“It was a dark and stormy night. The rain pelted the windshield like banshees on a mission from hell.”

“Will you please shut the fuck up? This would never had happened if you didn’t have to take the scenic, back road route to nowhere, you idiot!”

I looked into my wife’s contemptuous eyes and clicked off the headlights of the car. Then I made a face at her in the darkness, knowing she couldn’t see. I couldn’t recall the last time she had a sense of humor, if indeed she ever did.

“Well, my love,” I said, “I guess I’ll have to be your knight in shining armor and find us some gasoline.”

“Out here? Now?” she said. “Oh good fucking luck! I’ll just wait here and hope that the mutants don’t get me.”

I didn’t wait to argue with her, and got out of the car. I was drenched in seconds, and had to squint into the darkness just to see the foreboding, twisted, old trees beside the road. There wasn’t much chance to find petrol here. This part of the Ukraine had been deserted shortly after the Chernobyl incident of 1986. Although it was now safe for travel, few people had taken up residence here.

I had walked along the road for a few minutes, and noticed what must have once been a driveway, but it was now returning to nature with brush. “No life here,” I thought, and started to continue my hopeless walk. But, before I could pass the driveway, a strange thing happened. A gap in the rain formed beside me like a tunnel, and I could see all the way up the drive to an old mansion on a hilltop. It looked like the house from a second-rate horror movie with a first-rate set. There was a sudden flash of lightning and I was sure I saw a figure in one of the shuttered upper windows. A crack of thunder closed the gap with rain. I stood hoping for another glimpse of the house, just to be sure, but the blaring of the car horn snapped me back to reality. Maude was leaning on the horn steadily. Something was wrong! I started to run, but slipped on the wet road, and fell. The poor, uneven pavement cut my hand. When I reached the car, I found Maude safe, but angry as usual.

“Well how fucking long are you going to make me wait?” she snarled, not caring that my hand was bleeding.

“There’s a house,” I said. “And I think someone lives there.”

“Well, don’t just stand there bleeding,” snapped Maude. “Find my umbrella! It’s somewhere under the luggage in the trunk, or something. Oh, just go look for it!”

Soon we were standing in front of an old, scary-looking door. The veranda was in as poor shape as the yard. “No one’s been here in years,” I said. “I’m going to break a window.” I turned to find a tool.

“That won’t be necessary,” said a Voice in a delightful European accent. “Why don’t you both just come in through the front door?”

The Woman that greeted us looked awful. Her hair was blond, but stringy and matted. She had dark circles below Her lifeless, dim green eyes. Her skin was so pale that I thought She must have had radiation poisoning. She reminded me of a street junkie, but the way She moved around the room, lighting candles was well, hard to describe. It was like She floated, you know?

“This is no night for, how do you say it? Humans? My name is Nikandrea!” She said, rolling the ‘r’. “This is My home, My castle, My…” She paused. “My prison! But you must join Me as My guests tonight. We shall feast! We shall celebrate life! We shall celebrate freedom!”

Her back was toward me as She lit another candle. She breathed in deeply, as if smelling the air. “You’re bleeding,” She said, slowly turning around.

“Oh this?” I said. “It’s just a scratch. Nothing to worry about.”

“A wound is never nothing,” She said, taking my hand. My hand was cold from the rain, but Hers felt colder. She looked at the cut for a moment, and seemed to have to tear Her eyes away from it. When She met my gaze, I saw the fire of lust burning for a second in Her eyes, but then they returned to their dull, lifeless state. Still, it had been a very long time since I had seen love in Maude’s eyes, and for a moment, just a brief moment, I was sexually attracted to Nikandrea.

“I’ll go get our bags,” I said, and disappeared into the dark and stormy night to the car. When I returned, Maude was already getting acquainted with our hostess.

“… but are we in France?” she was saying. “Noooo! We’re lost in the backwoods of Russia somewhere without civilization, without people, without… oh. I’m sorry.” My wife had absolutely no tact.

I carried our bags up the long staircase to the room that Nikandrea had pointed. It was a beautiful room with a king-size bed, and somehow a fire was already roaring in the fireplace. When I returned downstairs, Maude was in full form.

“… not like promotions come around every day. But did he bitch like I told him to? Noooo! He said nothing! He said he likes his job. He said he likes his boss. He said… oh hello dear. I was just telling Nikandrea how much we love Her house.”

“You both must be weary from travel,” said Nikandrea. “Why don’t you take a bath while I cook some food? I’ll lay out robes for you to wear as well.”

Later, in the elegant satin, deep red robe Nikandrea had chosen for me, and the white one for my wife, we sat down at the table. Nikandrea served steaks. Nothing else. Just meat. It was too rare for my liking, but out of respect, I said nothing. Maude continued to bitch about the world as we ate. Our hostess, claiming to have eaten earlier, ate nothing.

Two or three times during the meal, I could have sworn Nikandrea spoke to me. But what I thought I’d heard couldn’t be right. Things like “you want Me desperately,” and “you will belong to Me.” You get the idea. Whenever I looked up, She was just sort of watching me, grinning a Mona Lisa grin.

Maude and I went to bed without speaking to each other. I fell asleep instantly. Then minutes, maybe hours later, I awoke to what I thought was someone calling my name. The house was very quiet. The pounding rain had stopped, and the room was bathed in the emerald green light of the full moon. Maude was sound asleep. I must have been dreaming.

Yet, I felt compelled to get up. I put on the rich, satin robe without a sound and tiptoed out into the hall, closing the heavy, ornate door silently behind me. I walked down the hall, passing a couple of doors, when a sudden chill hit me.

“Do you know what the trouble with the world is?” It was Nikandrea! She appeared out of nowhere, and was standing right in front of me. The shock of Her appearance instantly became a comfort, and my eyes betrayed the excitement I felt finally being alone with Her. She was wearing only a bra and panties, stockings and heels.

“Nikandrea!” I gasped; then giggled nervously. “No. What’s the world’s trouble?”

“All the truly submissive men end up marrying bitches. Like you, for instance, My darling, submissive little pet.” Her thick Russian accent added an elegance to Her voice. It was like being seduced by a Royal Princess.

“Submissive? Me?” I exclaimed. “I hardly think so. I’ll have You know that just last week…”

“You know nothing about dominance and submission, My sweet little knight in shining armor.” As She spoke, Her hand began to softly caress my head, stopping to cradle the base of my skull. It felt both as gentle as a kitten, and as powerful as a machine. “Some of the world’s strongest and most powerful men have been submissives. You are drawn to Me because I will it. It is natural for You to want to obey.”

“Look, Lady,” I said, feeling Her other hand slide up my arm to grip my shoulder. “I have no whips and chains fetish. This D and s thing doesn’t turn me on at all.”

She tilted my head with Her hand and began to softly kiss my neck up and down, from my ear to my shoulder. I sensed that if I had tried to break free, Her grip would have tightened like a vice. Besides, Her kisses felt good. When She whispered in my ear, my hands reached out to Her. Just the tips of my fingertips reached Her waist, then stopped.

“Forget what your society has told you about domination. It is about passion and pleasure. It is about power and desire.” She ran Her nose up my neck, breathing deeply. “Oh, it’s been so long. How I crave this! Now listen, slaveboy. Soon you will learn everything about your place in the world. Pre-conceived notions about domination have poisoned you, just as you have been poisoned by stories of…” and She stopped, looking at me squarely in the eye.

“Stories of vampires!”

She smiled broadly, revealing two long, white canines. The look of shock and fear on my face seemed to bring pleasure to Her, and She opened Her mouth wide. Her teeth were so long and so razor sharp that I couldn’t believe it. This was no plastic Halloween costume. This was pure, beautiful ivory, over an inch long each. She began to massage the back of one of Her fangs; rubbing it with the tip of Her tongue, wet with vampire spit. She was breathing hard; working Herself up in anticipation. I looked at Her eyes. They looked dead, and they were staring at the life within my neck!

I tried to back up quickly, but Her hand behind my head held me fast. Her grip was so gentle, yet I knew that with all my strength I couldn’t overpower Her grasp. She tilted my head to one side and opened Her mouth wide. As She moved closer, I closed my eyes tightly and held my breath, awaiting the bite. Instead, I felt only the tips of Her incisors softly scratch the length of my neck, then a slow, wet lick in the opposite direction.

Her sinister giggling made me open my eyes, and She was facing me again, showing off Her teeth. She was salivating so much I thought She would start drooling! She was toying with me; delighting in my helplessness. I was overcome with frustration and trembling with fear and excitement.

“Please,” I whispered desperately.

Now, “please”, when standing alone, can either mean, “please do it” or “please don’t”. But, either way, it means, “only You have the power to do what I hope.” To this day, I’m not sure what I really hoped, but this was the surrender She wanted to hear. Her smile broadened.

She tilted my head to the side again, and very, very slowly moved Her mouth to my neck. I couldn’t struggle. I couldn’t move. I could only stand and wait for the inevitable as Her cold breath drew closer. I felt the points of Her magnificent teeth touch the skin on my neck, then a sharp pain as they punctured and sunk down into me. My hands gripped the top of Her hips. A slight gasp escaped my lips.

I expected at any moment to feel Her sucking my blood and my life from me. Instead, I felt the sensation of Her teeth going deeper; all the way into my spine. Then the sensation moved up into my brain and scattered like a million needles of sharp pain.

“Can you feel Me inside you?” came a question in Her sexy, European voice. She couldn’t have asked it out loud. Her lips were pressed tightly against my neck. I was about to answer “yes” when I “heard” more.

“Good. Very good. You’re ready for your first lesson in domination.”

I suddenly felt a very warm and powerful love growing inside me. I felt more love for Nikandrea than anyone I’d ever loved before. She meant everything to me. It didn’t feel like a new love, but more like a very old one. She was lifting a veil inside my mind, and there was a world of beautiful love for Her inside. It felt as though I had been in love with Her forever, and now here was the bliss of finally being together. And She wanted my love. She was creating it in me. She was demanding it of me.

My hands reached around Her back and drew Her close to me. I needed Her, and wanted Her love in return. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and became aware that there was still a pair of very sharp Vampire fangs biting into me.

An awareness grew inside that this was a supernatural Goddess, and I was merely a man. She was a superior being without rival on this earth. My love and devotion to Her would have to be unconditional. Her feelings towards me were more like the caring for a small child, or, more accurately, a Mistress to Her devoted slave.

My adoration for Her became unconditional, unselfish, without jealousy, without distrust, without fear. My life belonged to Her, and I knew that if ever She wanted to claim it, I would die for Her without regret.

The pressure of Her mouth against my neck eased a little bit and I felt my blood flow into Her. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough. I had learned the lesson of love.

Her lips felt hot against my neck, and Her hands felt gentle and compelling. The situation became extremely arousing to me. I pushed my neck against Her mouth, and found the sharp pain to be a very sexually stimulating experience. I thought of Her body so close to me. She smelled good. She smelled horny. I wanted to kiss Her, to lick and suck Her neck, Her breasts, Her nipples, Her… Oh, Her pussy was so close. My hands moved down Her back and onto Her soft, sexy ass. I pulled Her hips toward me, and felt my throbbing cock escape from my robe and press against the silky hot center of Her panties. I rubbed myself ecstatically against Her panties, gripping Her ass harder and tighter. I was grinding myself into Her with the lust of an animal. I wanted to suck Her skin and rub Her curves. I wanted to taste Her mouth. I wanted to wrap my arms around Her legs and lick Her clit. I needed Her pussy. I needed to fuck Her desperately. My cock pounded with a pulse so powerful it seemed to have a heart of its own!

The desire to fuck this vampire overwhelmed me. I didn’t care if She tore my neck open; I had to get my cock inside Her. My hands tore at Her panties frantically.

A sharp pain suddenly shot from my neck down my spine, all the way to my heels. The pain exploded down my arms into my hands. I froze like a statue, my fingers still clutching the elastic of Her panties.

I felt a lust coming from Her that went far beyond sexual. It was a thirst for blood. My blood! Her desire was a hundred times greater than mine. It was more than desire; it was physical need. Every cell in Her body craved it and was begging Her to drink. She had been yearning for months, no, years, while Her body grew pale and cold.

And now, here She was, fighting this hunger. Her canines had punctured my jugular vein and my blood washed over the razor-sharp tips, tempting Her to suck and gorge Herself in pleasure and relief that my mortal mind could not begin to understand. I felt my pulse against Her mouth. My body was helplessly enticing Her to take me, yet She resisted. I was humbled by Her superior will. She was indeed a Goddess. In a sudden urge of weakness, I leaned my hard cock against Her once more. I could not resist.

Once again, the pressure of Her lips eased slightly against my neck, and my blood flowed into Her mouth. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough. I had learned the lesson of lust.

Then, as Her teeth once again plugged the two wounds in my neck, I felt Her story unfold in my mind. It wasn’t a story of words, but more like images and feelings, much like a very real dream.

The Russian occupation of the Ukraine was like paradise for a vampire. She had lived in this beautiful mansion with Her handsome servant, and no one suspected that a vampire lived amongst them. People mysteriously disappeared all over Russian controlled countries, and no one questioned when certain people vanished here. Nikandrea fed as often as She liked, and She liked to feed often. She had friends; She went to parties; She drank the blood of aristocrats!

Then, on April 22, 1986, a terrible thing happened at the nuclear power plant. Radiation spewed into the atmosphere, and many people were exposed. Nikandrea soon learned that their blood had become poisoned, that the deadly energy like that of the sun flowed through their veins. Some died off. Others moved away. Very soon there was no one at all. Even Her loyal servant died in Her arms, sadly unable to relieve Her suffering with his own tainted blood.

Nikandrea was trapped. She needed the sanctuary of Her coffin during the day, and couldn’t risk traveling alone. Exposure to sunlight was Her greatest vulnerability, and without a loyal servant to guard Her, She was helpless. Her mansion had become Her prison.

So, She became lonely and afraid while Her body yearned. She spent Her nights gazing out into the darkness, aching, wishing, and hoping.

She was hoping for me!

Suddenly I understood everything! I would become Nikandrea’s new loyal servant! A surge of happiness rushed through me. I would guard Her with my very life while She slept. I would take Her to the cities of Europe where She could satisfy Her cravings. She would become my everything, my all, my other self. I would give blood as I could to get Her through the dry times. I would serve Her every command without question. I would strive to become worthy of Her presence. I would shower Her with gifts of my admiration. I would bring Her to America. I would learn about cosmetics and hair styling.

Cosmetics and hair styling? That one caught me off guard. Then, I remembered that vampires cast no reflection in a mirror. For years, Nikandrea would look into a mirror and see only the wall behind Her. She could not apply makeup or even do Her hair. I almost laughed, but then felt a stinging from Her teeth in my neck.

In a moment of incredible understanding, I knew that She would never age, but I would. One day I would be too old to care for Her any longer, and I knew that one night She would tenderly take me in Her arms and drain the remainder of my life into Her. There was an astonishing sense of peace in this. I would always know that my life would one day end in a moment of ultimate love, caring and giving.

The pressure of Her lips eased, and for the third time, I felt my blood flow into Her mouth. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough. I had learned the lesson of obedience.

She gently removed Her teeth from my neck, and with a forceful lick of Her perfect tongue, my wounds were closed. I looked at Her, and Her eyes were shining with the most beautiful, sparkling emerald green I had ever seen. There was glimmer in Her hair, and color in Her cheeks. She looked so happy, and Her smile beamed with the teeth I’d learned to adore beyond words.

“Oh Nikandrea,” I said. “I love You so… “. Suddenly I grew weak. I felt faint.

“You better sit down for a while, My darling,” She said. “You’re down a couple of pints!”

She guided me lovingly into an armchair in the hall. Then She tossed Her beautiful hair in victory, and started to walk away down the hall. My lust-filled eyes drank in the splendor of Her half-naked body.

“Just relax for a little while and recover, My helpless little slave. Then follow Me when you’re ready. The really fun part is yet to come.” And with that, She opened the door to the room where my wife lay sleeping, and disappeared into the darkness within.