I wanted to have a collection of…well, I wasn’t sure what the right word would be. “Servants” wasn’t the
right word. Nor was “minions.” Perhaps the right word was “followers.” No matter what the right word
happened to be, I knew I wanted other people in the castle. They would all just need a reason to be there.
The first thing I knew I wanted was brides. If I was going with Dracula as an overriding inspiration, this
was an essential requirement. Considering the desires I had before I wished to be a vampire, along with the
innocent answer I’d heard earlier today, the person whom I wanted to be my first bride was easy: Colette.
Colette was everything I would want in a woman. She was the closest thing I’d ever seen to what I would
consider a “dream girl.” Now that I was a vampire, she fit that description all the better. Her long, jet
black hair was perfect for a creature of the night. She had a tremendously curvy figure with her large
breasts and shapely ass. She also possessed a face that could make men, and perhaps women, bend to her will.
Especially when she smiled, I thought. Her smile was warm and inviting, but I always thought there was a bit
of devilish mischief behind it as well. I’d find out soon enough.
In order to speed up the process, I wished I knew exactly where Colette was right now. As chance would have
it, she was just leaving my house. Satisfied with this knowledge, I next wished to know where she intended to
go. This revealed to me that she was just going back to her own home. I knew what to do next. I wished that
she would be able to hear my voice, despite the great distance between us, but that she would not be able to
identify it. I also wished that I would be able to see where she was and how she would react to what I was
about to do.
My vision suddenly became double. Not in that I saw two of everything in front of me, but that in I was
seeing two different things. Out of my left eye, I saw the woods before me. Out of my right eye I could see
Colette walking towards her home. The vision I had of her was a bird’s eye view, but also in front of her, so
I was basically looking down and at her face.
At this point I whispered, “Colette.” She immediately stopped walking and looked around. It seemed to me
that she wanted to locate the source of the voice she just heard. After a few seconds she continued on her
way again. I realized that I didn’t want her to get all the way back to her house, so I wished I knew how
much longer it would take to reach her home. She was only about five minutes walking time away. Her home was
not that close to these woods either.
I decided to start walking myself. I intended to go closer to where I entered the woods earlier, but not all
the way out of them. I wanted to lure Colette away from probable sight of anyone else. It was weird to walk
with my double vision, but I managed to make progress.
After another minute I again whispered, “Colette.” She stopped walking again and this time looked a little
nervous. Perhaps she felt someone was stalking her, or maybe playing a cruel joke on her. I didn’t want her
scared, just intrigued. So before she began walking again I whispered, “Colette, do not fear.” She stood in
place but still appeared troubled. “I need you,” I whispered again. “I need your help.”
Colette appeared to say something. As best as I could tell, her mouth opened and appeared to say, “How?” I
had to know for sure, so I wished that I could hear her if she answered me directly.
Again I whispered, “I need your help.”
Through the void I heard Colette’s voice. “How? Where?” she said.
“Come to the woods,” I whispered. “I need you, Colette.” Colette did not say anything but she began to walk
again. After a few minutes she stopped at what I assumed was her house. She stood outside it for a few
seconds and looked at the door. So again I whispered, “Colette.” This worked. As soon as she heard my voice
again, she resumed walking. She quickened her pace and had a determined look on her face. I smiled with the
satisfaction of my plan working.
I soon reached a point in the woods that was deep enough away from civilization, but not so deep a point from
where Colette might decide to turn back. I stopped walking and looked for a place to hide. None of the trees
seemed thick enough to hide behind. I also couldn’t be positive where Colette would appear. So I
concentrated my thoughts again and jumped into the closest tree. I was able to somehow expertly jump higher
than any human could and right onto a branch that was thick enough to support my weight. It concealed my
position perfectly.
I saw that Colette was nearing the woods. I wished that no one would pay attention to her now and that no one
would see here entering the woods. She entered the woods slowly, but surely. It seemed that she had
traversed these woods before. She navigated her way through the thickening trees and drew nearer to me.
Again I whispered, “Colette,” so she knew she was following something still.
I wished now that instead of simply hearing my voice, she could follow it to where I hid. “Colette,” I
whispered again. I watched her turn in a different direction. “Colette,” came my voice again. She was
definitely headed in the right direction and walked with focused determination.
I was able to hear the sound of sticks and brush being trampled underfoot. She was coming ever close. I
wished away the special sight of her and saw normally with two eyes again. I heard the sounds of her walking
grow louder with each step. Soon I could peer through the leaves and branches of my tree and see her
approach. I wanted to call her name again, but in such a way that she would actually pass me by. I wished
that the next time I spoke my voice would seem to come from several feet in front of her, not from where I
hid. “Colette,” I called again.
To my great satisfaction she walked past my tree and in search of the place from where my voice had come.
Once she was about ten feet in front of me, I wished that I could leap out of the tree without risk of injury
and that when I landed I would make no sound. I jumped forward and landed on the ground with the grace of a
gymnast. No sound came from my action. Colette did not turn and see me. Anticipation built within me to a
boil. In a normal voice I said, “Colette.”