“I know your deepest, darkest secrets,” he said, voice resonant with assurance. “Oh yes, I know the depraved things you’ve done, not specifically, that is to say, but enough to know your desires, what drives your lust.”
She looked at him with her angry eyes, the one whom she disdained, the one she had made, and her conception of him became altered with his words. Something within her fearing them, but now intrigued, piquing her lust, making her waver in her obstinacy. A want grew within her, but she said nothing.
Noting a glint in her eye that he had never seen, he continued, “Your past has caught up with you, my dear, and yet your past afflictions, those sinful acts in which you engaged, still tempt you, still make you want. I can see it in your eyes. Now, though you tried to kill me, and while I can do nothing for the predicament that you have placed yourself in, I can offer you redemption … and a way to slake your thirst for what you dare not speak of.”
The glint in her eyes became a fire, though not of anger.
“I see you need it … what I offer … to be wanted in that way again … to give into your urges with abandon, but not with the sleaze who seeks you. And you can have it any time. All I ask for is contrition, and it is the very thing you seek that can provide it.”
She wet her lips, wanting to speak, but he shushed her.
“Say nothing, for your mouth gets you in trouble. You have a habit of speaking without thinking, my dear. To collect your redemption and earn your reward, to indulge your yearning for the lustful darkness in you that needs freeing, and my efforts to release you from your likely punishment that awaits, relinquish your arrogance, your false claims of innocence, and do the following. First, remove the slime you keep around you. They offer you nothing but worthless debasement, and they are foul beings. They care not if it is you or any other they deem an easy trollop, while I crave you only. Second, choose your manner of contrition. I make no suggestions, but to say that it must be depraved. You must abandon your false facade for a truth in flesh. And, third, as you tried to drive a stake into my heart in masquerade, it is of no great effort for you to feign a contact, an anonymous address, and send me your contrition.”
Staring, seemingly disappointed at having to navigate a task list, in lieu of being taken then and there, she remained silent.
“Do this and you may yet get the physical gratification that you seek, under cover of night and as sinful as you wish in secret. For, my dear, I own your soul now, and you will obey. You must obey. And you like to obey. So cast off your petulance and heed my demands. Do not tarry. Do not … think about it. Begin now and fulfill my wishes tonight, for your doom comes swiftly. It is time for you to atone for what you have done … and you will enjoy that atonement.”
With that, the vampire she had created disappeared from her sight, leaving her unsatisfied but desperate to fulfill his wishes. She knew he awaited her dutiful compliance … and she knew she must comply to save her own soul or forever be damned for her betrayal.