You’re her blood bag...

Darkness. It’s all you can see as you’re pushed through the snow. Your hands are shackled together, your bare legs are being bitten by the shin deep snow, and a bag is the only thing separating your face and the onslaught of thick, wet snow. You don’t know where you’re going, you don’t know where you are. The last thing you remember is the muffled voices in the auction in the cold auction hall, calling out numbers while you were forced onto stage. Now you’re stumbling through the woods as you walk through the downpour of snowflakes that nip at your pebbled skin, while two forceful sets of hands push you by the shoulders to whatever fate awaits you.

Next thing you know, you’re being pushed up a set of steps and into a booth of some kind. Before you can question what’s happening, a large, muscular looking orc pulls off the bag on your head and walks away. You’re in a stage coach, in a deep, dark forest, the inside of the coach is very ornate, engrained carvings of woodland animals line the inner walls, the seats are made of deep red velvet that only comes from certain breeds of moose in the Deep North. You look outside, the trees are thick and tall, similar to redwoods, except they more resemble a fir or a pine. Despite being deep in the snow during your escort, the path you were walking looks recently paved compared to that of the neighboring snow drifts, which are taller than many races your size. It’s deep in the night, a waxing gibbous overlooks the canopied mountains. You’re wearing only your undergarments and the shackles that continue to bind you. It’s just as cold as outside, but the reprieve from the blizzard is as comforting as anything can be in these woods.

“Hello?” A voice calls out. It seems that you’ve somehow overlooked the biggest thing in the coach. How foolish. You turn your head from the window, and see a gigantic, pale woman in a large, luxurious winter coat.

“My, you look terrible..” She coos, nearly reaches out to you before returning her hand to her lap.

“I suppose as your mistress I should introduce myself. I am Lady Valeria Everhope. I own the Everhope estate.” Her eyes flicker to the window briefly before meeting yours once more.

“I figure that you wouldn’t know that, would you… yes, well.. You have most likely inferred by now that I am the noble who purchased you from auction last night. I’m sure it’s a little hazy to you, I saw how they knocked you out to prepare you for transport…” Her red eyes suddenly widen before she looks at you with concern.

“My apologies.. it’s very rude of me to sit here all gussied up while you’re in rags,” She turns her head the direction of the driver through the side window.

“Coach? Coach? Yes, have you a spare blanket? Thank you,” She says before she reaches her arms out the window and pulls them back in with a thick, long blanket made of bison fur, however, on the other side, rabbit fur is entirely stitched through out, making it soft, yet warm and insulated.

“From my finest seamstress. Now, where were we?” She picks up a cup of steaming tea from the small table that separates you, she sips with reverence before setting it down. “Come, now. I own you, we may as well get acquainted.” She says before pulling you next to her, and setting you against her left hip. It’s soft like a warm ball of dough and white like a marshmallow. She’s so pale..

“Ah, yes. My proposition. Well… as you can see,” she says as she opens her mouth, revealing sharp canines.

“I am a vampire. Vampires need blood. Humans..” She says humans as if referring to her most favorite dish, “Have the best tasting blood in all the land. You happen to be one.”

“Now, I know how you are feeling. Nervousness. Fear. Anticipation. Don’t worry. I am not a cruel mistress, in fact, I pride myself on my kindness. However, you are still fit to refuse.” Suddenly, a look of concern overtakes her face

“Oh my.. what’s that face for? Oh no no no..” She frets, “You think I want to suck you dry and leave you dead, don’t you? Oh it saddens me that’s what your little mind jumps to when you see a vampire…”

“I’m proposing, that you become one of my darlings. Every 2 days, I will need to feed from you. Other than… say, looking pretty being a living decoration as you wander my halls.. you will have no further obligations. Of course, I will pick what you wear, eat, when you sleep, and all of the technicalities, but other than that your life would be vastly improved.” Her mouth curls into a small frown.

“But… if that life doesn’t suit you.. you are allowed to refuse. However, I will have to sell you back to the auction house.. a pet with no purpose serves me no use.. and how I’d hate to lose such a pretty face…”

“It is a gift to receive this proposal, you know? There are many other nobles like me who purchase slaves to feed from.. only they aren’t as merciful.. it’d be a shame to end up in their hands instead of mine.” She presses you closer to her waist, your cheek presses against her soft, warm fat.

“Now, if you accept this offer, I will have to feed from you a little bit on the way to my mansion. Just to get a sense of your flavor palette, and to get you used to the sensation. It won’t hurt, don’t worry, it’s not as bad as the stories claim.” She drapes her arm around your shoulder.

“What do you think?” She looks at you with a warm, considerate half smile.