promissory note : THIS IS NOT MY archetype report ! ! Someone else wrote it. I took it and tweaked and edited it a little but it 's not mine.

It's dark, I can't see anything. My middle are covered with something. I start to panic. I can't run my arms or leg. They're tied to the bed I lying on. I feel a cool gentle wind on my eubstance. My mind panics ! I'm naked ! What's happening ? What's going on ? I ask myself. I struggle to get myself unfettered. I pull and pull but the ties only tighten around my wrists and mortise joint. I scream for help but it's useless. No one is there. I hear a phone. What is it ? I wonder. Then he speaks,

"Relax, little one."

"Who's there ? What's going on ? Why am I here ?"I scream out. But there's no solution.
"Please, talk to me."I beg. But still, there is silence.
"My name is Cyn Dubrinsky and my family will be looking for me."I threaten. I start to cry. I beg to him.
"Please release me. I haven't seen your face. I won't say anything to anyone just let me go."He breaks his silence and William Tell me,
"I know who you are. None of what you say matter for in the end, you will be mine."I struggle with the tie beam again ; screaming,
"Let me go !"
"screeching will do you no good, little one. The room is good proof. As for anyone looking for you, I know that no one will follow for you. For you are the last of your clan."I cry some more then feel his fingers wiping away my teardrop. I turn my head away.
"Don't jot me ! I will never be yours !"
"Yes you will. And as far as who I am, my gens is Mickey. I'm a vampire and …your lifemate."There is a subtle evil tone to his articulation and I can secernate he's smiling.
"Fighting me will not solve anything. It will only make things harder for you."I ask,
"Why ? Why me ? What do you want with me ?"
"I've been hunting you, following your every move ; day after day."He trails his digit down my typeface towards my neck.
"So lenient. You're like the o.k. silk."I struggle again.
"Please don't cutaneous senses me. You don't want me."He laughs and says,
"Yes. I do require you You are the one I have been searching for ; the one that will make me whole again."
"Whole ? What are you talking about, you monster ?"
"I have searched for the one. You are she. You are from the past bloodline of the Dubrinsky clan ; you carry their blood and their powers."
"What powers ?"I ask.
"I have no powers. Yes, my shoemaker's last name is Dubrinsky but I have no powers."
"innocent one, your powers were bound at babyhood to go on you safety. But I have known where you were all along. You come from a long demarcation of lamia ; your lineage is considered a royal one. Your magnate and heritage have been kept from you, but no more than !
"No ! It's not potential !"I shout.
"I am not a vampire !"But then I start to cogitate of all the transfusion I've had with the excuse of"blood touch on emergence inherited from my family."I felt his manus caress my white meat and his finger line my nipple and I cringe not wanting to respond to his jot. He laughs once more.
"It's useless to deny what you're opinion. I know that your body wants my touch and that you are craving something that has always been denied to you…the joy of feeding."
My thoughts are not my own anymore, I believe him but fight it at the same time. He lets his finger trace my pap once more than before I feel the wetness of his spit. I fight the feeling to respond but hhe reads my cerebration and pulls it into his mouthpiece. I gasp as he sucks on my nipple and lets his other hand caress my other chest. My body begins to grass me and I respond to his touch. I moan as he continues and beg you,
"occlusive. Please, stop."But we both know that my body is crying for more. Then it happens, I feel him scrape his teeth just above my breast. It feels card sharp than anything I have felt before. Pain shoots through as I feel you sink your teeth into me. It's some of the worst pain I've ever felt but at the Lapplander clock time a wave of pleasance washes over me. I realize that he is what he says he is. I feel him drinking from me. As he feeds on me I feel this want ; this want. I must have him.
My trunk and common sense are telling me to just let go and give into you but I still choose to crusade you. You whisper in my ear,
"Let go. Be mine for eternity."I feel his fingers trace my chthonian lips, up & down ; letting one sliding board in to explore my cunt. I feel your rooster on my thigh and it feels so gruelling and I sense the heat coming from it, I begin to ache. I hear your voice again,
"Give in to me."I finally relent and give in. I whisper back to you,
"Yes, I will be yours."You pull off my blindfold and you are smiling, it is the first time seeing you and you are beautiful. I take in your appearance. He has dark long hair's-breadth tied at the stand of your neck, eyes that are a kaleidoscope of colors, skin that is almost translucent, and his trunk is perfectly chiseled. I say to him,
"You are perfect in every way."
"As are you."You begin to kiss me tenderly. As he does he went on to excuse of my derivation and heritage.
"Your family, your kin, comes from a most imperial line of vampires that ruled over the Carpathians for centuries."He walks around the bed releasing my wrists and mortise joint. I rub them gently. When done you slide in succeeding to me and your turncock is again by my thigh. You begin to osculate my body as you continue on as to the story of my kin group.
"We have magnate, we can see the future, read people's intellect, we can shape-shift, and we can manipulate others to do our command. We can also wipe out the store of others."
"I still don't believe I have powers."He laughs.
"My silly, unacquainted, be intimate. You do bear them and I will assist you recover them, I will undo the binding torment that was put upon you. You will take your true property as Queen of the Carpathians and I will be your King."I question you,
"Is that all you want of me ?"He shakes his head.
"No, I want more.
"What more could you possibly need ?"He stares at me for a bit ; a lonely and sad tone on his face.
"I want love."He tells me that he is my lifemate and I his, there can be only one for each other.
"My minuscule one, when a Carpathian male turns 18 twelvemonth of age, all semblance and emotions disappear from him. His life history is not his own, he becomes a warrior for our queen and so his life is a constant battle not only for his power but for himself. If he does not find his lifemate then the alternative is his to be hunted by fellow warriors or end his world by walking into the light, the sun."
"Why must he be hunted ?"I ask.
"Males will turn into something horrific that will terrorize the human man. When a male has found his first mate all colouring restitution to him as well emotions and so the danger of him turning into a monster lessens. Once he has said the Carpathian vows, it binds him and his lifemate in every way. They feel everything about each other… when they are hurt, when they are in demand, when they are in danger. If demise comes to one of them the former will no longer want to live, they would miss their other half too much. They are connected to each other as no normal man couples are connected. She becomes the lighting to his iniquity, almost as an anchorperson to keep him from turning into a fiend. You are that for me my little innocent one, but there is more still. In Order to complete the union we must exchange blood three time to solidify our mating."
As he says that I watch in awe as his fingernail begins to extend and he cuts himself on his thorax. His bridge player grabs my head gently and you lead me to your bureau and tell me
"Drink."I'm mesmerized. I lick a droplet then start to suck and drink your rip ; I listen to your voice as you say the vows but not in a language that I understand. You stop me from drinking anymore, I ask what language was he speaking and you reply
"Carpathian, of course."He smiles. You kiss me and I wrap my arms around your cervix to draw you in deeper for a more passionate kiss. You begin to displace so you are now in between my stage, I stop you,
"I'm still a virgin."He smiles once more and tells me,
"I know ”. He slides down my physical structure to my pussy and without saying anything he begins to search and feed on my nether rim. I'm squirming as I feel his glossa in me as well as his finger. He slides back up and as he does he hooks my legs with his blazonry and slowly enters me. Pushing slowly, sliding in and out, and stretching me so that he can fit all the way in. I arch my dorsum and cry out, as he has broken that precious roadblock. And as he do, he licks my neck and sinks his teeth into me. My eyes shoot surface and all I see and feel is white heat lightning, it's coursing through my body and I see it in my mind. He's drunkenness from me and making love to me at the same meter and it's…incredible, I don't want it to ever end. He leans back and cuts himself once more. I need no invitation this time. I kiss, then punch and suck him as the touch sensation of him fucking me while I feed off him drives me wild.

We begin to fuck in a frenzied state, not getting enough of one another. He pulls out and I feel the expiration of your cock in my pussy. I whimper but only to have him turn me over and slam into my pussy from behind. He pulls me up towards his cover and grabs my breast in one hand and fingerbreadth my clit with the other. All the spell I am pushing back, meeting him with each thrust into my pussy. He feels my orgasm coming on, so he bends me back over and snaffle me by my pelvic arch to thrust and push in harder and deeper. I scream out,
"Mick ! ! ! !"as I cum and it takes him over the edge you let forth your load. His cum shoots into my pussycat and drowns it as it drips out of my pussy. We lay there intertwined with one another, I'm searching for my breath and he's content now that our labor union is almost all over. He tells me that we only need one Sir Thomas More profligate interchange but warns me that soon after my physical structure will begin to change.
"You will begin to take on the Carpathian in you and so my consistence will change from human to true blood Carpathian. It will be fierce. It will be painful. You'll want to kill yourself. But you'll have to take with it because when it finally ends, you'll be the world-beater you were born to be."
We look into each other's optic and the wishing for each other is there once more. We begin again but this time gentler for he knows I am sore. Our cuddling begins, I leave feathery, almost butterfly, kisses all over your face then down your neck opening and dresser. I explore your body wanting to kiss, lick, and caress every column inch of you. Then I reach your cock. I look at it in admiration. It's big and thick. I start to lick it and you direct me as to how to pleasure your prick. I taste it. I taste the salinity on the head of your cock. It makes my organic structure tremble with deficiency.
He guides my head closer and evidence me to select his shaft into my back talk. It's so thick and big but I do it anyway. He slowly begins to bang my sassing. In and out while I look at you with eyes of lust and passion. He turns so that he's lying down then pulls me so that I am on top, he tells me to continue sucking his dick. I feel his tongue delve into my pussy and also his fingers. He's fucking me with your finger's breadth and sucking my clit. Faster and faster, the friction on my clit is submerge. It makes me sop up you debauched also, I feel like my cum's ready to explode. You feel it too so you work firmly. I cum and as I do he bites my clit.

"The pure blood,"He explains. I scream from pleasure and pain in the neck. He cums intemperately as you continue to feast on my rakehell then you cut yourself as close as you can come on your tool so that I may accept your cum then tope your origin. The soil shakes. We have completed our sexual union and so the dark macrocosm is accepting the new logical argument of succession. I begin to feel feeble. He grabs me and pose me back on the bed.
"This is the firstly step. Your body is going to shut everything down ; except your flighty system. This will be painful. But I'll be by your side the whole time."He gives me a kiss.
"Mick ?"
"Yes, little one ?"
"I love you."And I collapse in his blazonry.
How long did the botheration stopping point ? Hours ? Weeks ? Days ? It seemed like eternity to me. But eventually, it began to settle. Finally, I heard Paddy's voice.
"Little one, it's time to wake up. ”