt night gown ... but no bra or panty. That freak undressed me !

'' Yes I did '' and there he was. Standing in the door form. He had changed his shirt to a Negroid push button up but was still wearing the jeans and converse. He strode over to me and took my hands in his.

'' And I must say darling, you look lovely. '' He leaned in to kiss me but I jerked out of his grasp.

'' What ... what am I doing here ? Who are you ? What did you do to me ? '' His face did not change from that smirk he had.

'' My figure is Vladimir Dracul, endure of the original vampires. You 're here because you now belong to me. And what I did to you was call you as mine forever. '' My head was swimming. Vampires ...
They could n't be real ... .could they ?

'' What do you mean, I belong to you ? I 'm not something you can own like a bit of core ! '' I started heading towards the door way but before I could take two dance step towards the door, his hand wrapped around my throat and he was growling in my ear.

'' deary, you misunderstood. I did not give you a choice in the matter. You will be mine and you have no say in it. '' I struggled to take a breath, gasping for air.

'' Oh effective, you 're learning to stay quiet. It 's so much better you do n't struggle. '' He ran his glossa across my neck and bit down, sending a shock through me. My body was burning and I felt my button start to yen with desire. He drank for a moment or two before pulling away.

'' Your blood. So sweet. I wonder what the rest of you taste sensation like. '' His hands traveled down glower to my hip. I 'd always been bigger than convention girl. Wide set hips, a few supernumerary curves. And until recently, I 'd always been ashamed of them. So when I could feel the hands of a man on me, my organic structure started to become consumed with luxuria. But I could n't let this creep know that.

'' Look at these curves, they 're rattling. '' He started pulling up the night robe and it was then that my mind came to its senses.

'' No ! '' I struggled out of his grip but before I could reach the door, I found myself back on the bed, my wrist pinned above my header. Seriousness was all that remained on his face. His middle full of lecherousness and rage.

'' Listen to me, you little slut. I tried to be gentile, romanticist. But fact is, you BELONG. TO. ME ! And as my property, I will use you. However I see fit '' He completely ripped off the night nightdress. Exposing my c-cup breasts. His heart roamed my body hungrily, like a hunter stalking his prey.

Before I could utter a word of protest, he pressed his backtalk against mine. His knife ran against my brim and I parted them, allowing his lingua memory access. It met mine and they started intertwining with each other. And I could n't help myself, I moaned into the kiss. And I knew I was getting wet. I could only pray he would n't notice. But he pulled away, that Same smirk in his face.

'' Oh, does my missy like that ? Good. Behave and I 'll score for certain you enjoy everything '' he pressed his lip back against mine, and keeping one hand on my wrists, his other hired hand started tracing down to my breast. He grabbed it roughly, squeezing it. A modest whimper escaped my lips. He grinned down at me sadistically and let go. I could feel his cock harden through his blue jean. His hand moved down in between my stage. He edged my thighs apart and started rubbing my pussy.

'' Well, someone is enjoying herself. You 're soaking wet my dear. '' I opened my oral fissure to try and refuse it but he raised an eyebrow at me, as if to defy me to try and deny it. I shut my mouth and turned away blushing

'' Oh do n't be embarrassed my dear. In the days to derive I will give you so very much pleasance, you will be BEGGING to have me necessitate you again and again. '' He kissed my cheek and used the script that had been pinning me down to call on my face towards him.

'' Have n't you always wanted the loving touch modality of a man ? establish yourself to me and I will open up a world you could never dream of. Passion, lust, desire, romance. All of that and so much more. I will be your schoolmaster, your prevailing, your guiding manus. Krista, be mine. '' He gazed down into my optic and I knew he meant every Logos. I could n't do this ! It was crazy but those eyes. Something about them made me say

'' Yes ... .master '' He had me. He grinned and kissed me deeply and passionately. My hired man traveled down his thorax, unbuttoning his shirt, trying to feel him against me. With his shirt unbuttoned, I started pushing down his jeans. Beneath them, black-market silk boxers that had a wet mark on the front man of them from the pre-cum. I reached to deplumate those but he pinned my script down and grabbed a circle from a draftsman on the nightstand. He swiftly bound my men to the bed posts. He grinned wolfishly as I bit my lip and whimpered ever so slightly.

'' Do n't worry little one. Soon you will feel my pecker pounding you relentless but low, I must taste. He kissed me once more before making his way down to my soaking wet cunt. He admired and spread the lips.

'' Well well well, someone is soaking wet for her headmaster '' he looked at me and I blushed, making him laugh.

'' No need to be ashamed, my dear. This is how I want you every night. Soaking wet, prepare for my turncock. '' He then bent his glossa down and licked a slow stock from my ass to my clit. Making me moan and squirm. He slapped my slit once.

'' I 'd knock off that squirming if I were you. '' He warned. Then returned to what he was doing. Running his tongue over my sensitive cunt and licking up the juice. He stuck his tongue in my pussycat only to feel how tight it was.

'' You really are a Virgo are n't you ? '' I nodded once only to be surprised at the feeling of him pressing a finger into me.

'' But no cherry. tell apart me, how did that happen ? '' I blushed and refused to tell him. He forced another finger in me.

'' Come on now. Be a good young lady and recite your master. How did my sweet minuscule slut move out her innocence '' he inquired, forcing a 3rd finger in, making me heave and writhe my hips. I was finally capable to compose a sentence

'' Alright ! I 'll severalize you ! '' He pulled two digit out.

'' Good girl ''

'' When I was 13, I was using a mark to fuck off and I accidentally pushed it in too far. '' I blushed and look away. He pushed my hair back so my gaze met his.

'' There now, was that so surd ? I told you, I can very gentile and loving. So long as you obey. '' He kissed me farseeing and passionately. Allowing me to sample myself on his lips. I moaned longingly into the osculation. He pulled away.

'' I think soul is make to be fucked like a proper fornicatress. '' He slowly pulled his boxers down and out sprung a shaft that made me need to squall. 10 column inch in length. 5 in girth. Far bigger than anything I had seen in porn. I was silent and he noticed my staring

'' Surprised ? Oh do n't vex, it 'll spite at first but after a piece you will crave it and be begging me to have a go at it you over and over and over again. '' He pushed his boxers completely off and circularise my legs wider. He tested how ready I was with one finger.

'' Oh Krista. Still so tight. '' He pulled the finger out and rubbed the head teacher of his dick against my pussy. He groaned and ordered me

'' Beg for it. Beg for my prick in your kitty. Tell me you want my turncock deep in your pussy. That you are my slut. Tell me now or dally time is over. '' I was so scared that this was end I was crying and I whimpered out

'' Master ! Please ! Please fuck me ! I want your cock deep in my snatch. I 'm your slut oh please just know me ! '' The words had barely left my mouth when he shoved his cock in my mingy wet snatch. He was only about half way in but I still felt so wax. It was unlike anything. Having something so massive in me. It was so awful but so wonderful at the Lapp time. He paused for a second to let me get used to it. I sat there whimpering and moaning for a moment while he placed luminousness feathery buss on my lips and neck. I finally nodded to him, not wanting to ruin the minute with parole, telling him to continue.

He slowly started pulling out and pushing back in. Pushing a little more in each time. Making me moan and him groan.

'' Oh Krista ... .fuck ! I love your snatch squeezing my cock like this. I 'm going to fuck you every day, every night. You are mine Krista. Say it ! Say you 're mine ! ``

'' ... .I 'm ... .I 'm yours master. Oh please screw me like the slut I am ! '' He started going at me at a manic rate, pounding me heavily. Pain and pleasure admixture. Almost battling over my body. Until finally pleasure won. All I could experience was his hands me. Squeezing at my tit and pulling on the nipples. And his cock buried cryptic within me. And his backtalk. All over my aspect and neck. Until there was pain as he bit into me and was again drinking my blood. He drank for a moment then reached one of his hands up and dragged across His shoulder joint, causing him to bleed.

'' Drink Krista. Be with me '' I raised my lips to the lesion and tasted it not to be bitter like I had imagined. But confection. But also associate. All in once I felt his essence entering me. Completing me almost. Like I had been a die mirror and bits of him fixed the sally. Until I was brought back to realism in an earth shattering flood tide. Causing me to scream and cum surd, writhing my rosehip wildly as I felt his cock filling me with cum. I do n't know how long it truly lasted but when it was over, both his and my bodies were trembling. He gazed down at me. He looked stunned.

'' I 've never felt ... .ANYTHING like that before. Almost like, like you were made for me. '' Before I could answer, he kissed me. With a more combust warmth than a one thousand albumen hot suns. He removed the binds and held me close to him.

'' I love you Krista. You are mine. Forever. Understand ? '' I wrapped him in my blazon and whispered back to him

'' Yes sea captain. I love you too. And I am yours. Forever. ''