Drake Stone was born some time in the Early years of Rome's birth and when he turned twenty three he was injured on a battle field.  A stranger known only to him as Sire, came long and offered him a chance to live again, destroy his enemies and be stronger and faster than anyone around him.  Taking the offer Drake died a human death and came back as something much more sinister.  He succeeded in killing all of his enemies and his blood lust as a vampire only grew as the years went on.  However after almost three hundred years of fighting he came to realize that he had much more fun bending and molding minds to do his bidding rather than just killing and feeding.  Perfecting this skill took him around the world, molding men and women world wide and taking them from rich positions to licking his boots and sitting on their knees happily below him.<br/><br/>Now in the year 2012 nothing had changed.  He lived in a large estate outside of the city limits in Houston, Texas and rather enjoyed the state laws.  His home was eight bedrooms, ten bathrooms, two kitchens ( one much larger than the other), a massive living room and dining room, three floors and well over one hundred acres of forest around him.  His years on the earth and his collections earned him a pretty penny in this day and age.The third and second floors of his home were normal, but the basement was completely different.  No walls, no stairs, just a huge empty space that held the same devices for torture and bondage that most castle dungeons held.  The only room in the basement was a confinement area.  Barely large enough for a single twin sized bed.  A working toilet and sink with a small flap at the bottom of the steel door for food.  The roof had holes in it for air but there was no lights at all.<br/><br/>On the far wall as you entered the room were all of his correctional 'toys' which he used to shape and mold the humans to his will.  Today was a special day.  His last slave passed away due to a car wreck on her way home so he was in search of a new one to shape and mold.  He normally went after naturally submissive females who were a bit upper class but not too much.  He also looked for the one's that had little to no family.  Friends didn't matter.  His last slave had several friends but she would only speak to them when he allowed her.<br/><br/>Sitting at a local cafe in the city at about thee in the after noon he despised how the sun weakened him slightly but it was better than burning to a crisp like the humans all thought from movies.  He was across the street from a local college so he had prime pickings of the females that were there.  As he sat his midnight black hair was short and spiked on his head, a pair of eerie crystal blue eyes scanned the scene.  His face was gorgeous with smooth tanned skin, not dark but enough that made it seem like he got out a bit.  He was wearing a nice black silk dress shirt with the top two buttons undone showing a nice white under shirt that was tight to his well sculpted chest.  Built much like a swimmer he was very muscular all over, but his muscles weren't huge and bulky, they were tight and toned.  His pants were a pair of nice blue jeans and a pair of black docker dress boots.  Looking at the Fossil watch he was wearing nothing about him yelled 'rich', but a lot of the college girls knew him from the paper and how he was a billionaire due to the rare arts he collected.<br/><br/>Resting his chin on the webbing between his thumb and index finger he simply watched the human's at the campus looking at him and chatting, his ears picking up how hot he was, how they would love to get him in bed, but the one catching his attention was the one who was looking and talking, but not saying anything excessively vulgar about him, mainly focusing on the small things like eye color or sense of style for someone so wealthy.  He was sitting at a normal coffee shop, dressed casually and not bragging about his life, that's what he wanted someone to notice.