Meet Julian:
And Jennifer:
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CHAPTER 1: STARTING ALL OVER AGAIN
“May I be of service, Master?” The dull-minded mortal asked of Julian. Another slave, another disappointment.
Thousands of years of power and influence and this is where his path had led him, to hiding away from the world in a dark old house while he enslaved the minds of humans? The handsome, muscular, dark-haired creature no longer knew why he bothered, why he continued to seduce the mortals into his service. One bite and his venom would infect their frail little minds, inducing a state of forced obedience to the vampire’s every command.
For centuries he’d enjoyed the power he held over the primitive creatures, even long after they rebelled against his kind and took the Earth for themselves... but the practice of binding them, silencing them, blinding them and pleasuring them to gain pleasure himself, had become so exceedingly dull.
“Master?” His blonde-haired pet asked once more. Sat alone in his large red cushioned-chair by the fireplace. Julian sighed heavily and stood up, both admiring and reviling the primitive girl. He’d bound her, naked with her hair down and plenty of makeup applied, in enough rope to restrain a charging bull. Her beautiful cheeks were marred with indents on her skin from hours of wearing that thick rubber ball gag he’d bought specifically to fit her mouth. Her small perky breasts jutting out for him to caress as he pleased. But there would be no pleasure in it for him, no excitement, because he knew well that she would feel nothing but what he told her to feel.
“Ah, you bore me, slave...” he growled in his deep, husky English accent.
Julian turned his pretty, petite captive around, and letting his canines grow and sharpen into needle-like fangs, his eyes glowed a bloody red as he sank the teeth into the young brunettes neck, time to undo what he’d done to her in the first place...
Julian’s mind sought his venom inside the girl’s bloodstream, isolating it, gathering it back to its source, as he felt he’d located all that was in her blood, he began to suck through his fangs. The girl did not react, even when expelled, the effects of Mind-Cager venom such as his own always lingered for at least a few hours.
The bound, naked, literally helpless young beauty did not flinch or react when Julian retracted his blade-like teeth back into human form, releasing himself from her neck, the scant few drops of her now-untainted blood dripping down her collarbone not fazing her.
“These are my final instructions to you my slave...” Julian began, wiping her blood from his lips and tasting it. “You will run out into the night, and you will keep running until you fall asleep. When you awaken, all memory of our time together shall be gone from your mind.”
“Yes Master.” The girl answered immediately without a shred of emotion.
“Now go! Leave me be...” Julian sat back in his chair, staring into the flames as the latest of his discarded mortal playthings ran out of his sitting room, out the front doors of his mansion, through the open front gate and out into the vast green fields shrouded in the mist of the night.
The vampire contemplated times past when he had no need to even cage a human’s mind. They were obedient to his kind from the moment the first of them drew breath. Back then he had the choice of all the finest stock with whom he could fulfil his desires... but then some fool decided to grant his mortal slaves freedom, and how did they show their gratitude? By wiping out the creatures of the night until the vampire race was nearly extinct.
Julian existed now only as a legend, a story human mothers told their children to scare them to sleep. He had not even seen or heard of another of his species in a thousand years.
As a member of the Mind-Cager strain, enslaving humans as his pets seemed to be the only thing left that gave Julian’s long life any meaning, and even that could no longer fill the void inside him. But he continued... because it was all he knew to do.
Tomorrow he would search anew for another victim, holding out hope that whomever he found would be the one to bring purpose back into his very, very long life.
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GAGN BREAKING NEWS!
“Ellen Lindsay, aged 21, who was first reported missing almost a year ago by her family, has been found safe and alive by authorities late last night. Miss Lindsay was found asleep, naked and tied up heavily with rope behind a gas station on I-95 with no recollection of her time in captivity, how she was abducted or even how she was able to escape...”
The staff of Keller Architecture & Design swarmed around the tv, all perturbed by the mysterious case of Ellen Lindsay.
Except for Jennifer Pope, who was far too busy finalising the blueprints for her latest remodelling scheme of an old Dutch-style mansion in upstate New York. Noticing the commotion outside her office the beautiful Assistant Chief Architect got up from her desk and clapped her hands. “Alright everybody back to work please? We’ve got a busy week ahead of us!”
All of her subordinates soon got back to their desks, maybe not all of them liked Jennifer as a person, but as an architect and manager she was among the best new players on the scene. After completing her five-year degree at Harvard, she’d gotten an internship with Keller A&D and worked ferociously over the next three years to get to where she was now. Having grown up in a tiny apartment with ten other people as a child, Jennifer had always wanted to build, but her real goal had always been to build first a better home, then a better world for her family to live in. It was a silly dream, perhaps, but a dream worth pursuing in her eyes.
Just as the ebony beauty sat back down at her desk, her phone began to ring, the blinking light indicating it was her assistant, Holly. Straightening the pens on her desk so they were parallel with the edge of the table, she waited her usual four rings before answering.
“Yes Holly?” Jennifer spoke quickly as time was money and she had a lot to do.
“I have a caller on line two Miss Pope, it’s a potential client from the local area, a Mr. Julian... Hayman? No, sorry, ‘Hee-man’ spelled Haemon.” Holly struggled with the name. “Mr. Haemon”
“You think he’s worth our time?” Jennifer tried to hurry her assistant along.
“He said it was about restoring his family estate, and from the sound of it his family is reeeeaally old. So I’d say so.”
Well that certainly piqued Jennifer’s interest.
“Okay then, put him through.” Jennifer conceded, this client had better be all Holly had cracked him up to be.
“Hello?” A deep, husky, rather wearied male voice answered after two rings of the phone. Jennifer still mentally counted out the last two rings before replying.
The long-raven-haired 26-year-olds demeanour immediately changed from uptight and stressed, to bright and chipper:
“Hello Mr. Haemon, I’m Jennifer Pope, Assistant Chief Architect here at Keller Architecture & Design...!”
Her official work training said she could use acronyms over the phone, but Jennifer always said the full words in every acronym, she had to or she’d explode...
“Ah Miss Pope...” the husky, admittedly rather attractive voice piped up. “I was wondering if you could help me with something...”
TO BE CONTINUED
Julian got what he deserved - he paid for his arrogance dearly!
