Ami Surrenders

The nest of vampires cheered and clapped as Drax declared the identity of his dark bride, while Ami stood stunned on the dancefloor.

"Me? His dark bride?"

It all made sense now, it felt like a missing piece of the puzzle that was her life had been found.

From the moment she met him she felt attracted, almost transfixed on him.

She remembered the feeling of his fangs on her neck, the promise of power and eternity that came with them.

And all she had to do was surrender, right here and right now.

What was there left to fight for?

She looked across the room at Alanna, the reason she even came into the club. Alanna had been turned, looked fantastic and was happier than ever, her red pvc corset pushing up her breasts, locked in a passionate kiss with a male vampire.

All that was left was him, all that was left was Drax, and she couldn't bring herself to kill him. Ami would do it. Ami would surrender to Drax, let him turn her into his vampiress, and take the throne by his side as his dark queen. She would finally be wanted and belong.

"Now." Drax declared after the applause subsided, "Who will volunteer to retrieve the choker, so I can hypnotize Ami and claim her?". Several hands shot up and the groveling of loyal vampires to please their king began.

"Send me master!"

"No send me"

"I can do it the fastest"

Drax smiled seeing his subjects clamoring to please him.

"You won't have to hypnotize Ami!". A lone female voice cut through the crowd.

"And why is that, Amanda?" Drax asked incredulously, the newcomer having piqued his interest.

"Because....." the woman reached into her mouth and pulls out the fake fangs, dropping them to the floor, much to the confusion of the nest of vampires.

(Beatrice gave Ami a phrase to say that would break the spell, if needed)

"I willingly break the spell!"

White mist surrounds Ami and clears to reveal Ami for what she really looks like, her skin no longer pale, her lips their normal pink, and her eyes brown.
The nest breaks out into hisses, but Drax looks on in silent intrigue.

Alanna pushes her way to the front of the crowd.
"Ami! Why are you here?"
"I came to save you, but I see now I'm here to save myself." Ami stared back at Drax.

"Why won't I need the choker? Why won't I need to overpower your bloodline and hypnotize you?", he asked with a fangy smirk, already knowing the answer, but he wanted, needed her to say it.

"I surrender Drax. I, Ami Van Helsing surrender to you, I want your fangs, your venom flowing through me, and to be turned into your dark bride."

Drax had never been so turned on, so excited, so vindicated as in this one moment.

Alanna smiled, knowing this meant victory for the vampires.

Drax smiled, and raised his hand, sending a dark cloud of mist towards Ami.

"W-what are your doing?", Ami asked, unsure what was happening.

"Before I turn you," Drax began as the mist surrounded Ami, obscuring her baggy sweatshirt and blue jeans.

"A dark bride needs a dark dress." Drax declared as the mist dispersed, leaving Ami standing in the middle of the dance floor in a busty black gown:

Drax extends his hand, "Come to me, my dark bride."

The crowd parts, and Ami slowly approaches the throne, and takes Drax's hand. He pulls Ami into him, with a hand on the small of her back.
The crowd falls silent.

"You surrender? I've waited so long for this" Drax looks down at Ami's breast being pushed up and pressed against him. How badly he wanted to sink his fangs into her.

"I'm yours Drax, claim me, claim your dark bride." Ami begged, tilting her head and exposing her neck for him to bite.