"YES!", but no... not yet

“Brooke… you’re a virgin, right? Answer truthfully, please.”

How could you ask that?

She hesitates for a moment before answering, biting her lip.

Suddenly a weird image appears in your mind. Ancient runes. You shouldn’t understand their meaning but you do: obfuscate, presence, domination, celerity, protean, auspex... There are levels against them, some reach all the way up to eleven and even twelve but others linger around four or five. Domination starts glowing. There’s a little gauge to the left filled with some red liquid. You see the level going down. Those names do ring a bell… But you have other things on your mind right now. One of them is the blonde Latina teen in front of you.

“Yes, Mr. Leclair.”

How could she answer that? Merde! What is happening to you? To her?

“Good… Virgins get wet so easily… Are you wet right now Brooke?”

“Shut the hell up,” you think, “this is going nowhere good…”

Or is it?

“No, Mr. Leclair…”

“Please, call me Benjin.”

“No… Benjin, I’m not wet…”

“Are sure? Maybe you should check.”

“I…”

“Brooke, you should obey your teacher. I don’t like it when I’m not obeyed…”

_“Merde, merde, merde!” You think, “what am I doing? Why do I like it so much? Why am I so stiff? So thirsty?”_

Clumsily, Brooke unbuttons her jeans and slides a hand inside her panties. You can smell her delicious flower.

“So? Are you wet?”

“I… I am…”

“How wet are you, Brooke?”

“… Very …”

“Come on Benjin, take a hold of yourself, you can’t do this… You have to stop…”

But you open your door, you reach out towards the innocent girl, your innocent prey, your delicious dinner.

"Dinner?"

Red, blue, red. A siren behind you. You turn around. The local sheriff, a prick, he never liked you. He doesn’t like foreigners and he interrupted your dinner.

"Dinner?"

“What the hell is happening here?” He spits getting out of his car.

Your hold over Brooke is weakened, you can feel her mind slipping away from your grasp. Hastily she buttons her pants and runs away in the night. The sheriff is towering over you now, you are still horny but clearly not for him.

“Mr. Leclair, what is happening here?”

Apparently, Anne Rice was wrong, vampires are not pansexual.

“What the fuck?” you think, “where did that thought come from? Vampire?”

“Mr. Leclair? Are you listening to me?”

“Vampire,” you think, “the word sounds right, vampire…”

“Listen up you perv! You’re a teacher and one of your students was masturbating in front of you. So I’m going to lock you up and throw you into a pit where all you perverted pedos are butt **** by big black cocks.”

He laughs.

“Do you like big black cocks, you fucking frog?”

Something snaps inside you. Calm and confidence take over.

“Sheriff, you should really make up your mind. Either I’m a pedophile or a homosexual, Brooke Mercado is a girl, so I can’t really be both, can I? Or is your tiny brain incapable of discernment? Now please Sheriff, please go fuck yourself in a ditch, I have other things to attend to.”

Domination is glowing again, the gauge goes down again. The sheriff walks back to his car and takes the direction of the town outskirts. You have the feeling that he’s literally on his way to … fuck himself in a ditch. You laugh.

You don’t know how it came to pass but you are definitely going to enjoy a drink with Dracula.