He was deeply surprised when the moment they entered the office, the girl crossed right to his couch, flopped onto it, and was immediately snoring. He stared at her limp form for a moment, pondering. It could be his suggestion had been stronger than the thought, and he was controlling her too much too quickly, but he suspected she was simply exhausted.<br/><br/>Silently, he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the sofa beside her. She was small, young, innocent... perfect for what he needed. Her mind would be easily molded, warped, and twisted to suit his desires. Leaning over her, he placed his lips close to her ear and began to whisper.<br/><br/>He spoke of dark things, sadistic urges, blood lust, pain, anger, violence. His voice was low, deep, slow, and full of intoxicating seduction. When he had had his fun with her, he sat up straight, and laughed as he saw she was squirming and whining in her sleep, caught in the depths of a nightmare. Drawing in a deep breath, he released it on a long, aroused sigh.<br/><br/>"Mmmm.... how perfect this day has been."<br/><br/>He leaned over her once more and breathed in the scent of her, pressing his lips to her neck. Her skin was soft, unblemished, and warm. He could feel the pulse thudding rapidly. Slowly, enjoying it as he did, he pressed his teeth to the side of her neck. He could feel her buck beneath him as he did, but she was caught too deeply in the nightmare he had placed her in to wake from it. She moaned, writhed, and squirmed at first, but he knew it wouldn't last long.<br/><br/>The bite of a vampire was what he made it, and this one chose to make it pleasurable. He wanted her to desire his touch. Though she would not remember it when she woke, she would enjoy this experience deeply. He drew blood from her for several long moments, groaning with pleasure at the pure taste of her blood. As he did, her motions and noises died away. She settled into the sofa, moaning now with pleasure, rather than pain. When he felt he'd taken the right amount, he finally pulled away. He'd taken enough to have had a significant effect on her, but would leave her healthy enough. She would simply feel tired after the loss of blood. The wound at her neck was small, neat, as it always was. He was careful not to leave a mark. Licking his tongue across her skin, he chuckled and pulled back. His saliva worked quickly. As he watched, the wound regrew, sealing shut as if it had never been.<br/><br/>He felt thick... heavy... as he rose from the sofa. Feeding always left him feeling sated and restful. Also, it was still the middle of the day and he still felt the unbearable pressure of the sun, ceaselessly urging him to sleep. He couldn't do so yet, he told himself. Staggering almost drunkenly, he moved around the desk, picked up his keys, and pocketed them. After retrieving all that he would need, he lifted the slumbering child into his arms, wiped his face clean to remove all trace of what he'd done, and carried her out of the office.<br/><br/>He needed only a brief explanation to his secretary before he was able to leave without suspicion, head to his car, and lay her gently in the darkened back seat. He was weigning fast. He could feel his strength fading away. As he drove through the city, he could have sworn he saw a barefooted boy walking through the snow. Shaking his head to clear it, he passed by the child, pulled into an alley just ahead, and shut off the engine. He could go no more.<br/><br/>He kept his eyes open just long enough to lock the doors before his eyes rolled back and he drifted into a sleep so deep he would be nearly impossible to wake.