20 - Pale
by SilkyNoire
They had bound Sariel, gagged her, and stuffed her in a burlap sack, then carried her off to this dilapidated castle.
"Umm... no." She replied, hesitantly.
The vampire smiled, baring his elongated canines. "Ah, good!"
He motioned to an empty seat at the head of the dining table, which had a variety of foods set before it. Sariel sat down, following the implied instructions.
"You know," the vampire began. "It has been quite some time since I have entertained living guests at my castle."
He paused for effect, turning to face her.
"And none quite so beautiful as you." He concluded, a hint of lust in his eyes. It was a look she was familiar with.
She managed a meek smile. "Why, um, thank you."
The vampire stalked about the table, stood right behind her, and put his hand on her shoulder. "I can feel your fear, you know." He said, scowling before he brightened his expression. "But there is nothing to fear here! I would not dream of harming you!"
The words gave her some measure of relief, and she began figuring out how she wanted to play this situation.
She craned her neck back, looking up at him behind her. He was smiling. "For what reason did you require my presence here?" She asked, trying to sound formal.
He walked around, sitting opposite her at the other end of the table. His voice carried the distance with clarity. "I could not bear to have that foul werewolf have his way with you!" He growled, the disgust clear in his voice.
Sariel didn't outwardly complain at his assuming her lack of agency, and let him continue.
"After all, I must not allow any harm to befall my bride to be!"
Wait, what?
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