Calls The Lift

Rachel knew the scent it was one of her friends, if you could call them that anymore. She had a lingering suspicion that either her mother or sister had brought Denise here to be her first easy meal. Now the others were hunting her down in a predictable way, when Denise was anything but. After a few moments there was a nonchalant ding as the metallic doors opened and she glided into them.

Once inside she took in the scent within, she was right it was definitely Denise. Though she wasn't alone, maybe she'd brought along her boyfriend. Not that he'd be much use, all muscles definitely no brain although he apparently had a big cock. Rachel giggled to herself as she thought of turning him into a thrall and putting his cock to good use, she could even have Denise watch before damning her.

Rachel felt her pussy moisten at such a delightfully wicked idea, pressing a button she descended to the first floor. As she almost guaranteed that Denise will have done, exiting alone then having her boyfriend ride the lift to the bottom before rejoining her. After a few moments the door opened and she stalked down the corridor, honing in on the flutter of heartbeats of the last vestiges of humans yet to receive the gift.

Her ears flickered as she strode down the corridor toward the fire escape door that had been left ajar, no too obvious Rachel thought. Turning her attention away she noted a cleaning cupboard, unfurling her tongue she lapped at the air and knew that at least one of them lurked nearby. Expecting to taste and hopefully convert her first of many victims Rachel stepped forward taloned hand wrapping around the door handle as she bore her fangs and wrenched it open...