Alana awoke with an unfamiliar thirst. She sat up in an ornate wooden coffin pushing open the lid. Climbing out onto the cool stone floor she saw no windows in the chamber. No light illuminated the room but her eyes saw clearly in the darkness. Her mind struggled to remember what happened at the end of the fight. Looking down to see that she no longer wore her armor. Instead a white bridal gown hugged her curves.
Elliott’s voice called to Alana, “I see that you are an early riser such is youth. I recall my turning well even with the passing centuries. I respect your battle prowess so I have taken you as my bride. You are now bound to me. I can do with you as I see fit. You will aid me in undoing your order.” Elliott smiled at Alana knowing the power he now held over her.
“I will not serve you monster. Even if I am a vampire I will destroy you!” Alana yelled lunging at Elliott. Her new fangs elongated with her anger. Her strike stopped short of contact. Struggling with her entire will she couldn’t bring herself to hit him.
Watching Alana struggling Elliott laughingly said, “Perhaps I should explain your situation a bit more clearly. You cannot willfully hurt me and you are mine to command. When I give a command you are compelled to obey. The thirst that you feel is for blood. As I said I remember my turning and the thirst of first awakening. Come I have some bottled that you may partake of. Soon I will have you retrieve your own from a suitable victim.”
