Breakfast at midnight

“Hey,” you stop them backing up towards the doors.

Mischievously, you look at both extremities of the corridor, just to make sure you are alone. You test the doorknob. As expected, it is closed but that will not stop you from getting those two in a bed of pancakes. You **** slowly and soon you hear the lock burst.

“Quickly!” You tell them, holding the door ajar.

The redhead, giggling, steps in first followed by the man who looks at the door, and then at you with a weird smile.

“I exercise a lot,” you answer closing the door behind you.

The place is huge, you count twenty or so round tables already dressed for the next morning and a very long buffet. The room has no portholes and all the lights are off. The two humans stumble around in the darkness.

“Are we sure this is such a good idea?” The man asks, “our room is just five minutes away.”

The girl does not have as many qualms as she lets her dress fall to the ground. Her whole body is covered in freckles and even from this distance and in pitch black darkness you are able to detail each and everyone of them. Silently, you walk to her. You lift her elbows and arms above her head, basking in the delightful scent of her hair. Slowly she starts swaying her hips against your crotch. You bring her arms down and imprison them around her bare chest with your own. You start teasing her ear forcing her to bend her head to a side.

“Guys? Where are you?” The man asks a bit further away.

With your front teeth you pinch the skin of her neck.

“You like that, don’t you?” You ask so softly that only she can hear you.

“Mmmh mmmh,” she answers.

Your hands caress her belly, playing an instant with the piercing That sticks out her belly button.

“Guys? I am looking for the lights but I can’t seem to find them. Does any of you have a light or a phone?”

Your fingers mingle for a moment in the hair of her harsh red bush. The tip of your index finds her button. You press.

“Mmmh,” she exhales.

Your fangs gently penetrate the skin of her neck. She lets out a loud moan.

“Guys? Have you started without me?”

The blood start flowing into your mouth. You drink and you suck accelerating the process. The girl’s moans have turned into small screams of pleasure.

The man is approaching, but you want a show... a sister to finish this. Your finger leaves her clit, reaching further, you dive him and three of his little friends inside of her. Using her innards as a handle, you lift her off the ground and take a few steps away from the man. Just far enough to confuse him, to lose him for a little while longer.

The redhead’s blood keeps pouring down your throat, you bite her again to get even more of it. And again, and again... and she does not seem to mind.

« Guys! Stop fooling around, I want some of that too!”

Once again he is at arm’s length and once again you have to move away but this time, the blood flow is weaker, the moans and screams grow duller.

You are almost there, you think laying the dying girl on one of the tables.

“Guys... this is not funny.”

You are about to swirl towards him as the redhead’s transformation is nearly finished when suddenly a terrible headache hits you.

“SISTER, YOU WILL COME TO THE BRIDGE, YOU WILL COME TO ME!”

The voice in your head sounds like your own.

Reluctantly you leave the lovebirds behind.