Kylie swanned into the hall her prom was being held in, relishing in the stares she attracted. Everything about her appearance was designed to attract notice, from the sweep of her wavy black hair over one shoulder, to her figure-hugging red dress, its broad diagonal straps across her chest showing substantial amounts of her breasts and leaving her upper back exposed, cluing everyone in that there was no way she could be wearing a bra. She smirked to herself as (not for the last time this evening, she was sure) she took the spotlight. Gazes swept across her, envious and adoring in equal measure, and lustful in quite a few cases. And well they should stare, she thought to herself. Get a good look at your future Prom Queen, and know you’ll never be on my level.

It wasn’t actually confirmed that she would be Prom Queen, of course - the voting was yet to even commence. But her levels of popularity practically guaranteed it. So what if she was earning some of those votes through fear? A win was a win, and she’d get to bask in the glory all night. Of course, it would come with the drawback of having to dance with whoever became Prom King. Her influence only extended so far, and the organisers had refused to accept her proposition of electing two Queens instead so she’d have even the barest chance of dancing with someone she was attracted to. On the other hand, it wasn’t like many of the girls here lived up to her standards either, so it wasn’t exactly the biggest loss.

Moving away from the crowds somewhat, Kylie paused to pull out a compact mirror and check her makeup. As she’d expected, it was slightly out of place, and so she moved towards the bathrooms to touch it up before the main event began. She couldn’t see anyone else in the room as she pulled her stuff from her handbag. There was a locked stall, but nobody behind the door; it must be out of order or something. Good - she didn’t need any spectators for this part of the night.

Makeup fixed, she was moving from the sink to head back out when she heard the rustling of cloth from behind her. Turning around, she heard a voice.

“Just a sec there, Kylie.”

She blinked in confusion as she now saw another girl leaning against the locked door. She could’ve sworn that nobody was in here, and yet here she was: a short, slight girl in a dark green strapless dress, contrasting with her deep red hair and pale skin. Kylie searched in her memory for the girl’s name - Sandra? Sabrina? - before it clicked.

“Samantha. What do you want? I’ve got a busy night ahead of me, you know,” she scoffed. Samantha had been a minor pain to her throughout high school - never outspoken or popular enough for her to bother with, but never particularly concerned with her either, it would seem. Kylie’s threats of ostracisation and promises of friendship and status alike had never bothered the redhead, who’d always brushed them off with a sardonic smile - the same one she was wearing now, come to think of it.

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” she replied to Kylie’s statement. “It must be so much work, bullying everyone into voting for you.”

Kylie had to fight the scowl that was threatening to appear on her face, if only because she didn’t want to ruin her makeup again. “I have no idea what you’re going on about. It’s not my fault if you mistake having more friends and being more popular than you for bullying.”

Samantha just smiled more broadly. “Yes, silly me. Shoving people against lockers and telling your cronies to pretend they don’t exist isn’t bullying, it’s just how popularity works; I understand now. So I guess you think you deserve to be Prom Queen?”

Kylie scoffed again. “Of course I do! What kind of dumb question is that?!”

“Well, it’s just funny. The official rules state that the Prom Queen and King are meant to embody the school’s values of community, tolerance, and excellence. And I’m not sure where to see any of those in you. I’m not sure you should be in the running at all.”

“Do you seriously believe in those silly little rules?” Kylie was actively angry now. “Everyone knows this is a popularity contest, nothing more, and I will win it. You can’t expect me to - what, resign from it? - just because of what some dumb piece of paper says. You know what? I don’t even have to justify myself to you. We’re done here.”

Kylie turned on her heel and began to sweep out of the bathroom, barely even looking where she was going, only to find herself slamming to a stop. She blinked in confusion. There was nothing there in front of her, and yet when she tried to walk forward, her progress was halted, as though there was an invisible wall in front of her. But that was ridiculous, surely…

“Having some trouble?” She whirled around, finding Samantha still leaning against the stall door, that grin still plastered on her face.

“No!” she hissed, and strode forward with renewed vigour, only to slam into that barrier again.

“I wouldn’t keep doing that if I were you,” Samantha warned. “Although, who am I to tell you not to repeatedly walk into a wall, if that’s what you’re feeling like? It’ll be entertaining, at the very least…”

Kylie glared at her. “What the fuck is going on here? How is this happening?”

“Well, I don’t have time to get into all of it… but to put it simply, that barrier’s not going anywhere until we have a polite conversation about how you’re not becoming Prom Queen.”

“No fucking chance,” Kylie growled. Samantha just shrugged.

“Suit yourself. Worst case scenario, I wait out the whole night in here with you. You can’t be crowned if you’re not available, after a-”

She was cut off by Kylie lunging at her. Clearly, whatever the hell was going on was something to do with Samantha, and so maybe by attacking her, Kylie could get rid of it. She had several inches of height on the slim redhead, more weight to match, and likely more muscle, so this should be an easy prospect, right?

In one respect, Kylie was proven correct: it was a very one-sided scuffle. In all other respects, however, she was completely wrong. As soon as she moved, Samantha dodged out of the way with almost blinding speed. In the blink of an eye, she felt hands on her, pushing her against the same door. She tried to struggle against her, but Samantha’s grip was somehow like iron. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, Kylie found herself pinned to the door, her hands trussed up against her back, and, humiliatingly, Samantha’s thigh pressed between her own legs. She couldn’t even move an inch as the redhead smirked at her.

“Or, I suppose, we can go for plan B: I compel you to pull out of the race. Which is much less polite… but so much more fun for me.”

Kylie was full-on panicking. “What- how- huh?” she stammered, before settling on “HELP!”

Samantha chuckled. “Sorry, the barrier’s soundproof as well. You feeling more cooperative yet, or should I continue with plan B?”

Kylie whimpered. “How are you even doing this?”

Samantha seemed to think to herself for a couple of seconds, during which time Kylie continued to struggle futilely. The redhead didn’t seem to even be putting any effort into restraining her, but her hold was inescapable. Then she seemed to make up her mind. She was briefly an impossible blur of motion again, and once again before Kylie could react, she found that her captor was now holding both her arms in place with just one hand, leaning against the stall door as she did so. The thought briefly crossed her mind that her legs were free now, before Samantha spoke again.

“Why don’t you look in the mirror, hm?” She nodded towards the other wall, which Kylie realised she now had a better view of after Samantha’s readjustment. “I think that’ll clear some things up.”

“The mirror? What does that have to do with-” Kylie looked over even as she was ridiculing the suggestion, and froze. She was the only person in the reflection, arms and legs bound by nothing at all.

Kylie’s jaw dropped open in shock. Her brain was struggling to catch up, and she found herself stammering. “You’re a- but they don’t- I’ve seen you- I- I-”

Samantha grinned at her fully for the first time, baring her teeth, and oh God, those were definitely not just canines in her jaw. She turned back around, still leaving only one hand on Kylie’s two but reinserting her leg, fully trapping the brunette once more.

“To answer those non-questions in order: Yes, I’m a vampire. Yes, we do actually exist. And yes, I can walk around during the day for a while - although I can’t use any of these neat tricks I’ve been employing when I do.”

Kylie’s mind latched on to that last statement. “Tricks? What do you mean?!”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Keep up, dear. You not seeing me until you were done? Invisible, soundproof wall? Super speed and strength? Those ring any bells? And speaking of my tricks, one last chance: you agree to pull out of the race and keep your mouth shut, and I don’t enthrall you into doing so. Although…” She sniffed the air, almost performatively. “Maybe you’d prefer that? You seem to be… enjoying yourself already.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I’m not enjoying this, and you’re going to let me go right now!” Kylie redoubled her struggling for a moment, only to realise that, given the position the two of them were in, doing so caused her to rub up against the shorter girl’s leg, and- oh. For some inexplicable reason, she could feel heat beginning to build within her core. Samantha seemed to clock her realisation, nudging her leg further up as she spoke again.

“Well, if you’re not volunteering to give in… how about you just look into my eyes?”

Kylie briefly saw Samantha’s eyes beginning to glow, changing from their usual brown to a bright red, before she screwed her own eyes shut, desperately craning her neck to look away from her captor. Samantha just chuckled once more.

“Sorry, Kylie, but that ship has sailed. Now you’ve seen how pretty, how alluring, how enthralling my eyes can be… you want more, don’t you? You want to gaze deep into my eyes, find yourself falling and sinking and dropping for me, isn’t that right?”

Kylie groaned in response. The vampire was right - something in her wanted to look back at Samantha, to meet her stare, to subm- no, she wasn’t going to give in. No matter how good her body felt when she thought about giving in, even as Samantha’s free hand reached up to caress her cheek and her lips moved closer to whisper into her ear.

“That’s right, just submit to me. It’ll be painless; once I’ve got what I want, I’ll leave you be. And it feels so good to submit, so good to obey, so good to give yourself over to me.” The hand started to trail down to Kylie’s chest, staying barely within the bounds of propriety as Samantha continued. “Or you could look at it this way - the quicker you give in, the more time you’ll have to schmooze at prom. I want to let you have your fun after this, but I can’t do that if you’re being bad. And you don’t want to be a bad person, deep down, do you? You want to be good, be someone who would have earned the crown. You want to be good for me, feel more of the pleasure of submission. Or maybe I’m lying. Maybe you could take just one more tiny peek, just to prove that you can resist my eyes. Wouldn’t that be fun?” She punctuated that remark with a light squeeze that sent shivers down Kylie’s spine and caused her to emit a brief gasp. Her eyes almost opened before she marshalled herself once more. Samantha kept going. “You know what you want right now, and it’s more pleasure, and you get that by giving in. So come on, take what you want. Open your eyes. Look at me. Submit to me. Obey me.”

Kylie’s eyes flew open as she let out a sound somewhere in the middle of a growl, a sob, and a debaucherous moan, and met Samantha’s gaze. The red glow was even brighter now, and Kylie found herself unable to look away, as she sank and sank and sank and surrendered to the vampire’s will. “Good girl,” Samantha cooed tenderly, and then Kylie felt nothing.

***

Samantha stepped back and examined her prize. Kylie was half-slumped against the stall door, eyes glazed and half-closed, mouth hanging slackly open, nipples clearly on edge. Her temporary thrall was so deep it was honestly a miracle she was standing at all - clearly she had quite the force of will, even in this dazed state. She scented the air again. Bathrooms were usually an unpleasant place for her given her heightened sense of smell, but this one, newly cleaned as it was, was tolerable, and as such, the main scent that reached her was that of Kylie’s arousal. Clearly her queen-bee attitude belied a more submissive side, one which perhaps even the brunette had been unaware of until now.

Samantha reached out and pushed on Kylie’s bare shoulders, sliding her down the door into a sitting position, leaving her legs outstretched in front of her. The brunette offered no resistance, her mind flooded with obedience. Crouching down, the vampire reached out a hand to gently cradle Kylie’s jaw, pulling her gaze to meet hers. The brunette’s sleepy eyes met her own, opening more fully as they did so without losing the cast of sleepy complacence. Their eye colours were now inverted, Samantha’s returning to their natural brown while Kylie’s gained a duller red glow, the definitive mark of her enthrallment. The vampire almost subconsciously licked her lips before remembering herself: enthralling bullies against their will was one thing, but feeding from them was quite another. Instead, she returned her mind to the task at hand.

“Kylie. When I let you go, you will do everything in your power to avoid becoming Prom Queen. I would suggest you first try to pull out of the race directly, but if that’s impossible, you will tell anyone you can that they do not have to vote for you. You will try not to act out of character for your usual self, and you will not give any indication that I had anything to do with this decision. If pressed, I would recommend you reference the official rules, but that’s up to you - you’re a bright girl, I’m sure you’ll figure something out; whatever’s most believable. Once you’re satisfied you’ve carried out my instructions to a satisfactory degree, you will report back to me so I can release you. Is that understood?”

Kylie gave a slow, languid blink, clearly having to work up the mental energy to reply. “Yes, Mistress,” she finally slurred.

Samantha smiled at her again. “Good girl,” she told her, noting to herself with pleasure the subtle shiver this praise produced. “Now, I have a question for you. While you’re doing this, you can either be mindlessly obedient, like you are now, or you could be fully awake and aware of what your body is doing. Genuinely, which would you prefer?”

Kylie again had to consider for a good few seconds before making her reply. “Aware, Mistress.”

“Sure thing. Let me just fix that now…” Samantha concentrated for a couple of seconds on the enchantment, before lightly flicking Kylie’s nose. “Boop! Welcome back.” Kylie blinked rapidly as her mind readjusted to… well, existing. Still held by Samantha’s power, however, she otherwise gave no reaction.

“Just a few more minor considerations to take care of, and then you’ll be good to go. Stand up for me.” Kylie climbed up to her feet, staring straight ahead. Samantha summoned some of her power and flicked it towards her, nodding in approval as her thrall’s hair, makeup, and dress readjusted themselves and the minor accumulated grime of the bathroom fell off her. “We can’t have you looking anything other than your best, can we? Now, then…” She turned her focus to the other magic she’d wrought, rapidly dismissing the invisible barrier she’d laid over the entrance, as well as the spell she’d put up to ensure no-one else would disturb them. Satisfied there were no traces left of her presence, she turned back to Kylie.

“Right then. You’re all good to go!” To emphasise her point, she gave the brunette a light tap on the rear, eliciting a slight squeak before her commands fully took hold and Kylie flounced out of the bathroom, acting as though she were unaware of Samantha’s presence. Grinning to herself in anticipation, Samantha turned back to the stall door, turning into a bat to fly in and unlock it from the inside, before stepping out into the hall and turning her attention to her more pleasant classmates.

***

Kylie tried to resist Samantha’s orders, she truly did, but the vampire’s hold on her was inescapable. It wasn’t helped by the fact that, whenever she thought about her, she had to stop herself from thinking of how hot it was to be pinned against the wall, to sink into Mist- Samantha’s eyes, to blankly follow her orders…

She pulled herself out of this spiral, only to find that she was striding purposefully to the voting station, arms and legs swinging of their own accord. Before she could even contemplate turning away, Jane, the head of the student council, had noticed her presence.

“Oh - hi, Kylie,” she squeaked. “W-what can I help you with?”

Again, she tried to take control of the situation - or, more accurately, her body - but she was overruled by Samantha’s will, and instead found herself adopting a slightly nervous posture and beginning to speak.

“So, I was wondering - if, theoretically, someone wanted to be excluded from consideration from Prom Queen… how would they go about that?” All her skills were now being used against her, by her; her voice carrying just the right mixture of inquisitiveness and faked malice that she could, plausibly, be talking about someone else. Jane raised an eyebrow before remembering who she was talking to, and instead shook her head.

“I’m really sorry, but no can do. Voting’s already started, so if someone withdrew now, that wouldn’t be fair to anyone who’d cast their vote. I hope that’s understandable?”

Jane looked genuinely scared of what Kylie’s reaction might be. Being slightly detached from the conversation, Kylie found herself feeling a slight pang of… was that guilt? If she had been in charge of her body, she realised, she probably would be ranting at Jane, so this wasn’t exactly an unusual reaction for her to have, and normally she’d take delight in it, but… Had that conversation with Samantha actually struck a chord in her? Why? Again, she found herself wool-gathering for long enough that she almost didn’t register her body and voice striking a new tone.

“That is… understandable. In that case… consider the blackmail called off. You don’t have to vote for me if you don’t want.” The tone of sincerity in her voice almost sickened her, and then she noticed the expression on Jane’s face: a mixture of hope, fear that she was lying, and sheer bafflement.

“I… what? Are you sure? Why?”

Kylie found that she was cocking an eyebrow herself. “Is that really something you want to be questioning me on? I might change my mind any time, you know…” Sensing that that wouldn’t be enough, she found herself continuing. “But seriously… I don’t fucking know. Call it a sudden pang of conscience or whatever, but I don’t want to threaten my way into this meaningless prize. Someone else can have it for all I care. Happy graduation.”

She spun around, not waiting for an answer, but caught out of the corner of her eye a genuinely happy expression spreading across Jane’s face. Huh. Something about doing that felt… good? Even though it hadn’t been her speaking, not really, choosing to take the moral high ground and seeing how that affected her classmate felt was oddly rewarding. Why?

She tried to brush it off, but as her body and mouth continued to be puppeted around the hall, dancing to Samantha’s tune, it kept happening. Every time she rescinded a threat, after the initial shock wore off, they seemed genuinely emotional. Every time that happened, she felt unreasonably good about it. Why? Why did giving up this power she’d wielded make her feel better? She should have been raging, and yet everyone’s gratitude somehow made it all worth it. Did people really enjoy being good this much, all the time?

And then there was the other matter. A few times on her circuit, she found herself glancing over to Samantha. Each time, she received an oddly warm, rewarding smile from her, and invariably, she felt her cheeks heating in response. Was she actually… attracted to the vampire? No, surely not, she must have done something, but when? As far as she could tell, all her time in the bathroom was present and accounted for in her memories, fuzzy as some of them were.

With a start, Kylie realised she’d checked off everyone she’d threatened, and so was now walking up to Samantha. Well, at least she might get some answers now. The vampire inclined her head towards Kylie as she approached. “Dance with me,” she ordered, placing a hand on Kylie’s waist as the brunette moved her own hand to Samantha’s shoulder. “I trust it all went well?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she found herself replying. She could feel herself regaining some control over her mouth as she spoke, although the rest of her body remained firmly locked in the dance. “I believe the only people who will be voting for me now are those who actually like me… which isn’t many people, is it?”

Something in Samantha’s expression softened at her words. “I’m afraid not. I am truly sorry to have placed all of this on you at the last minute, but… well, you would have been unbearably smug if you had won, no?”

“That’s… a fair assessment, Mistress.”

They danced in silence for a bit, before Samantha spoke up again. “I can tell you have more questions for me. Ask away; I promise I’ll try to answer them to the best of my ability.”

“So… I felt oddly happy to be giving away all the power I had over my classmates. Was that something you did?”

“Not consciously, no. I guess there’s the prospect that I subconsciously affected you in that way, but I think what’s more likely is just that you’re discovering that being a good person feels good. Simple as that.”

“I suppose I’ve never really thought about it like that. I’ve always been more interested in power for myself than stopping to wonder whether being good might feel nicer. I might have to give it a try when I’m not being controlled into goodness by a vampire.”
“Point taken.”

“Although, speaking of…” Kylie faltered for a second, the blush returning to her cheeks. “I’ve noticed that it also feels, uh, good to be under your control. If you catch my drift. And so, I was thinking… could we do more? Sometime? If you’re alright with that?”

Samantha seemed to be genuinely surprised by the question. “So - hang on, you’re… what- attracted to me? Into being enthralled? What do you mean, exactly.”

“Um… both of those, I think.”

“Right. Okay. So. That… may genuinely be part of the enthrallment. It inherently has to feel good, y’know? Otherwise it’d be a lot harder to do to anyone. And I certainly didn’t help with the, uh, groping. Sorry about that.”

“So what are you saying, Mistress?”

“…Look, it’s not a no. But it is a “let’s not rush into this”. I’m about to release you, and when I do, I want you to give this some genuine thought, when your mind isn’t all addled by my control. If you still feel that way by the end of the evening, or some later date, then I’ll say yes, but I don’t want to risk the possibility of doing something we’ll both later regret, okay?” Kylie nodded, and Samantha continued. “Good to hear. In that case…”

Samantha’s eyes glowed again, more subtly this time, and Kylie felt the weight of proper orders pressing down on her again. “When I release you, you will not give any indication of what happened between us. You will not try to become Prom Queen again, either. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied automatically. It was odd - she hadn’t actually contemplated how she could undo what Samantha had done, almost as though she didn’t want to.

The vampire continued. “Good. My last order for you, then… Enjoy yourself. Don’t stew over what’s happened. This is your only chance for Prom, after all - you might as well make the most of it, yeah?” At that, she winked, and Kylie felt their connection shut off. Samantha smiled at her, almost wistfully, and peeled off, leaving her in the middle of the dance floor.

True to her Mistress’ orders, Kylie genuinely enjoyed the rest of the night. Her actual friends needed a bit more convincing that she hadn’t gone insane, but ultimately they didn’t push back too much, and soon she was having the night of her life. In the end, Michelle was elected Prom Queen. Ordinarily, Kylie might well have railed against the choice, but with Samantha’s words still ringing in her head, she realised that this was a genuinely good choice. Michelle was truly nice and, she ruefully reflected, had actually earned her popularity. And hey - she was pretty sure the guy voted as Prom King was someone Michelle had a major crush on, so that worked out far better for her than it would’ve for Kylie.

As the night wore on, though, she found her thoughts turning back to Samantha. The vampire had been correct - without the enthrallment in place, Kylie didn’t feel quite as intensely attracted to her. But still, there was something within her; something that wanted to be pinned against a wall, to fall deep into the red glow of her eyes… maybe even to be fed on? And then there was Samantha herself - how gorgeous she looked when she laughed, baring those fangs; how proud she looked of her friends as she danced with them; how alluring she was as she jokingly strutted across the floor to cheers and whoops. By the third or fourth (or maybe fifth or sixth) time she caught herself just staring at the redhead, Kylie had to admit it. She was smitten.

As people started to drift off, Kylie casually wandered back to Samantha. The vampire looked up and smiled.

“So, I take it your conclusion is the same?”

“I- uh, yes. If you would have me… I want you to make me yours.”

Samantha grinned at her, with an almost predatory cast to her eyes. She licked her lips, perhaps not entirely consciously, and reached out a hand, placing it on Kylie’s bare back. To a casual observer, it would have looked friendly, but there was something more to the gesture than that. Kylie could feel the claim that Samantha was making over her, then and there, and she loved it.

“In that case, darling, let’s talk next steps.”