Damian's steed tore down the road flanked with hanging willow trees as the moon flickered light down upon his black cloak which whipped and snapped outward at the great speeds he was reaching. The stallion of course was no more than some of his magic made to look real to the peasants,as flying usually alerted the locals to the fact that you weren't an average mortal and he most certainly was not.<br/><br/>Damian Vlalash was born in the old country, the year was 680AD, he was no more than a peasant gypsy then, but after his 'rebirth' in 711 AD ,he'd found his true calling, a Dvampyre. A recluse Lord had taken him in, and turned him into the creature of the night he was now. His mast had taught him almost nothing, and he quickly realized that he was no more than a scapegoat for his masters use. The villagers had grown suspicious of him and without one of their kind to point a accusing finger at, soon they would be knocking at his keep's door brandishing pitchforks and torches. Needless to say, Damian escaped and learned to make his way on his own. Difficult as it was those first decades, he was a quick learner. At first he was only making it a year or two before the peasants caught on to his feedings, but once he learned the only lesson his master had actually taught him, he found he was able to stay in an area for almost twenty years. You simply had to place the blame on someone or something else and the humans would attack it instead of you. By now he was a master manipulator and had the new world as his home. This yet uncivilized place offered many opportunities to a creature like himself and he was more than happy to indulge them.<br/><br/>Damien strode inside the building his practitioners called a 'church' but it was no such thing. He had turned this place into his own personal den of iniquity, it was here that he fed during the night, and preached sermons from the pulpit every sabbath. He first action was to dissolve the glamor spell he'd placed on the place, the illusion of organized religion faded and was replaced with sacrilegious decor of his lair. He found it quite humorous that these silly mortals came here to pray to their nonexistent god, in a place that shouted that sanctimonious fact to the rafters.<br/><br/>The large cross behind the alter shimmered and revealed a massive inverted pentacle. The white candles that lit the hall turned blood red and the stained glass window which had once portrayed Jesus's sermon on the mount now showed Damian in the throes of blood lust fueled orgy of nude women. He took his time, wallowing in his own self-satisfaction.<br/><br/>Time moved more quickly with someone that had surveyed centuries, Damian never rushed, but soon Prudence arrived, her boots clad in the mud from the road she strode into the 'church' and beheld it's true design like a child seeing the 8 wonders of the world for the first time. Damian strode from behind the faux alter and took in his new concubine. She was young, no more than 17 or 18, with blonde hair, covered by a bonnet of course, and her body was firm underneath the thick wool garments of black on white she was forced to wear.<br/><br/>"Greetings my dear, I see you are very good at following your elders commands, You may call me 'Master'." His voice echoed in the large hall and she trembled as if she was hearing it for the first time.<br/><br/>"Yes Master..." Was her only response she issued, dropping her head slightly.<br/><br/>Damian strode forth, his imposing 6'2" frame towering over the young innocent girl, her shiver was only perceptable to his eyes alone. "Dis robe, do so now." He stated flatly.<br/><br/>Prudence obeyed, immediately her nimble fingers found the buttons of her petticoat and she began to strip. As the layers of wool and cotton fell away, her naked unaged form appeared. There was something about youth that completely enchanted Damian, mayhap it was that he himself never aged and so the obsession only lasted until the mortal showed the marks of Father Time's absolution.<br/><br/>Her perfect flesh practically radiated in the candlelight, Damian saw before him another perfect disciple, a creature truly worthy of accepting his '<span style="font-style: italic">love</span>'.<br/><br/>"Are you pure?" He asked, already knowing the answer.<br/><br/>"Yes Master" she answered without hesitation.<br/><br/>"We shall just see about that..." Damian answered, his two long, cold fingers reached up and prodded into her warm and heaving flesh mound.Prudence quivered as the fiend probed her previously untouched regions, she let out a gasp of ecstasy when he wrenched the hymen stained digits  free from her form. Damian raised the dark red fingers to his fanged mouth and sucked them clean.<br/><br/>"Pure indeed...." He coed sinisterly, licking the clotted feast from between his fingers.<br/><br/>"You will come to me every third night at midnight, you will come here and feed me. Do you undertand?" He asked as he groped her breast and gripped her throat a little.<br/><br/>"Yesssss Master" she obliged without hesitation.<br/><br/>Damian reached down and gripped her ample left breast, he pulled it up and then craned down and bit into her supple torso, just under the crease. He drank her in, sucking and groping as the young woman moaned out in pleasure. His face came up stained with her lifeblood, as she swooned in his arms.<br/><br/>"You bore me though, regardless of your fleeting beauty, I want something that matches my own ambitions....Do you understand? Can you possibly perceive my inclinations?" He inquired, a perverted smile eclipsing his visage.<br/><br/>"Yes master......" She gasp, barely conscious after the life draining experience she's just encountered.<br/><br/>"Whom do you speak of?" He growled, her own blood spilling from his dark lips and back onto her perked breasts.<br/><br/>"Goodwife Mercy, the elders call her a 'freethinker' and a 'troublemaker'. They say she is a 'backslider' and a woman of 'questionable morals'. She doesn't conker but the elders want her cast out." She drones in the hypnotic trance.<br/><br/>"AAAAhhhh yes, I know of the woman of whom you speak, she will<span style="font-weight: bold">not</span>meet my eyes during church services, and she shuns away from society's confines. I desire her." He replies in between subtle kisses of her neck and freckled face. "You will go to her and seduce her, you will use your flesh to entice her, suck upon her, taste her and make sure you efforts aren't noticed by the rest of the community. Once you have her in your midst, bring her onto me.Do you understand your Master?" He crones as he strokes her neck and tugs at the unfurled braid of her hair.<br/><br/>"Yes Master...." She replies.<br/><br/>"Superb, After I dismiss you tonight you shall only remember my orders, all else will be forgotten to you. You will resume your normal life, with the exception of sneaking out every third midnight and return to you nightly and feed me, When you can get Goodwife Mercy alone you will try and seduce her. Once you've managed that you will suggest that you meet your suitor. If either you or her alert the authorities to my clandestine behavior I shall have you both burned at the stake.......Is that clear?" Damian stated as he peered with his mesmerizing gaze into her eyes.<br/><br/>"Yes master, I understand....Now can you please have your way with me?" She swooned.<br/><br/>Damian ravaged her right on the spot, it was the same area that the alter boys stood awaiting there cue to light the incense burners.