Kayley was somewhat aware, as she usually was, how fucked the situation really was, as she checked her text messages.

Her (wonderful) mistress was a vampire, powered by the blood of the living. And she was very, very good at collecting choice sources of it.

Kayley was one of them. Drained somewhat and put under a spell, she was a (happy) thrall. Incapable of refusing her (sexy) mistress' every command and desire, she existed on her mistress' leash.

Worse (better), apparently she was something special, making her mistress more powerful, more vital. People like her apparently existed, and they were very, very valuable for vampires.

Oh look, oh happy day, there it was! A text from a contact whose only name in her phone was five hearts! She didn't even know her (perfect) mistress' name, and would never be able to think to ask.

"The illusion is set. Drop into my thrall, and come to me."

The smile was on Kayley's face - a very special smile that would normally tell anyone who looked something was deeply, deeply wrong. 

Mistress had explained this one. An illusion over this entire part of the city, which would render Mistress and even signs of her influence over her thralls (who were all friends).

Kayley stripped to her underwear, picked up her purse, stuck her phone in, and put socks and shoes on. Just like Mistress liked.

Then, her arms rose, and she started to stiffly walk out into the streets.

Thralls obeyed. Thralls were smart about it - remember to lock her apartment door, for example - but they obeyed.

She was happy to be Mistress' thrall.

She walked, and watched people ignore her. No looks of confusion or fear. Did they see her at all? What did they see her as? She was a thrall. She did not care. She obeyed.

Before long, she was at what looked like a slightly exclusive nightclub. Most within were Mistress' thralls, most were half naked, and the rest weren't noticing. The fellow thralls were mostly moving the same way as her, a few instead chatting up random customers to decide who might become Mistress' new thralls that night.

Kayley was happy that Mistress' plan was succeeding. The smile on her face matched so many others.

Mistress would feed well indeed this night.

Kayley smiled.