“I feel fine”

“I... I feel fine, don’t worry about me, let’s get her and then we’ll feast on some juicy cock...”

Her voice lingers for a while on the last word. You hesitate for an instant but maybe she is right, maybe you worry too much. She is not your fragile little sister anymore, she is a powerful creature of the night, just like you. You have one last look at her before you start running towards the Celestial Bar.

The place is packed as the last concert of the evening starts. Amongst the crowd of party goers you can sense the other members of the Horde mingling around with their victims. A few bites here, an array of fingers there, a threesome by the door to the balcony, a deep throat behind the bar. The air is charged with cum and blood. It is glorious. You would love to join but you have more pressing matters to attend.

A shaking hand falls on your forearm. You turn around. Deb is livid, well livid-er than she should be. Her eyes, bloodshot pits of despair, beg you.

“Get the fuck out!” You tell her, “go to the balcony and wait for me. I will try to find a trail.”

She nods and rushes through the door nearly tripping on the threesome.

You turn back and concentrate. The stench of sex and blood is delicious but you have to Obey the Command, you have to deliver your prey to your Mistress. You inhale and close your mind to the distraction...

Menthol cigarettes... not the right brand. You step into the dance floor, eyes still closed. Is that it...? Yes! Coconut and Garlic, Clover mixed with basil, she was here... not too long ago...

The scent is faint but, as it leads you out of the crowd, it becomes stronger and therefore easier to follow.

Towards the balcony... The sea breeze hits you in the face as you step outside. The trail is suddenly swept away by an strong odor of salt, algae, rotting fish comming from the sea. The wind turns and the sea scent turns to fuel and fumes from the engines of the boat.

You stop and kneel to get out of the wind. The clover with basil is back, faint but clearly discernable. You walk towards the Olympic pool.

You spot Deb. She is waiting for you by the guardrail.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, much better.”

But she does not look the part. The dark shadows under her eyes have deepened. A little string of saliva is pouring down her jaw line.

“Sure?”

“Let’s go,” she spits growling, “let’s get this over with so I can feed.”

“Okay, okay...”

You can feel her tensing behind you as you enter the pool area. You wonder for a moment if you should do something about it but, once again, you dismiss the thought.

At this time of the evening, there are very few people by the pool and in no time you catch Nicole’s scent.

On top of the perfumes you have been following, the air surrounding Nicole’s trail is charged with **** and a hint of weed. You smile, this is going to be so easy, she is probably sleeping off tonight’s abuses...

And so you find her, laying on her belly on a deck chair in a small secluded garden not too far from the pool.

“Nicole?”

A grunt passes her lips. She is not completely out, but barely. You do not know what Mina has in store for her but she might have to wait for your former friend to sober up.

You sit by her side, combing her hair, enjoying her aroma and the end of your hunt.

“Nicole? You have to come with us... We met someone tonight that wants to meet you...”

The nerdy beauty by your side closes her mouth with a disgusting slurping sound and tries to raise an eye lid with little success.

“Mumble grumble... fokof... grumble...”

“Nicole, you really have to come with us...”

But you cannot go any further as the rumbling you started hearing a few moments ago and dismissed as a new engine being turned on... or whatever it was that was happening in the bowels of the ship... turns into a roar.

Deb knocks you out of the sun lounger jumping on Nicole’s back. Ass on the tiled floor, you can only watch your frantic sister, turned into a feral beast, dig a profound trench into the neck of your mistress’ target.

“Fuck you Deb!” You say standing, “we were supposed to bring her untouched to Mina...”

But you cannot go further, all the effort you put into tracking Nicole’s scent have sharpened your sense of smell and the perfume of your former friend’s blood, now abundantly pouring on her back, is absolutely unique... almost irresistible.

Scratch that, totally irresistible. So irresistible, that you cannot refrain yourself from jumping by your sister’s side and burying your fangs into squirming and panting Nicole to get as much of this absolute nectar as possible.

You suck and you suck and you suck and slowly something happens to you. You change...