Chapter 18

Rachel woke up suddenly, someone was watching her, she could feel eyes looking into her very soul. The young teen girl could not suppress a shiver, a mix of fear and joy. Before her eyes even focused on him, Rachel knew who was there. The shadow prince had come to visit her.

He stood at the foot of her bed, dressed as she remembered him, all in rich decorative dark clothing with a long coat that seemed to sway in the breeze, even though there was no wind moving through the room. His face was hansom in a renaissance sort of way; his long hair neatly tied back, his beard trimmed short. But it was his eyes that fascinated her most. Endlessly deep and dark they were not human eyes at all.

"You have had exactly one weak now, to think about what you want and what you are willing to do to get it. Have you an answer for me?" He asked with out introductory pleasantries.

Rachel sat up in bed and stretched; no cowering under the covers. She let them fall from her chest, showing off her perky breasts. She gave herself time to wake up before answering his question. Rachel was determined to stay calm and in control of herself.

"What I want is never to be a victim again. What I need is the strength and skill to defend myself." She said slowly. "And Im willing to do anything, so long as Im the one choosing to do it, or not."

The shadow prince smiled a genuinely warm and surprised smile. "You are no fool. That is increasingly rare these days." He gestured towards the TV, "People have always struggled to understand their own desires. But in this age, more than any other Iv seen, people are misdirected. Kant was a wrong when he said 'The vocation of man's species consists of nothing other than progress towards perfection.' It was Rousseau who got it right when he said 'Most of man's ills are of his own making, and we would have avoided almost all of them if we had retained the simple way of life prescribed by nature.' even more pointedly he said 'As man becomes sociable he becomes a slave, he becomes weak, timid, groveling, and his soft way of life saps his strength and courage.'

Rachel sat quietly until the vampire lord paused, inviting her to comment. "I guess things are fucked up, but Iv no idea who your quoting." She said honestly. "Was the world really any better a long time ago?"

"It was different, because death was close to everyone always. People today have no pressing need to examine their lives to decide what is important to them. They assume that in this safe modern society they will live a long time and suffer very little. But in the old days, with death around each corner, more people valued life and tried to make the best of it they could." The shadow prince explained.

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and pointed a finger at the young teenager. "I can give you the strength and skills you need, I can even give you immortality. But you will have to work hard to earn these things."

Rachel shrugged, "Sure. Iv never been afraid of hard work if it gets me something useful. But if you are going to treat me like a slave, forget it." She put on her best serious face. Even though she hated the way her father had used her, the thought of being his sex slave did cause her nipples to harden.

"Are you really offering to turn me into a vampire?" she asked.

"Yes that is prize I offer you." He said quietly. "But it's not for everyone. Its nothing like the stories you commonly hear. A vampire can not simply bite a person and make them into another vampire. What we can do is to begin the change in a person. After several bites and some mystical rituals, the would-be immortal seems to come down with an illness. Over several weeks his powers will start to develop and so will his hunger. If he resists the change he will grow more ill and die, as a normal human. If he embraces the change he will become a creature of the night." He paused to see if the girl was paying attention.

"You see it's very hard to make someone a vampire against their will. They must want it. But more than that, they must be able to endure the un-life that is our existence. Many new immortals tend to get themselves killed quickly, as their power makes them mad. They think they can get away with anything. They take foolish risks. They forget that the title immortal is not an absolute description. We can be killed, it is just very difficult to do so." The shadow prince explained so the girl would truly know what she was getting into.

"So are you like, undead or demons or what?" she asked next. The vivid memory of the little vampire Violet's body flooded Rachel's mind. She had felt cool to the touch but she had not seemed like an animated corps.

"It is hard to say exactly what we are. In matters of the mind and I think the spirit, we are no different than other people. That is to say new immortals are no different. Once you have lived a few hundred years or experienced a great number of things, your point of view can differ a great deal from the human perspective." He knew this idea was hard to explain, so he quickly turned to the easier subject.

"We are not possessed by any demons making us do things against our will. What a vampire does, he chooses to do. What makes us seem demonic is our lack of obedience to social norms. Once you turn to the world of darkness, normal things don't matter so much. Some vampires take antisocial behavior to an extreme. It is one thing to be self centered and do whatever you want. It is another thing to be reckless, to kill and rape, thinking you are unstoppable."

Rachel nodded; "Being a vampire makes you powerful but not perfect." She repeated one of the things she had read in one of her friend's books. "So why offer this to me?"

The shadow prince put his hand on her shoulder. "Some people are naturally slaves; they take orders because it's easy for them. Other people resist being slaves but are eventually broken; they are sad creatures hardly even human. A very few people have the will to resist all the way to the end, believing that death is better than slavery. It is this last kind of person I think worthy of my attention, worthy of immortality." He looked deep into Rachel's eyes. Although she was trying to be brave there was a little girl in the corner of her mind desperately afraid that this conversation would end in rape.

"The deal I offer you is this; a place in my house as a student. If you do well then you may work for me, in a role best suited to your talents. If you do very well then I may adopt you as part of my family. Your training will be hard but honorable. For your part you must promises loyalty to my house and keep our secret." The shadow prince spoke the words as if they had more weight than all the legal documents down at city hall.

Rachel felt the unspoken words too; 'if you fail or betray us, you will die.' With more courage than she ever used before, the young teenager took hold of the vampire lord's hand, in both of hers. She moved it down to her chest, and held it right above her heart. "You have my word, I will do my best, to learn from you and make you proud of me." She said with only the slightest of hesitations.

"How then shall we seal this deal?" he asked after a moment of silence.

A shiver of fear and excitement ran down Rachel's spine. It was an open offer, she could suggest almost anything and he would accept. But somehow she was sure that the true seal for this deal involved sex and blood. Was he being a gentleman by offering an alternative, by not demanding that she give herself to him?

"How about an exchange?" she asked. "You can have teats of my blood, but only at the moment you are cumming inside me." Her pussy began to feel more and more wet as she spoke. The thought of having sex with this man excited her. There was a certain confidence and charisma about him. Although he was not especially large, he seemed powerful. Her dad had been big and strong and even hansom, but there was something ugly and desperate about how he had treated Rachel. She wanted the vampire lord because she believed he could be a kind lover.

"A charming idea." he said as he moved his hand to cup her small breast. "But not here, let's go back to my room. I wish you to enjoy your first time with me in more refined surroundings."

Chapter 19

Rachel wrapped herself in the big fluffy bathrobe, because it was the only thing in her room she had to wear. Then she followed the shadow prince down the hall to the elevators. "This place is like a hotel." She commented. "It is a hotel, although this wing is for staff and special guests only." He explained.

This man was the Violet's daddy. He had been fucking the small golden haired vampire girl for over a hundred years. How old was he? Did he fuck many young girls or was she a special case? Rachel wondered as she walked along.

They went down to basement level 2, and then took the stairs one level lower. Of course being a vampire he would not have his room at the top. She reasoned. Being underground was safer. Did he sleep in a coffin? No that was just silly. She told herself.

This was the man who had known her mother, what exactly had their relationship been? Did he drink her blood, did he fuck her? All her memories were just foggy dreams. Was it perverted that she wanted this man to make love to her? She was quite sure he had sex with her mother, why would he not? Then again Rachel had been fucked by her father many times, so a perverse connection to her mother already existed in that regard.

They passed through a lobby with a heavy set of security doors and a sleepy old guard at a desk. Rachel wondered if the old guy was of any real use. "Is he the best guard you have?" she asked quietly as they took a few steps down a short hallway to a big set of polished oak doors. "He has been a loyal guard for a long time; his post is an honor more than a practical matter." The vampire lord answered.

They entered his privet sitting room, which looked like a gothic library. The stone walls were covered with fancy book cases and several old maps. Two large leather chairs were set beside the fire place, each with its own side table. In the center of the room was a beautiful heavy wooden table, with a dozen books piled neatly on it. At the far end of the room was a small door. "I guess you read a lot." Rachel said with out any real point to her comment. "I never acquired a teats for television." He answered.

The shadow prince took off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair. It was only then that Rachel noticed he was wearing a sword, a small elegant looking fencing blade on his left side and a dagger on his right. "I guess you really are old school." She said with a smile. "Yes mostly." He said as he unbuckled the sword belt and set it aside. "I recognize the importance of modern things; I just don't like them very much."

Rachel followed her vampire lord into his bedroom. It was every bit as impressive as she expected it would be. Stone walls, wood panels, stain glass windows with dim lights behind them, fancy paintings, furniture that looked like it should be in a museum, and a big four post bed. There was no modern electronics anywhere in sight. "Make yourself comfortable." He said and waved towards the bed.

She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was all so strange. It was the first time Rachel did not find herself suddenly thrust into a sexual situation. He was being polite but rather distant about it all. Somehow she expected him to be much more passionate or perverted.

She walked to the bed and sat down on the edge. She watched quietly as he slowly stripped naked in front of her. Unlike most men who were in a hurry to get out of their clothes, and often looked silly taking them off, he was calm about it. Although it was far from a strip number, it was a sort of ritual that fascinated Rachel.

When the shadow prince was at last naked, the stepped forward "Off with your robe." He said as he stood before the young teen. Rachel hesitated, not because she was shy about getting naked, but rather because the thoughts that had been running around in her brain had reached a conclusion.

"You're trying not to seduce me." She said in a tone that was part surprise and part accusation. "You're being polite but not charming. You're not sweeping me off my feet or anything like that. Why?" she asked with a hint of hurt confusion.

He smiled and reached out to slowly pull open the big soft bathrobe, exposing Rachel's firm young breasts. "You're bright to notice my behavior, but not wise enough to reason why." He spoke with affection, as he uncovered her body.

"Ummm... I guess that's me." She said after trying to think of an answer. It was getting hard to think now that his hands were on her. Moving casually across her skin, his touch was cool but not corps like. "Are you playing some sort of game with me?" she asked, as his fingers narrowly avoided touching her nipples.

"Everything is life is a game." The shadow prince said "Or perhaps it's better to look at everything as part of a play. 'All the world is a stage and we are mealy players...' You do know Im going to force you to read Shakespeare as part of your education." His smile turned to a playful display of his fangs; a fake evil grin.

"What? I don't think I can handle that!" Rachel said pretending to be frightened.

"Maybe you can handle this." He said and looked meaningfully down towards his growing erection. Rachel gave a small gasp then reached out a hand to take hold of him. The shadow prince leaned forward to kiss the not so innocent teenage girl. As she stroked his cock, he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders while his right hand moved down her tummy to caress her lightly furred pussy.

The passion of their embrace grew quickly. She enjoyed the confident way he kissed. Politely aggressive; it might be described. His fingers like wise were exploring her. Rubbing up and down her moist slit, gradually pushing into her, he skillfully played the game of pleasure building.

The kissing and fondling went on for some time, until Rachel shivered with a small orgasm. Then he broke away from her lips, "You smell invigorating." he said. As the teenage girl was trying to remember what the hell invigorating meant, her mind more interested in the tingling warmth in her tummy, the vampire pushed her down onto the bed and slowly knelt between her legs.

He pushed her slender legs open and gazed at her youthful pussy, before moving in to lick. The first taste was always the best; it was true of almost everything in life, wine, women and blood. He kissed her pussy lips, then slid his tongue deep into her, pushing and forcing it as far as it would go. The shock of this very direct French kiss to her cunt made Rachel lose her breath for a moment.

For the next few minutes he licked his new lover in a more normal manner. Stopping just short of causing the girl to cum again; he got Rachel close to the edge twice before asking her "Do you fear a good fucking?"

"I want you. I need you in me." She gasped "Stop teasing me and fuck me."

With a smile the shadow prince stood up; the bed was just the perfect height. His huge cock was in line with her wet willing cunt. Grasping her young hips, he pulled her towards himself. At the same time he aimed and thrust forward, causing a combined impact that drove the first half of his cock into the surprised girl with one sudden grunt.

Rachel gasped loud and dug her fingernails into her palms to keep from screaming. The vampire didn't let her catch her breath, he started fucking her immediately. Several small strokes to enjoy the feel of her stretched around his cock, then a hard thrust to drive more of it into her warm wet cunt. Over and over, as the girl gasped louder and louder.

It was painful but she enjoyed it. Being fucked like this was different that the way her father had done it to her, although she had no idea why. Soon Rachel was cuming. She pinched her own nipples and enjoyed the waves of fire. Gasping and moaning, but still she held back any screams.

"Now I think you are properly warmed up." her lover said as he reached down to her. She thought he was going to hug her, maybe climb on top of her. But no, he pulled her up towards himself. By reflex she wrapped her legs around him. "Good girl" he said as he stepped away from the bed. Rachel now found herself hanging from his strong body, his cock deeply driven up into her still twitching cunt.

"Look into my eyes." he commanded as his hands took a good hold of her ass. She looked and was lost in their deep darkness. The shadow prince started bouncing her, determined to make her scream before he exploded inside her, before he sank his teeth into her neck. He would fuck her long and hard, playing her game, testing the limits.

Rachel didn't know why she held back her screams. They were partly born from pleasure but increasingly from pain, as he lifted her up his rock hard shaft, then slammed her body back down. She clawed at his back, knowing he could take it, expecting he may even like it. As she bounced she babbled he deepest thoughts; "You're a pervert, a preteen fucking pervert, you made a child into a vampire and she is a sexy little slut, Im a pervert too, cause I did it with her, I liked fucking your daughter, ohh I liked eating her bald little pussy." Rachel shivered as another orgasm gripped her. Then she continued; "You're a mother fucker as well as a pervert, you fucked my mother, did you fuck her this way? Did you think about fucking me, when I was a kid and your cock was in my mom?"

"Yes." He answered, still looking deep into the girl's eyes. The answer startled Rachel, she had not been expecting him to really answer what she was babbling about. With a nice hard thrust he drove the head of his cock into her young womb, then held her still. Rachel screamed as she felt the throbbing head of his cock so very deep inside her.

"One night when you were small, you climbed in bed with your mother. She was sitting on me, my cock inside her, just as it is now inside you. I told her, Im going to fuck your daughter. She said, yes please I want you too, but not yet. Because you mother was a good woman, I respected her wish." He explained in slow measured words as he slowly pushed one finger up Rachel's ass hole. "I wish your mother had lived so she could see you now."

She couldn't resist moving her hips, fucking him, her lust mixed with anger. Her mother had always seemed so good and pure, never perverted. But somehow she knew that he spoke the truth. Mom would have been happy to see her now. She was impaled on a vampire's cock, not as an innocent victim, but as a hungry lover.

Although it was painful Rachel drove herself to another orgasm. Her scream was silent at first as her body shivered with the pleasure. Then she felt the hot breath on her shoulder a second before the bite. Her scream now found voice. The vampire lord's fangs sank in deep and his hips moved in small quick jerks. He kept his promises; he exploded cum into her young womb, joining her in an orgasm, as he sucked the blood from her tender warm neck.