Maid To The Vampires Ch 01

Authors Note: Reader beware for within lies vampires. Not just any vampire though, methuselah. These are noble vampires of pure, or nearly pure, blood lineage. There is sex, as well as death, and if the reader should find this to be difficult to take in I urge you to seek pleasure elsewhere.

For others I will reiterate. People will die in this story. You may like them, but they will die nonetheless. The world of methuselah is a dangerous one to live in. There is also a touch of necrophilia here, although nothing scandalous. I simply state this because the bodies are still warm.

You may also note the sheep like attitude these people take towards being eaten alive. This state of affairs is a long one, and the vampires have become very civil in it. I believe that if such ruled us today this would be the way things would be. Of course this is another world, and in a different time.

Finally this chapter has no eroticism in it. This serves as a introduction into the world for the reader. However future chapters will feature a great deal of erotic deeds. I hope you will look forward to them.

Chapter I, The Selected

If they fear us, they will run from us.

If they hate us, they will kill us.

If they loves us, they will give us everything.

Even that which we would take.

-Duke Yuriza, Methuselah

Ruler of the Northern Baronies.

30 years before the taming.

Karissa Level approached the mansion that stood above her town. The house was home to the town's lord, and master, Baron Ewan Secrest. The baron wasn't your average man. For one he'd lived for almost three hundred years and still looked young. He was a vampire, and now Karissa had become his prey.

She remembered the town assembly that she'd been selected from. It had been filled with somber eyed parents and young women, all waiting for a portly old man to call out a name. Ewan, like most vampires, only preyed on the most beautiful of the humans he ruled. In exchange for taking one girl a month he provided the town protection, and posterity. Karissa had almost escaped for the baron only selected women between the ages of 18 and 24. She'd just had her 23rd birthday, and she already had a man she fancied. The young woman had never asked him how he felt about her. Now she would most likely never know.

Working for a vampire wasn't always a death sentence, but it wasn't something you got out of easily either. Over half the girls selected would eventually be the vampires food, fed upon while pleasuring their master. Those that didn't get killed were sometimes turned into vampires themselves, or promoted to maidens of the house whose skills at management were indispensable. Very few actually left the job although those that did were rewarded very highly for their service.

There was one bright spot though. In exchange for taking her family's daughter away from her all other siblings she had, of which she had two, would be spared from being selected. Also a small fortune would be granted to her family to make up for the loss. The vampire lords didn't treat the humans that served them as slaves, but simply had to rely on them as a food source. It was a state of affairs that had lasted for many centuries, and would likely continue on even longer.

Karissa Level, as stated earlier, was 23. She had long blonde hair plaited into two rings that reached a bit past her shoulders, and held together by a series of white ribbons. She wore a simple blue spring dress, and a pair of her best dancing shoes. She had been instructed to wear only her best to the mansion before she took up her post as a maid. That was the job most of the women received so the master could gaze on their beauty as much as a he pleased.

The mansion stood at the top of the hill, and was surrounded by a long brick wall. The building itself was made of white stone, and had peaked rather than flat roofs. Already Karissa could see several maids outside sweeping the front step, and the paths. A few others were playing in the garden, dividing the work of planting with the play of throwing seeds at each other.

Despite herself, Karissa couldn't help but be smitten by the maid outfits, and the genuine smiles on their faces. Purple elegant dresses with black accents that made every maid look dignified. They wore minimal jewelry, or other accents, but all have one other thing in common: black ribbons. Karissa had heard about these. They marked a maid who had potential to be consumed by their master. This acted as a sort of mental shield for the maids. While the ribbon was worn they wouldn't be eaten. However if the master selected one of them her ribbon would be spirited away in the night, and thus she would live out a few more days of her life always in anticipation of being eaten.

The doors were finally before her, and Karissa took a deep breath before she finally entered. Before her was a splendid hall done in good taste. Pictures of various members of Ewan's clan could be seen throughout the hall, and a tapestry depicting the original vampire, Adzo Methuselah, hung at the back of the room. This was most likely an artist's impression as no evidence of the vampire existed other than his name.

Speaking of, a lady wearing a white dress, and who had red eyes that marked her as a vampire herself, was waiting at the foot of the stairs. "Greetings," she smiled coyly.

Karissa approached at her gesture, and stood a few feet away from her. Her bag containing her belongings was rested on the ground next to her. Wordlessly the lady vampire stood, and began a slow seductive walk around her. Karissa noticed she wore no shoes. Each part of the vampire looked perfect, and pretty. Her black hair was swept back, but left free to dangle down to the small of her back. A red gem hung from her single earring.

"Do you know who I am, human lady?"

Karissa didn't know, but she suddenly felt afraid. This had been the first time she'd ever been alone in a room with a vampire. "No," she quavered.

"Pity." She continued to stalk around the woman. "I'm your new master's sister, and lover. Ilia Secrest." Ilia lifted up one of the rings of Karissa's hair, and smelled it. Karissa couldn't suppress a shudder. Ilia's smile widened. "Scared, are we?"

"I would be lying if I didn't admit to a certain amount of fear," after a slight pause she added, "my lady."

"That's good. You humans are so used to us it's very hard to make you afraid. That isn't the only thing I smell though," and she let her head rest on Karissa's shoulder. She ran her hands down her front, lingering on Karissa's breasts before dipping down to her navel. They stopped just shy of violating her. "Arousal. I smell that to."

Karissa's body had turned traitor, and she couldn't deny it. The Methuselah hanging to her neck was just so lovely. She couldn't help but admire the woman's looks. I heard stories about the types of pleasure they can give a person, she thought to herself. That definitely isn't helping.

"Perhaps I should come and visit with you later. My brother doesn't generally deny me a little," and she kissed her neck, "nibble."

Karissa felt the venom coating Ilias lips and tongue take effect immediately. Her desires became enhanced, and she started to quiver with excitement rather than fear. Karissa couldn't be sure if she would beg to be taken right there, and consequences be damned, if she opened her mouth so she opted for silence.

Ilia must have sensed her need though. "You do like the idea don't you? Marvelous!" And she let Karissa go to stand in front of her again. "Worry not my lovely lady, not all of our feedings are deadly to your kind. I am actually freshly fed right now. That is why my eyes shine red like they do," and she blinked them as emphasis. "I will come for you when I feel I can give just as much desire for you as you have for me," and with that she walked away leaving Karissa to collapse, her weak knees no longer able to hold her up.

She raised a hand to her neck, and shuddered as the venom wore off. "Oh my god," she murmured. "Please, have mercy on me while I am here."

Another maid led Karissa to her room. "This is the servants wing," the petite girl of 21 said brightly. "This is your room." She opened the door into a space that held a bed, a vanity, a dresser, and enough space to move around them in. It looked very comfortable in fact. "Meals are served at 8, 12, and 5," the maid added.

"Where will I be working?" Karissa asked wanting to know.

"You'll find out tomorrow. Maybe you'll be lucky, and get assigned to the bed chambers." The girl got a dreamy look in her eyes. "I did that for a few months after I got here. I witnessed the master feed three times. Well, I knew when the girls were picked, and I made sure to ask them what times they had to be in his chamber."

Karissa looked shocked at the yearning in the maid's eyes. "You mean you watched him kill some of us, and you still want it to happen?"

The maid, looked appalled. "Are you kidding? Let me tell you something, come into your room." She pulled Karissa inside, and had her sit on the bed. "Look at it like this, I was a pauper before I got chosen to come here. I had nothing, expected little, and got less. Now look at me. I'm well employed in a beautiful house, and I live better than I ever have. My family are even better off thanks to the payment they received. I'm told my father actually managed to start his own shop.

"And all that is asked of me is to do some light housework, and eventually give myself up to our master in the most erotic death you can possibly imagine. Being pierced by his peanus over and over, and being filled up with his venom to the point where all you can feel is pleasure. At the height of your ecstasy he pierces you with his perfect teeth, and drains you while you are still wide awake until you just fall asleep in his arms."

"But you still die," Karissa pointed out. "What if you kept your head down, and got to the point where you were indispensable?"

The maid laughed. "Put that out of your mind. That only happens on rare occasions when one of the ladies of the house leave their posts. It is a very rare occurrence. In fact, it's only happened a time or two in the past decade. No, there are only two ways things can go for you. You can become a vampire at our master's side, or you can give yourself up to him and die a beautiful death after living some of the best years of your life. Me, I hope for the latter."

With that the maid turned to go. "You'll be assigned a task tomorrow after breakfast during our morning assembly. You're in luck to as the master will be selecting a maiden for his next meal. Perhaps you will get to see it happen? That might change your mind." She stopped at the door, and hesitated. "One more thing, sexual contact between us maids is perfectly normal. Don't be surprised if a few ask you to join in. Just don't let it distract you from your duties. Oh, and don't worry about Ilia either. She eats around the same day as the master, and other times she simply does what pleases her."

The door clicked shut behind her, and Karissa flopped down on her bed. It was very comfortable, but she couldn't help wondering how many others had slept in it only to die a few years later. The thought didn't turn her stomach like she thought. They had evidently died doing something they apparently wanted to do. From what she'd gathered from her earlier conversation with Andria, the maid, it seemed something they all aspired to. The thought that really bothered her was when she would start to think as they did, and give up on her life completely.

The following morning, after one of the most elegant meals Karissa had ever had, she stood now in her own dress with her black ribbon tied snugly around her neck. The head lady, wearing her own yellow ribbon and a much richer version of her own uniform, walked along the row of gathered maids. "Good morning ladies." Karissa joined in with the traditional morning greeting. "Today we have a new comer. Let us all welcome Karissa Level." Karissa stood silently through the various welcomes, and greetings from her assembled coworkers. "Now, as you all know, this afternoon the master will choose again. I expect all of you not currently busy to be there. As for you Karissa, please stay behind after everyone leaves and I will tell you what we expect from you here. You are all dismissed to go about your duties."

Karissa stood silently as the other maids scattered, many of them talking about the afternoons pending selection. She couldn't help but notice that almost all of them sounded excited about it. When everyone had left, the matron motioned her over. "Karissa, first of all let me welcome you personally to Secrest Manor. How are you feeling about being here?"

"Honestly maam? Scared, and a little worried."

The matron smiled sadly. "Yes, quite a few come here feeling like you do. But the initial fears wear off, and they come to accept their lot in life. I hope you will as well. Well, work goes until the afternoon, and then with the exception of those who didn't finish their chores you are allowed to have the run of the manor. On weekends you can go back into the town although most girls do not, and you must return by sunset. I should also warn you against seeing your family during such excursions. It never ends pretty.

"Every month on the first the master picks his next," here she hesitated, "partner, and then she is free to do as she pleases until he summons her provided she doesn't leave the grounds. If you see a girl without a ribbon walking about that is the person he selected. You should be safe for some time though. He doesn't normally pick newcomers."

The matron pulled out a pad, and looked it over, and then frowned. "I'm afraid we have only one opening. I'm sorry to ask this of you, but I'm afraid the only job we have for you is to clean the rooms on the master's floor."

Karissa felt her heart sank as Andria's words flooded back to her. That meant that she not only would be in close proximity to the one that would eventually end her life, but she would also most likely witness him taking lives. They were selecting a girl today, and that meant within the next few days she would most likely witness her passing. "If you want to watch him eat," the Matron said while looking Karissa in the eyes, "he generally does so around 4pm."

"Thank you ma'am, I may consider doing that." Why wait after all. It was bound to happen to her sooner or later. Perhaps some of the fear would ebb if she saw how it was done. She also couldn't deny a certain morbid curiosity.

The matron eyed her, but said nothing else to this. "Cleaning supplies are kept in a cupboard marked as such. There is one on every floor so you shouldn't have any difficulty finding tools. Best get to it then," and she indicated the young woman should go to work.