S.O.S from an earthling in distress:

Romania, year 2025

Vlad:

I drive like a madman through the streets of Bucharest. After my meeting with Miss Amíntoros I went out to the parking lot and took my car. I must try to calm down or I will end up massacring all the humans in the hotel.
The polytonal voice of Dimash Kudaibergen plays on the car player. His song makes me wonder why I live, why I die, why I laugh and why I cry. For millennia I waited with equal measure of emotion and fatalism for Elennah's return, the first time I saw her, in the year 1450, her reddish hair and her delicate face strongly called my attention. I surprised myself watching her from afar on different occasions until finally curiosity overcame me and I asked her name.

A few days later, I surprised her returning from looking for wild strawberries in the forest near castle Hunyadi, she was a temptation I couldn’t resist. She tried to run away but I caught up with her. That day I kissed her for the first time.
I close my eyes, filling my lungs with unnecessary oxygen.

Ever since I tasted the poison on her lips that day, my life has been hell. I just couldn't keep my hands off her after that, that strange dependency she caused me frankly terrified me, I tried to get rid of the need to see her, to be with her, in the Vrasom sisters' bed. It was useless.
I was about to proposition her to be my mistress, I wanted to bring her back to Wallachia with me. I had thought to bribe her with jewels, pearls, ball gowns, and other expensive things worthy of a queen to convince her, to persuade her into leaving Transylvania...with me.
I reasoned that living as my mistress would be much more pleasurable and comfortable for her than remaining a mere servant for the Hunyadi family, but Juan revealed that Elennah was also his daughter and pressured me to marry her.
My anger knew no bounds. I returned to Wallachia and made my preparations to receive my future wife, all the while planning the most terrible way to make her pay for her involvement in Hunyadi's plans to force me into an alliance with him.
Our wedding night I drank in the inn's dining room until the early morning, I went up to our room with every intention of murdering the snake that slept comfortably in my bed, but I couldn't.
I ended up making desperate love to her. Truth is, I had fantasized about having her in my arms again, for weeks. The red cobra had taken possession of me… body and soul.
The years passed, eventually I faced all kinds of enemies and opponents who threatened to take my throne by force. I tried to be a good husband, every time I returned to Edirne I brought her gifts, then when we moved to the castle in Brașov, I spent the first night with her as she was her due, as my first wife.
But her jealousy, her inability to give me children and finally her relationship with Mateo Corvino, my second wife's cousin and king of Transylvania, led her to plot with him to try to assassinate me.

Twenty years ago I ran into Justine during a fashion show in France and was pleasantly surprised to find that both she and her cousin had returned. Seeing them gave me hope that Elennah was coming back and finding her in Athens four years ago brought my world to a standstill.

I accepted Justine and Mathew's requests to attend the Red Night out of curiosity, I wanted to see what would happen once they were in the room as Elennah.
It was a very big mistake.
Millennia have passed since her betrayal , I have filled my existence with lovers and sex in extreme quantities... but I have not been able to forgive my wife's terrible mistakes. What's worse, she doesn't know, and she's already betrayed me again. Despite the fact that I am the best-known vampire in history, revered by some, admired by others and feared by all...in my heart of hearts I am just a poor earthling in distress.

I slam the car to a stop, gripping the steering wheel with bouth hands and gritting my teeth...

Dimash yells into my speakers that in the great lottery of destiny I didn't get the right number, and even I agree with him, I feel bad in my own skin...but, while the Kazakh singer longs to see the world from above, I I want to see it burn!

Stop behaving like a dumbass, Vlad Tepes. If you treated her like a lady and it didn't work out then treat her like what she really is, a dirty whore.

Eleni:

—He's jealous.-Jerry sighs.

I frown.

—He can't be, the man barely knows me.-I protest.

-—He likes you. It's obvious, since you arrived, he follows you with his eyes every time you're in the same room.

—You're wrong.

—No I'm not. Even…- Jerry bites his lip, walking over to me and whispering under his breath…—even Olenka commented the other day that our boss is in a perpetual bad mood ever since he walked through the hotel doors.

—That has nothing to do with me and I am convinced that you are wrong. The woman he planned to be with two nights ago was Miss Sziláy, the model.

— As Olenka told me, you’re sorrily mistaken. Mr. Tepes has no interest in the supermodel, as I understood the man was looking forward to being claimed by one of the staff members.
I look at him strangely.

—Which is impossible and against the rules, but you didn't have the slightest idea, did you? If you’d been interested, would youhave invited him to your bed?

I ponder the situation for a couple of minutes. This is all very twisted.

—Are you sure Vlad wants me?-I whisper.
— The man slapped you because he thinks you slept with someone else and he left here as if he were being chased by the hounds of hell. Trust me, he wants you...a lot.

000

He has summoned me back to his office. I'm nervous. My conversation with Jerry is spinning in my head. Is it true? Is my boss really into me? I don't know why, but since the possibility crept into my mind I have no idea how to react...should I be flattered? Scared? Happy? However, I don't feel any of those things. It is true that the man is damn attractive. With that evil face, those eyes that seem to look at the darkest secrets of my soul, and that fame of Supreme Dom.
Yes, that's how he's known in BDSM circles. The man is the f*cking master of orgasms and moans. He’s been enslaving humans for centuries , conducting them to the dark pleasure he provides. It is true that the hotel rules strictly prohibit the exchange of bodily fluids between coworkers, but Jerry and Olenka have been flouting that rule for weeks. If the boss wanted one of the female staff...would he be dare to claim her publicly?

I call the elevator and wait for the doors to open.
Curiosity...yes. If I am to take inventory of my feelings, that is the predominant one right now. I feel curious. What would sex with him be like? I bite the inside of my right cheek. I bet it would be violent, very, very carnal and intense.

I imagine that he ties up his women, handcuffs them or chains them. Would he use whips, riding crops... belts...? And sex toys? Dildos...vibrators?
I get on the elevator and a groan escapes me. My nipples harden, moisture and warmth grow between my thighs.

My breathing has become ragged, my heartbeat is racing, I swallow hard. Excitement... Oh, wow. I can't believe it... After twenty-two years on earth, right now I’m discovering that I am one of those, one those women who get excited by danger.

I arrive at his office, I am surprised to see that Olenka isn’t at her post, I go to his door and knock.

— Come in.- he invites.

For a second I imagine him, whispering dirty things in my ear, in that thick voice with a brutal accent. Horror! If I keep this up, I'm going to have a mental orgasm!

I open the door and walk into his office. He's sitting behind his black table, his eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him. He abruptly stops what he was doing and looks at me, his expression openly cheeky.
He runs his thumb over his lower lip.
— How interesting… do elevators excite you so much, Miss Amíntoros? I can smell you from here- He purrs.

I instantly blush. Elevators don't excite me... the possibility of him strapping me to a bed and fucking me until I pass out... the does.

Raises an eyebrow.

— Anyway. I summoned you, because there was a misunderstanding this morning and I want to apologize to You.- he intones dryly.

I sit. His words just threw me a bucket of ice water, ice cubes and penguins included.
— I was... an idiot, I admit it. I exaggerated things. The goal of the Red Night is for our VIP guests to have sexual experiences with the vampire members of the hotel staff. They are rarely interested in...mingling with our human workers. Mr. Corvin's prefering you took me by surprise. I thought you had come on to him. He is a man who has been requesting to be allowed attendance at the event for years...since you have only been working here for a month and a little bit, it doesn’t make any sense...

— I understand what you mean, Mr. Tepes. It doesn't make sense that after seeking out the sexual experimentation the hotel has to offer, Mr. Corvin simply decided he wasn't interested and turned his attention to me. Isn't that what you were going to say?-I mutter under my breath.
He hit me twice in five minutes. He has made me understand without a doubt that what happened didn’t involve jealousy on his part and that I must be a big whore to make a man change his mind after so long pursuing his goal of attending the nights of debauchery offered by the hotel.

—Something like that...but still, I apologize. I jumped to conclusions and...

—Sir, they're already here!

Vlad remained open-mouthed, halfway through what he was going to say. Olenka has entered the office and has interrupted him with a shriek of excitement..

Vlad frowns at her. Olenka walks forward, and behind her the tallest, green-eyed, sexiest pair of blondes I've ever seen walk into the office, and they're exactly alike. My jaw drops in shock.
Vlad comes out from behind his desk, walks around it, hugs one of the twins, then the other.

— Mika, Olev, you pair of rascals. I expect a complete report on the affairs.- Vlad smiles and slaps one of them on the back of the neck.

I am stunned. Olenka stands next to me and I look at her.

—They're gorgeous, right?- she asks.

—Y...yes.-I babble.

The Russian smiles broadly.

—They are my brothers, they have just returned from important negotiations in Spain....-she comments, looking at the imposing blondes with undisguised pride.

Well yes, the twins are gorgeous, of course. But what almost made my knees buckle was Vlad's smile.