Chapter 1

Her name was Rachel and she was a very unhappy 14yr old girl. At school things were tough; she suffered all the usual problems a teenager faces. Most of the kids either ignored her or were mean to her. Every problem seemed to be high drama, a blow to her self-esteem. She could not even trust her few close friends, they talked behind her back and occasionally set her up for humiliating little jokes. Although Rachel said more than once "I hate you. & I never want to see you again." She would eventually hang out with them again. Anything was better than being alone. School was hard, but it was nothing compared to her home life.

Her dad had always been short tempered, but since the death of Rachel's mom, he had increasingly become an out of control monster. At first things were just a bit more nasty than normal. He would yell more and was quick to slap her if she talked back. Rachel did her best to stay out of his way and not make him angry. This worked most of the time, except when he was really drunk. When he was like that, anything she said or did could rub her dad the wrong way and set him off.

The real bad stuff didn't start happening until a few months ago. It had become normal for Rachel's dad to get drunk Friday night and come home with some woman and fuck her brains out. Rachel did her best to ignore the noise and pretend it never happened. But quickly the quality of women he brought home declined. Very few were willing to go on a second date with him.

Eventually there came a night when he arrived home alone. Disturbed by the lack of usual noise, Rachel came out of her room to see what was going on. She was never sure what she said or did to piss off her dad so much, but before she knew it he slapped her so hard her head rang. Rachel felt like she was out of her own body, a third person watching as a man rapped some poor girl. A small part of her knew it was her daddy violating her, taking her virginity away, but it all seemed so unreal.

When Rachel came to her senses again she was in her bed. She had not really passed out but she had been so dazed that she had no real control over herself. Her dad was sobbing next to her bed. She watched him for a while, not wanting to say anything. Then he noticed her gaze and quickly started to apologize. That is when the real nightmare began. He hugged her and kissed her, then his large hands started fondling her small breasts. He kept saying "Im sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt you, but now I just need you."

This time Rachel was completely awake and aware, yet she was paralyzed with uncertainty. What should she do? He was trying to be nice, but he was trying to have sex with her, again. She knew she should tell him to stop, but that would only make him mad she guessed. He would hit her again and rape her again. Her dad was a large strong man and she knew that in a struggle she would always lose. As his fingers stroked her recently ravaged pussy Rachel bit her lip trying not to yelp in pain. "Im sorry baby, daddy will kiss it and make it feel better." He said. Then he grabbed her legs, spread them wide and started licking her little cunt.

She gasped and whimpered "no, no" But he ignored her. Her dad slurped her poor lil pussy then he fucked her good and hard for a long, long time. Rachel felt like her insides were being torn apart. His cock was really way too big for her inexperienced cunt. By the time he was done, Rachel was sure that she would die from the abuse, she wished that she would. The head lines would read "Local teenage girl fucked to death by her own father" That almost made her laugh, as her daddy staggered off to his own bed, his cock leaking a trail of cum across the floor.

But Rachel did not die. The next morning she woke up to find her bed was a mess, but there was not really a lot of blood. Her body hurt, especially between her legs, but she could still move. Life went on. Her dad said nothing about it, neither did she.

A few days passed before it happened again. This time she resisted "Please daddy don't do it. That other time was a mistake, its ok, but if you do it again I will hate you forever." But he was in no mood to reason with his daughter, "Your mine, you lil bitch, Im gonna fuck you any time and any way I want to." He yelled as he shook her like a rag doll. To prove the point, he slammed her body to the floor, pushed her knees up to her ears then ripped off her panties. He fucked her so hard that he knocked the breath out of her. All she could do was gasp desperately for air between each downward thrust. Her daddy rapped her cunt like this for only a few minutes before he came.

A brutal rape but a quick one, she was thinking but no he was not done. He was still hard so he aimed at her asshole. "No, no please, I'll do anything just don't do that." She begged. Her dad smiled. Soon Rachel was on her hands and knees taking his cock into her mouth. He let her awkwardly suck and lick him before taking hold of her young head and face fucking her. When he finally came he had his cock stuffed so far down her throat that she could hardly even taste it at all.

One morning, a few days later, in class, later Rachel burst out laughing, then ran sobbing from the room. The realization that she had become her daddy's slut literally to save her ass was both funny and terrible. Of course the worst part was that it was only a temporary way to stop him. Sooner or later he would get made and fuck her up the ass. Of course Rachel could explain none of this to her friends at school.

What could she do?

This became the burning question in her mind.

Chapter 2

It had been about a year since the last time Rachel had dreamed about the Shadow Prince. When she was very small she use to think he was real, but later realized he must be a figment of her own imagination. However he was not like other imaginary friends, he was more like a phantom uncle. Every so often he would come to town, pay a few social calls then be off again on some mysterious adventure. Each visit followed a similar pattern, the Shadow Prince would dance with Rachel's mother then when mom was tired, he would put her to bed and spend some time with Rachel.

With out ever thinking about it, Rachel had been convinced that with her mother gone, the Shadow Prince would pay no more visits, so she was very surprised to see him in her dreams one night. "Your room smells of fear little princess, what troubles you?" he asked. Rachel babbled out the entire story of her life over the past few months, all the things she wanted to say to someone but had kept hidden. She sobbed as she explained how her father rapped her, taken her virginity and now used her for sex almost every day. It was no longer painful, but each time seemed every bit as humiliating. The Shadow Prince stood tall and motionless as she talked, his face always hidden, yet she somehow knew he was paying attention.

When she was finally done the telling of her abuse at the hands of her father, the Shadow Prince turned his gaze from her to the bedroom door, as if looking beyond it into the rest f the house. "Two questions you must answer: What do you want? How can you get it?" He said seriously. "If you fail, you will be nothing but a pathetic pawn, a sex toy for your father. He will use you and eventually star sharing your body with his friends. Your escape from him, when he is tired of you, will be some guy who is just as abusive." The Prince spelled out all Rachel's worst fears.

Rachel squeezed her hands into fists digging her nails hard into her palms. "That's all you have to say? Don't you care? Don't you feel sorry for me?" Somehow she thought that the Prince would have sympathy for her, kind words and caring maybe a warm hug. But what she got was most alarming. In a flash he was on top of her, one hand holding her chin in an iron grip. For the first time ever she could see his face clearly, his eyes endlessly dark, his smile frightening. "I do care about you; otherwise I would not bother to come here at all." He said slowly with total honesty. "If you show some brains and courage, then I will help you. I believe you may be special, but you have to prove to me that you are worth my attention."

"You're not just a dream are you?" she asked as he let go of her. "Think about what you want and what you are willing to do to get it. I will return in one week for your answers." He said as he drew a line down her neck and between her young breasts with one fingernail. Then he stood up and walked to the window, his long coat blowing in the breeze. A sleepy haze overcame Rachel as she watched the Shadow Prince step out into the night.

The next day Rachel took her best friend Tammy aside at lunch to tell her about the dream. She glossed over the parts about her father, simply saying that things at home had been getting unbearable since her mom died. Tammy was a goth girl; black hair, black clothes, arcane symbols on her jewelry, and had a reputation for being fascinated by all things occult. By comparison, Rachel seemed normal, although she tended towards a tough look when it came to her style.

As Rachel talked Tammy grew more excited, which was a departure from her normal emotionless attitude. "It really sounds like you met our town's vampire." She exclaimed. "What do you mean - our town's vampire?" Rachel asked.

Tammy looked around then leaned closer across the table. "There are lots of stories about vampires; most of it is all Hollywood shit. To learn anything real about them, you have to read old books and put the pieces together from reports of strange happenings. This town has a strong urban legend about a 'shadow prince' some accounts say he is a nice guy others make him seem a blood thirsty monster, but all have a few points in common when you take a good look at them. And that's just the point, no one ever gets a good look at his face, it's always shadows or just a foggy memory." She pointed her finger at her friend "I wish I could have been there."

Rachel shook her head "Thanks a lot, I was sort of thinking that I might be going crazy having a dream that seemed so life like. I feel much better knowing that it's a vampire coming into my room to talk with me. But hay, I never invited him in, so how could he..."

"Does your dad own the house? I mean is it paid for and all?" Tammy asked. "Huu no I don't think so." Rachel answered in some confusion.

"That 'can not enter with out permission' stuff only works if the owner of the house is living there. If you are paying rent or a mortgage you aren't really the owner, so it's like a loop hole." Tammy looked very smug with her know it all expression.

Normally Rachel didn't care, it was just trivia, but now this occult stuff and vampire lore seemed meaningful. "We have to talk more about this after school." She said as the bell rang.