Zoe yawned. She slipped off her sandals and shuffled out of her thigh-hugging jeans. Now wearing her preferred sleepwear of just a cami and panties, she turned of the light and climbed into bed.

Rolling over on her side, she faced the window. The open curtains fluttered in the breeze, framing a full moon accented by wispy strands of clouds.

Wait, why was there a breeze? Hadn't she closed and locked the window? Well, it was open now. So, either she hadn't closed it, or...

Swallowing audibly, she turned to face the other side of the room. And then she gasped.

The woman stood barely a pace away from Zoe, clad in flowing white lace that was a shade darker than her pallid skin. She smiled seductively and gazed with brilliantly shining eyes. Then, she opened her mouth to reveal pointed, overlong canines.

Zoe trembled with fright. The vampire moved slowly, silently forward, shaking her head and pouting slightly.

"There, there. You needn't be scared. You'll feel no pain. You'll just drift off to sleep, and when it's over, you'll forget everything. Just look into my eyes. That's it, deep into my eyes."

The vampire's eyes shone with a ghastly inner light. Zoe stared deep into them. She continued staring. For a long time, she stared. She fidgeted as she stared. She cleared her throat, still staring.

"Look deep into my eyes," the vampire said. "Look deep and sleep. Sleep. Sleeeep."

Zoe shrugged, not feeling sleepy at all.

"Crap," the vampire said. "Why isn't it working? Why can't I ever get it to work? Master never has this problem. I mean, he put me in under in like two seconds. You were looking, right?"

The vampire pointed at her large, eerily bright eyes. Zoe nodded.

"This sucks. Ugh. Well, Plan A is a bust. We go with Plan B."

Unshouldering a small backpack that Zoe hadn't noticed with all the flowing lace, bared fangs, spooky eyes, and attempted hypnosis, the vampire began rummaging through it.

"Ah, we are."

The vampire held up a set of bondage restraints.

"Okay, out from under the covers," she instructed. "Arms and legs stretched out. Yes, like that. Good."

In a moment, Zoe lay spreadeagled on the bed, with each wrist and ankle cuffed and secured to it. She squirmed and wiggled, clenching and unclenching her fists, and scrunching and splaying her toes. Fear twisted her normally pretty face and drenched her body with sweat.

The vampire frowned and nodded at her victim's visible discomfort.

"Don't worry, sister. Yeah, the hypnosis didn't work. But you're still not going to feel any pain. And you still won't remember anything when it's all over. I promise."

Zoe screwed up her eyes and furrowed her brow as the vampire leaned in close. Then she gasped again as she felt--

No sharp tearing of her throat but instead--

A snugness around her scalp. And she heard a strange, rhythmic buzzing. She slowly opened her eyes. The vampire stood nearby, watching her intently.

"Hm, you don't look zonked out yet. It's probably too early. Yeah, that makes sense. Master said that his pal Frankie who invented the helmet said that it does take a minute or two. Once it gets going, though, it'll whammy you even more thoroughly than hypnosis. The effect lasts longer, too. At least according to what Master said Frankie said. Oh, well look at that. I think it's working."

Zoe's eyes had glazed over. Drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth, which was open in a dopey grin. She lay perfectly still, except for a slight twitching of her hands and feet in time to the cadence of the machine on her head.

The vampire smiled, licking her lips desirously.

"You are ready, my dear, and so am I. And as I promised, no pain and no memory of what happened."

Once again she leaned in close to her victim, this time with mouth open wide and fangs pointed towards Zoe's neck. But then she stopped. She eyed Zoe from head to toe. And she noticed how pretty Zoe's feet were. They were clean and smooth and recently pedicured.

Well, nothing said it had to be a neck. Ankles had blood vessels that would work just as well. With a shrug, the vampire changed positions, and then she drank, stroking Zoe's lusciously soft feet as she did.

Brainwashed into a mindless acceptance of her fate, Zoe moaned in harmonious ecstasy with the undead seductress who fed upon her.