An angel should have nothing to fear from the typical vampire. With a bit of concentration, her halo can flare with enough dazzling, holy brightness to instantly vaporize those who cannot survive even the mundane light of their local star.
Yet somehow she finds herself entranced by the intoxicating attention of one such creature of night making no effort to conceal her hunger toward the angel.
The angel knows what’s being done to her, but she does not struggle. She slips under the vampire’s spell.
It’s just so very pleasurable to succumb to the hypnotic compulsion of a vampire, after all. Being enthralled, pinned to a wall, bitten, her unresisting body used to sate another’s carnal desires… it feels much better than the compulsions of her halo.
Perhaps the other vampires in this den of sin should fear her, but it’s hard to fear a well-trained angel smiling—empty-eyed and blissful—wearing nothing but a leash clipped to her halo.
If anything, she seems excited to let everyone in the coven take their turn with her.