A Sealed Fate (Watty's 2017)

5.

Tricia awoke with a start, it was Saturday. She made her way to breakfast where she found Katie and sat beside her. A teacher walked down the isles handing a piece of paper to a few girls. She stopped by Katie and Tricia. "Seems you two have been specially requested today to help clean Valentine castle." The teacher spoke and Tricia nodded her head.

Breakfast went by quickly, and roughly eight girls rode in the limo up to the castle. "First real day at the school and you get selected. You must be unlucky" Katie joked, Tricia shrugged. "What's so unlucky about it?" She'd ask and Katie seemed shocked almost. "Oh, I didn't mean anything bad by it. I just.... I meant that usually new students don't have to clean Valentine castle." She stuttered and apologized profusely to Tricia about her remark. Tricia laughed and shrugged it off.

The castle was much bigger than what it looked like from the academy. The girls hurried inside and got their cleaning assignments. Tricia got sent to the master suite. Prompting many of the girls to gasp. Nobody was ever allowed in the master suite. "Unlucky is right... Last girl who got that room never was seen again." Natasha, a girl two grades older, scoffed about it. Tricia tensed up, being lead away by the butler to the master suite.

She opened the door and quietly slipped in, as though her presence would make the place combust into flames. The room smelled like lavender and vanilla. And it was mostly clean. She noticed the bed needed made up. And a few cobwebs needed dusting.

Her eyes caught the back of a person at the window and she jumped in surprise. "Oh I'm so sorry to intru..." She was cut off by him turning around. His blue eyes caught hers and his lips seemed to pull into a smile. She noticed his nose wasn't small but it wasn't overly big. His lips were pouty and soft looking. His hair was black and partially framed his face.

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes trailed down. She could see what looked like a tattoo on his chest. And how sculpted his muscles looked under the shirt he wore. "Are you going to clean, or are you going to drool?" He'd speak, his voice was soft but cold. She couldn't even udder the words she needed to answer him so she simply started to get the bed fixed up.

He stood at the window, watching her every move. She was the spitting image of his love. Tricia bumped a picture frame and scrambled to retrieve it. She stood frozen, her eyes glued to the painting. It was of him and her. Standing side by side. She realized quickly that the girl in the painting was in fact not her. As the girls hair was a bright blond. And Tricia's hair was a dark auburn red/brown.

She replaced the painting where it was and when she turned, he stood over her. His eyes shadowed as he seemed to glared down at her. "I'm .. I.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bump into it." The stammered causing his lips to curl into a smile. Every instinct inside her screamed to find an escape. But she stood petrified into place.

It looked as though he was thinking of something. He finally backed up "get out." He ordered her. She didn't hesitate to make her escape. Running down the hall to try and find one of her class mates.

Vladimir stood in his room at the window again. Staring out at the garden. He licked his fangs looking at a couple of the girls working in the gardens. The butler entered the room and had a girl with him. "As per requested..." He pushed the girl to the bed. Leaving her there. "Name?" Was all he said as the girl looked stunned at his abs. "J...Jamie." She finally stuttered and within a blink she was on the bed, on her back. With him above her.

She was scared, she had heard the stories of girls going missing. Everything in her screamed to try and escape. But he hand her hands pinned and his hips between her legs gave her no leverage to try and escape. One hand pinned her arms above her head as the other carefully exposed her breast to him. Before she could scream he covered her mouth with his hand "now now, screaming would be very naughty. I suggest you behave and keep quiet" he growled the last part, tying her hands and ripping her shirt and bra off. He continued to play with her breast.

He could feel her heart start to race, but he needed it faster. Sitting up and pushing her skirt up he ripped her white panties off and began touching her womanhood. She grew wet, needy. A soft moan of ecstasy escaped her lips. And her heart pounded faster than before.

His fingers pushed into her causing her to almost scream. So he stopped causing her to whimper. He pulled her panties off and stuffed them into her mouth. Pulling off a sock from her left foot after removing her shoe. He tied the panties in place. "Now if you scream they won't hear you." He growled and continued the pleasurable torture on the girl. She did scream in ecstasy.

Just as she neared her climax however he stopped and in one swift motion bit down into her neck. Draining her dry of her blood. However her blood dripped onto his bed when he finally pulled back he gasped for air and let out a deadly growl. The girl was definitely dead.

He grinned and wiped the blood from his face. Her eyes were wide with a lifeless terror, he laughed almost and climbed off the bed. A knock came to the door as the butler entered. "Shall I make the call, sir?" Vladimir looked up. His blue eyes, red from the blood intake.

The butler nodded at the silent command and went to the phone to make the call.