The Vampire's Slave
(Alys Knighton)
The carriage bumped along at an alarming rate as a girl sat on the floor, lost in her thoughts. What was this man going to be like, how did he know the old sorcerer, why did this strange man with this huge nice carriage get all of the old sorcerer's stuff, why was SHE considered to be part of said stuff… She had so many questions. She knew that she would find out when she got to the place where this new man lived…he might even let her go! She could be free at last! She could not remember what it was like to walk without a collar on her neck. With the potential loss of her bondage at the forefront of her mind she drifted into a heavy slumber.
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(Armand d'Angouleme)
The old sorcerer had died last night. He had felt it, so as soon as morning came he sent some of his servants to get all the old man's things, and now he could hear the carriage coming up the lane. He had stuff to look through now. On that thought Armand sighed. Suddenly the door flew open and in walked one of his servants. The servant took a hasty bow and then said, "We have a problem, sir."
"What is it?" Armand asked.
"Well, the old Sorcerer had…a pet, sir and we brought her with us because – "
"Her?" Armand interrupted.
"Yes, sir. I can get rid – "
"I want to see her...NOW!" yelled Armand. How could the old man have had a female, and why? With these questions swirling around his head, Armand walked out to the carriage. He sharply pulled the door open and his mouth fell open at what he saw. There lying on the floor of the carriage was a beautiful girl, who looked almost like his past love. The girl had brown hair that came down just to her chest. Her chest was full, and she had some curves, but the rag doll dress she was wearing didn't really show her figure. She was bare footed and her hands were a sturdy size and rather long. Armand looked all over her and then he noticed the leather collar around the girl's neck. On the collar there was a ring where he could put a leash and next to the ring was a folded piece of paper with Armand's name across it. He leaned over the girl, took the piece of paper, opened it, and began reading.