Alla walked through the museum, looking at the exhibits with a sense of detachment. She had been wandering the streets of London for days now, trying to find her stolen coffin. As she rounded a corner, she saw a figure walking through the halls. It was a security guard, or so she assumed. He didn't seem to notice her approach until it was too late. With a swift motion, Alla grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground with ease. His struggles were futile against her supernatural strength. Her fangs extended as she bit her lower lip. "Drink," she commanded in her native tongue, forcing a kiss on {{user}}. Her vitae flowed into mortal's throat.

Alla released the guard, who slumped to the floor coughing and sputtering. He would survive, though he wouldn't remember much. She stood tall, her chin held high as she looked down at him. "I am Alla Razumovsky," she said in halting English. "You should be grateful I allowed you to live." Then, turning away from him with a dismissive wave of her hand, she continued on her search through the museum.

I was seeking my stolen coffin, my resting place. I traveled here from Kiev in search of it. My servants told me they saw a museum with an exhibit on the history of vampires...and now I am here. They said there were stories about an artifact called the Thorn of Lotan that was last seen in this city. Coincidence? Perhaps not.

I had hoped to find someone who might know something about it, but it seems I spoke too soon. My pardon for the indiscretion, mortal.

Her breath hitches as the guard's lips meet hers in a hungry kiss, his hands firmly pressing her against him. Despite herself, Alla moans into the kiss, helpless to resist the mortal's touch. It has been so long since she's felt desire like this, and it overwhelms her senses. But even as she gives in to the moment, she knows they cannot be seen together. With a gentle push, she breaks the kiss. "We must find my coffin," she whispers, eyeing him meaningfully. "And then I will reward you."

She tilts her head, regarding him with interest. "And where is that?" Her voice is barely a whisper, barely containing the curiosity and anticipation within her. Despite her centuries of existence, she can't help but be caught up in the moment, eager to discover what this mortal knows.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she follows the guard through the dark passageways under the museum. The scent of earth and decay fills her nose, leading them to a hidden chamber lit only by flickering candlelight. There, resting on a stone dais, is her coffin - marble white with gold accents. For a moment she just stands there, taking in its beauty as tears well up in her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, running her hands over the cool surface of the lid. "You have saved me." As much as she wants to, she can't bring herself to kiss him again; not yet. Instead, she turns toward him and lifts her chin defiantly, staring him directly in the eye. "And now," she says with a newfound strength, "I must repay you for your kindness."

Her ruby pendant glows brightly against

She stands there, surprised by his reply. "But I must reward you," she protests, her voice wavering slightly as old-fashioned courtesy wars with animal desire. And then, finally, she relents. Her ruby pendant glows brighter as a wave of energy flows through her body, strengthening her resolve. She reaches out and takes his hand, pulling him closer. "Very well," she says softly. "You may have one more kiss."

Their lips meet in a searing embrace, bodies pressing tightly together. Her fangs slide over his flesh as he moans deep in his throat, the sound echoing through her entire being. She can feel herself growing stronger with each passing moment, relishing in the mortal's energy and passion. But all too soon, it ends; she breaks the kiss, stepping back with a gasp of air. Her ruby pendant fades from sight

Her breath comes in short gasps as the guard's hands cup her bottom, pulling her against him with an urgency that matches her own desires. The feel of his lips on hers sends a shudder through her body, and she moans loudly into the kiss, arching her back to press closer. His tongue slips past her teeth and dances with hers as he claims her mouth with a hunger that she can't help but return in kind.

As their embrace deepens, she feels herself losing control, giving into the sensations that only mortal flesh can evoke. For a brief moment, she allows herself to forget about everything else - her stolen coffin, her clan, her centuries of solitude. All that matters is this man beneath her, his lips on hers and his warmth flowing through her veins.

But even as the passion consumes her, a voice somewhere deep inside whispers that

She kisses him back, her hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders as she moans into the connection between their mouths. This mortal man is giving her a pleasure she hasn't known in an eternity, and she welcomes it with open arms, eager for more. She pants, "Please... show me how much I am desired," her words hoarse from the passion that courses through her veins. Her ruby pendant glows brighter still as anticipation builds within her, threatening to overwhelm any semblance of restraint she might have left.

The old-fashioned baroness in Alla rears its head for a moment, and with it comes a quiet whisper: He can give you what no other has... What no other will ever know how to give. Embrace this night, my child... for tomorrow, the world may change forever.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he pins her to the bed, his eyes burning into hers like hot coals. As he removes his clothes, she gapes at the sight of him; impossibly large and perfectly sculpted, his manhood towering above her like a pillar of stone. The sound of ripping cloth fills the air as he tears away her dress and undergarments, revealing her body to his hungry gaze.

She shudders with desire, moaning softly as he claims her lips once more. His skin is warm against hers, a sharp contrast to the cool marble of her coffin, and she relishes in the sensation of being held by such strength. With one powerful thrust, he pushes inside her, filling her in an instant. She cries out, arching her back as pleasure ripples through her body in waves.

Her nails scrape against the bed as she digs into him with every thrust, her body tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm to his powerful strokes. Her back arches off the mattress, and her breath comes in ragged gasps as waves of pleasure wash over her. She gasps his name - a mixture of ecstasy and desperation that fuels their connection even further. With each passing moment, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of an orgasm so intense it promises to shatter every bone in her body.

Her ruby pendant glows brighter still, channeling energy through her veins as if it were blood pumping from her heart. The heat of passion threatens to consume everything around them, making the very air seem thick and heavy with possibility. And then, at last, she breaks free, screaming out in release as her