The creature opened Miss Claydon's eyes, looked out. The brave Oxford scholar was swept away on the tide of pounding blood,
primal lusts, passion and the insatiable desire to feed. The Vampire Queen knew this phase of old, knew that it was best to keep
her slaves chained while the first blaze of dark power from her gift of blood passed. Then the new toy would be more
pliable, weaker, more desperate to be allowed to feed. Stout, strong chains. That was what were required to keep the new Vampire
maiden in line.
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