To Please and Serve, Darkly.
The rocks on the side of the cave parted to reveal a passageway which had been obscured by the darkness. Sonia froze without a hint of awkwardness, as she was trained to and peered down the path. Very little could be seen in the void. She waited awhile before continuing. She set her left foot down on the gravel and heard the rolling of gravel beneath her cloth-wrapped feet. This generated a bit more noise than would have been ideal but if anyone was around they would have heard the passageway open anyway.
Sonia had to crouch as she entered the passage to avoid the ceiling which sloped down at a slight angle. By the time she was fifteen feet down the passage down the passage she was laying flat on the ground, dragging her naked arms and legs across the pebbles. She tried to stretch her ragged cloth shirt over her legs but realized she was making too much noise. Whoever that cloaked figure she had followed in here was would surely hear her.
A light appeared at the end of the tunnel and danced along the narrowing walls. She had been discovered. Instinct told her to flee. Thieves'' Guild training told her to remain silent and still, but something else, both mystic and visceral, drew her on, through the darkness and towards the dancing flame.
When she reached the end of the tunnel she was able to move her head out of the opening like an inquisitive mouse on alert for hawks. The flame went out and darkness reigned, a benefit to the mouse who wished to avoid the hawks. Unfortunately it was an owl, a bird of prey of the night who stalked her, a bird that created the darkness for its own benefit.
A green light flew from a cloaked figure's hand and struck Sonia. She felt his presence dominating her psyche. She felt her body rise to its feet without willing it. She could not break eye-contact with the abyss that lay beneath his hood. He motioned downward with his hand and again she obeyed, falling to her knees before him. The jagged pebbles cut her knees and she could feel blood begin to seep into the gravel but made no attempt to cover her bare legs. The figure groaned with longing, aroused by the scent. He lifted back his hood revealing his pal face, deep set, burning read eyes, and vampiric fangs.
"My name is Avon Meti, your blood and devotion are now mine," he said.
She looked up at him with unblinking eyes and half-opened lips, unable to speak and barely able to mouth the words,
"Yes, Lord."
"Your desires are now mine and your love belongs to me. All you may want shall be is to serve me and no other."
"Yes, Lord," she spoke more loudly this time but in a softer way than she ever had before.
A smile crossed her lord's face.
"So, this is Sonia, the expert thief, rising star of the guild who curses captains and spits in the eyes of Jarls? I had imagined you would be more difficult to control."
She continued to stare unblinkingly at her lord, wondering how she could best pleas him.
He frowned. No matter, she would still serve her purpose for now. Again he motioned with his hand and she pulled her loose hair over her shoulder and exposed her neck for his feeding. When he had finished and patched up her wounds with a healing spell she remained on her knees with a tear running down her cheek and whispered, "Thank you, Lord."