New Territory for the Vampire

The customs doors trundled open, and a barrage of noise hit him in the face. With his acute hearing, his senses were doing overtime and a pain started to grow in the back of his head. He pushed his trolley with his classic leather luggage down the ramp into the arrival hall. A barrier separated him from hundreds of expectant family, friends and lovers all waiting for the customs doors to trundle back to reveal those one or two special passengers that they were anxiously waiting for.

He wanted to get out of the terminal and into a taxi as quickly as possible.

As he cleared the end of the barriers he was surprised to see a young women holding up a placard with Strezlecki written on it. He pushed his trolley toward her. Her eyes were scanning the passengers backwards and forwards. As he approached, her head turned and her eyes focused on him.

"Strezlecki" she asked?

"Yes I'm Baron Strezlecki" he replied.

She reached out to shake his hand.

"Hi I'm Sonia Oppenheimer, Mr Beckmans Associate from Knox Brett Dunn & Fothingale, your accountants."

"He sends his apologise but there was an urgent meeting he had to attend to, with one of our other clients."

The baron clicked his heals together and bowed slightly and kissed her outstretched hand.

"Thankyou for coming to get me, I was not expecting anybody to meet me" he said casting his gaze over the young woman "and your Mr Beckmans associate are you"?

"Yes", she smiled, pleased that she had found this key client in this sea of people. Beckman had told her to be sure that she met this flight from Frankfurt, as Baron Strezlecki, promised to be one of the firm's biggest clients. It had only been at the very last moment, late last night that Beckman had called her at home and requested that she meet the Baron and that a limousine would pick her up at 5.30am.

"We have a car waiting outside for you Baron, If you'd liked to follow me this way" as she raised her arm to indicate the direction they should go. A driver in a chauffers uniform and cap quickly fell into line and picked up the baron's cases.

"So tell me Sonia surely you cannot be an accountant, you should be a model one so young and beautiful as you."

She blushed in surprise at the mans chivalry, before her feminist side rose to the surface.

"Thankyou Baron, but actually I'm a fully qualified CPA, with a master's degree in taxation, and finance".

"Really" he feigned surprise, having reviewed the CV's of all the people in the firm.

Sonia felt a strange tingling feeling spreading up her right arm from the spot where the baron had kissed her hand. She noted the feeling but didn't know its cause.

"We have a car waiting to take you to your new estate, we also have a number of papers for your review and signature, but lets do it in the car. This way baron," and she indicated a right hand turn down another airport finger.

After several minutes of walking, down several airport fingers, they emerged out into the cold where a black stretch limousine with darkened windows waited. The dawn was still pale in the half-light, and grey clouds scudded across the sky. Light rain was drizzling and misting in under the porte couche. Even at this hour, the placed bustled with people. Taxis lined up in long rows. People waiting for friends and relatives. Cars with passengers newly on board accelerated away. Taxis blared their horns.

The chauffer reached forward and opened the door. The baron motioned for her to proceed him, and she stooped her head and stepped into the car with the baron in close pursuit. He sniffed her scent as she turned and sat in a seat facing backwards while the baron twisted himself into one of the two main seats. His dark business suit looked as if it had just come from the cleaners and had not just been worn on a trans arctic flight. The door slammed and the roar of noise was silenced to a dull rumble.

"You don't like this time of the morning do you Miss Oppenheimer?" Said the baron.

"Why does it show?" she said surprised.

"You just don't look like somebody who enjoys the early morning light." Baron said

"I was more worried about sleeping through the alarm and missing the limo," she said. "Sorry, Ive always been a bit of a night person anyway".

"That's all right, ill keep it in mind, and make sure that I never get you up again at this hour," said the baron smiling. The limousine moved off into the traffic, and he gazed across at the young woman opposite. She had an attractive face and head, reasonable bone structure, nothing really out of proportion to anything else, an attractive young woman. He admired her youthful beauty and feminity.

She wore a smart woollen business suit in a dark grey pinstripe with skirt and coat, under which she wore a white silk blouse with high neck. Around her neck she had a conservative string of pearls which were matched with tasteful pearl earings. Sheer black stockings, and low comfortable but fashionable business shoes highlighted her legs. She looked the consummate young businesswoman.

"You must be tired after you long flight," said Sonia. "Yes", he said flicking his eyes from the new outside world to the young women. Again he returned his gaze to the new outside world which flashed past his window. Already it was so different from the world he had left. The droplets of water trailed back across the windowpane, chasing each one horizontally, until with each set of lights, they turned circle and dribbled downward again.

"What was the food like?" she asked trying to make conversation.

He turned his head to look at the young women, "It's one of the joys of flying business class, the airline usually supplies something to ones taste". And the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a half-hearted attempt at his private little joke.

"Is this you first time in this country, Baron" she probed.

"Yes I've never been here before, and I'm really looking forward to living here. But I'm afraid I know almost nobody."

Sonia went to say something and then stopped.

The baron suddenly felt tired, as a beam of sunshine momentarily broke through the overcast. In the back of the limousine, he let his head fall backward against the headrest and he closed his eyes. He had so much to do. It was now 137 years since he had been forced to travel into a new territory and start all over again.

He had lived happily and practically undisturbed in his castle for all of that time. Then only 4 months ago his secret dark world had been exposed and destroyed. Although he had denied all claims, the local people had risen up in a middle ages type revolution to rid the baron from their land.

A young man who had become besotted with one of his mistresses, had entered his castle, to find her. He found much more then he expected. Sneaking into the baron's underground bedroom he had found her lying naked on her back. The baron was lying between her legs; his fangs buried deep into her shaved pubic mound. The baron was drinking deeply from his mistress while flicking her clitoris constantly with his tongue. She held the baron's head in her hands and pulled it into her pussy as she wrapped her legs around his back.

Her body writhed on the bed as she buried her own tongue, deep in a shaved pussy, that had been strategically lowered over her mouth. He couldn't help but notice the other woman's pubic mound also had a set of fang puncture marks. The holes continued to ooze blood which trailed across her pubic mound and down into his lovers mouth. Both women were in a state of sexual nirvana, oblivious to anything around them, apart from the sexual excitement that their baron gave them. Neither of them noticed the young mans face near the door.

The young man mesmerised by the carnal lust before him dallied too long in the baron's chamber. The baron sensed his presence, spun and chased him. The baron had then decided that nobody would believe the young man and had decided to let him go. It had been the worst mistake he had made in a long time. The young man had reported this back to the town's people, and with their small town mentality they had become agitated. "Why does a nobleman live in a castle with a dozen young women," they asked. Rumours abounded of satanic worship, of sacrifice, witchcraft, and evil. The baron knew this to be untrue. He was not evil, and did not worship any evil gods. He was humanoid, but very different then the normal human. His mistresses had been lovers and had nourished him for over 100 years. Over that time only 3 had ever decided to leave him.

To try to defray the situation, he had been forced to release his mistresses one by one. All 14 of them had pleaded with him to stay. Nothing he did would appease the town's people and he knew that he would have to flee his family's castle. It would have been impossible for him to venture out into the countryside and take another young maiden. Through out the region all doors and windows had been locked and young women watched through the hours of darkness.

Two weeks ago he had been forced to abandoned two of his final three lovers. Although he had loved both of them he knew that neither could have survived the transition to a full vampire. He knew that he could not have brought them out of their native land, and so had decided to release his beloved mistresses to their own country. Even though they were between 75 - 95 human years old neither of them looked any older then 25. His dearest mistress had been sent on ahead to his new home in America. At least he would have one mistress in this new land.

After one final night of lust and feasting on his two remaining mistresses, he fled west across Europe before his own starvation would have compelled him to suck them dry of their blood. Now with all of his mistresses living there lives elsewhere, there were no dead bodies, no trail. He had just disappeared and would now resurface elsewhere, to start again.

He knew that one by one the mistresses spread out through the land and resumed normal lives. Their minds erased of their sexual enslavement to a vampire. It was for the best. Most of them would not have been able to deal with the psychological turmoil that such knowledge brought to a human mind.

He had ensured that they all had identity papers and histories, they all had there own houses, and significant Swiss bank accounts left to them in a will by an ancient distant relative. They had not lost there lives, but gained an extra 50 - 100 years of life and would now be well looked after in there retirement.

He now had to move quickly to find himself new lovers for his insatiable thirst and lust. His new mansion on the outskirts of the city would provide the haven that he would need. Over the last few months as his European situation had deteriorated he had sought out and acquired a 25-bedroom mansion on the out skirts of the city. With his significant assets he had been a perfect choice for business immigration to the US. Only last week the renovators had finished significant alterations to the house, to accommodate his unusual lifestyle.

He had also installed significant security to the premises, including 3 metre high chain wire fences, security cameras and sensors, together with armed guards to the perimeter of the compound. Yes the US was a place that understood, security, and privacy, as long as you weren't in the media.

Sonia knew to keep quite, and alternated her gaze from the throng of people outside on the pavement to her new client inside. Although he was probably only fortyish, he had a strong and sexy air about him. A distinguished look with dark hair, greying slightly at the side burns, clean shaven with a strong jaw line. He had almost an aristocratic bone structure and she hadn't missed his piercing blue eyes. Yes he really was quite a dish, she thought to herself.

The baron's subconscious mind picked up her brain waves, and tuned in to her thought patterns. His eyes snapped open, and caught her staring at his face. A slight smile crossed her lips as she quickly turned her head to look outside.

Yes Miss Oppenheimer, I think you will be high on my list to be seduced, thought the baron.

"You have the file on the new housekeeper Miss Oppenheimer?" asked the baron.

"Yes" said Sonia reaching into her brief case.

He opened the file to see a picture of a pretty young woman aged in her mid twenties.

"Mr Beckman was a bit surprised that you chose Veronique Chamois," said Sonia. "There were a number of other candidates that had far more experience."

"No its alright, I have become aware of her talents through my travels." said the baron. "you had no trouble obtaining a green card for her did you?"

"No we explained that she was personally chosen because of her specialist housekeeping skills. Baron there are a number of other papers that we need your signature on" said Sonia

"Yes, yes I'm afraid Id like to rest now. Could you please bring them to me tomorrow night, why not come and have dinner" asked the baron

"Yes id like that, " said Sonia trying hard not to sound too interested.

The rest of the trip passed with out incident. The baron, telling Sonia a little about his family history in Europe. After another 40 minutes the limousine pulled up to the gates of a huge estate. Huge steel gates and an armed security gate barred their way. The driver's electric window werred down and the driver spoke briefly to the guard. The guard glanced towards the rear of the vehicle but could not see past the one way darkened glass.

The armed guard stepped inside his guard house, and pushed a button. After a few seconds, the double gates started to trundle back, and the limousine accelerated up the paved driveway. The driveway was lined with conifers, and a mixture of mist and low cloud obscured vision in most directions. After 200 metres they emerged into a huge grassed square, flanked on three sides by conifers and woods and on the third by a huge house.

The house was huge, built in the English manor house tradition. The walls were built out of granite blocks topped with a variety of balustrade's, battlements, spires, and griffins. The windows were also huge, some 10 feet high although as they approached the house it could be seen that they were all covered over with curtains. It had been built at the turn of the century by a steel baron who had subsequently lost it in the 1929 stock market crash.

As they pulled up in front of the huge oak entrance door it opened and the new housekeeper Veronique Chamois emerged. The limousine slowed to a halt and the driver emerged quickly to open the door. Veronique Chamois moved forward with an umbrella, to shield the occupants from the rain which had now started to beat down more steadily.

The baron once again motioned for Sonia to proceed out of the door first, and again he sniffed the air to smell her scent. He would enjoy her shortly.

"Baron I believe you have met Veronique Chamois, Veronique this is Baron Strezlecki." said Sonia.

"Yes we have met" smiled the baron.

"Yes Hallo Baron" said Veronique "Quick lets get inside before we all get soaked."

Veronique was very attractive for a house keeper and had the looks and figure of a fashion model. With 39DD breasts, a narrow 25 waist, and 35 inch hips, she had a drop dead look about her. She had long straight black hair which cascaded down to her waist. Her face was fine with a small nose, green eyes, and pencil thin dark eyebrows. Full and luscious lips were highlighted by a deep red lipstick.

They crouched and together ran up the steps into the entry foyer.

"Welcome to your new home Baron"' said Veronique as she turned to shake the umbrella under the foyer roof, before placing it in a corner.

The baron stared up at the 40 foot ceiling, the circular timber staircase to the first floor, and the wood panelled walls. In a moment his eyes were everywhere reliving the 3d impression that he had viewed using CAD and the video that had also been sent to him in Europe.

"Yes,........ This will do nicely" said the baron. He sent an instantaneous mental message to Sonia.

"Well I'm sure your tired Baron, so I wont stay but ill call back tomorrow night with those papers for your signature," said Sonia

"Yes thankyou for coming out to the airport, I'm sure Miss Chamois can look after me now," the baron said. " Ill look forward to seeing you tomorrow night, goodbye".

"Yes dinner would be nice, what time about 7.00pm," said Sonia as they walked towards the door, their footsteps echoing on the marble flooring.

"Yes 7.00pm" said Veronique,

The baron turned and faced Sonia reaching for her hand as he did so. He bowed, clicked his heels together in Prussian style and kissed her hand.

"Thankyou Miss Oppenheimer, Till tomorrow night then.". She smiled and again felt a tingle from her kissed hand. For some reason she felt suddenly very attracted to this man.

At the door Veronique handed Sonia the umbrella. Veronique opened the door, and in a moment Sonia was gone.

Veronique closed the thick oak door and locked it, she turned and approached the baron with the look of a long time lover.

"My lord I have missed you so much", she said, as she slipped from her simple dress, to reveal her body seductively dressed in a black lace stockings, garter belt, panties, and sheer bra. She stepped up to him, to kiss him on the lips, her hands reaching around his back to pull his body into hers.

He returned his lovers kiss, his tongue pushing forward through willingly receding lips. His hands reached around behind her back and into her sheer lace panties, to firmly hold her buttocks as he ground his own groin into hers. She broke away.

"This way my lord, I have everything ready," she reached to feel his hand join hers and they walked across the foyer to a door partly obscured by the staircase.

She held her thumb up to a security scanner, and the door slide open. They stepped through and continued down a series of stone steps, in a circular turret before it opened into a huge underground chamber. The chamber was mainly dark, but a little light shone on a huge Victorian four poster king size bed in the middle of the room.

The sheets were white and pulled back in readiness for his arrival. Veronique led him to the bed.

The baron stopped for a moment to look around the room.

Veronique slipped quietly back onto the bed and then pushed herself backwards across it to lie with her black stocking clad legs wide open to give her lover easy access to her body.

"Veronique, my darling, you have done well." He said as his eyes were drawn back to the inviting sight before him. "Oh my darling I have missed you".

"Master, you must be hungry" she said and rolled her head to the side to expose her throat.

His clothes suddenly disappeared, to expose a body that was strong, muscular and firm.

He stepped up onto the bed, and crawled up between her legs and over her body.

For a moment he sat up on his haunches, his cock growing hard and solid. He looked down at his mistress with love in his heart. She had been outside his control for several months now, but within seconds of his arrival, here she was offering up her body to him. To give her whole body, her life, for his, a love that was eternal.

Already he could smell her juices starting to seep from her vagina and run down her crack and across her anus. The sheer black material of her panties hid her wetness from his view. He reached down and ran his hands up her stocking legs enjoying the feel of the silk under his hands. This was what he loved all of his mistresses to wear, but there was something about the way that Veronique had always worn her lingerie.

His right hand moved forward across her thigh and then back down across her pubic mound. He could feel that she had fully shaved, and that her pubic mound was smooth through the material. His cock strained harder with the wanton lust that Veronique now offered before him . He turned his hand round and reached between her legs and pushed his finger into her panty covered slit just where her arse was. He slowly drew his finger up along her slit. The material did not spring back but remained wedged in her slit, wet, and soaked.

"You have missed me my darling!" he whispered

She closed her eyes, smiled and raised her hands to her bra straps and pulled them down to release her breasts. They sprang forward, hard and firm. To his trained eye he could still see the puncture marks, where he had regularly fed from her.

He leaned forward on his left arm and rubbed his right hand up across her stomach, to her lace covered breasts. Her nipples had quickly hardened, and he allowed his fingers to bounce over her right nipple one finger at a time. He then lightly squeezed first her right breast and then her left breast.

His fingers reached up for her chin and slowly turned it towards his face. He leaned forward, and allowed his body to be supported by her body. He lightly kissed her lips, then licked her right cheek.

His fangs slid forward. He again kissed her mouth, her tongue venturing out to find his fangs exposed and ready. She dragged her tongue across his fangs, a small cut opening and several droplets of blood began to mix with their tongues. She shivered lightly and wrapped her legs around his body, and pulled his body into her groin. His cock was already rubbing against her slit and he could feel her juices, starting to poor through the thin material.

She turned her head to the right and raised her head to give her lover easy access to her neck. His lips lightly kissed there way across her cheek, to where her jugular, lay pumping. He kissed her neck, licking it, savouring the slightly salty taste of her skin.

He opened his mouth, and brought his fangs down to her skin. For a moment he hesitated, but Veronique didn't want hesitation and pushed her neck back against his fangs, his fangs pricking the skin until her hand raised up to his head and pushed his fangs into her neck. She groaned with relief as her blood flooded the barons mouth. Warm life giving blood, his lovers blood, that she was so desperate for him to drink.

A sigh emerged from her mouth and her hand reached down between her legs to grab his erect cock and rub it against her silk covered clit. He drank gradually, savouring the taste of his most precious lover. Mouthful after mouthful he sucked from her neck and her body. He could feel her orgasms coursing through her body.

His lips, tongue and mouth continued, to suck her life giving blood from her neck, when with a final lunge and cry, Veronique passed out from orgasm and lose of blood. He withdrew his fangs and lightly kissed the puncture marks which closed the wounds.

He turned Veronique's head to his mouth. He kissed her lightly on the lips, her own blood smearing with her lipstick. Her blood seeped through her lips and her tongue tasted the sweet sickly taste. Veronique eyes opened momentarily and she smiled weekly. She had once again satisfied her masters hunger. Her head fell back and she slept her body warmed by her masters body.