Chapter 2

Erin

“Sleep tight my love…” the message on the locked screen states.

The sender is called Nasus. What a weird fucking name. I swipe it to get the conversation history but the phone asks me for a code. I hesitate for a second and try my own.

The phone unlocks. Yes!

This Nasus and vampire-me have a huge backlog of exchanges. I sit on the couch, pushing a bit sleeping Sam to be more comfortable and start browsing through the conversation history. It does not take me long to reach a picture.

It is a selfie sent by vampire-me. My alter ego’s chin is covered in blood. She is smiling wide, showing a magnificent pair of fangs. In her arms, a shirtless young blonde, gentle girl next door type, her eyes are half closed, she seems lost in a sea of pleasure. Her neck and tits show the same bite marks as Sam, blood trickles from the wounds… this is fucking hot!

I go back to the conversation trying to ignore the growing warmth in my pants. I almost instantly find a second picture. Also a selfie, this one sent by… Susan! Nasus is fucking Susan! Susan my love… Nasus is Susan written fucking backwards. And Susan/Nasus is a vampire too. A fucking vampire… and the picture is beyond hot. Shit!

The picture? Taken horizontally, it shows Susan/Nasus grinning with all her fangs. Fuck, that girl was already beautiful as a human, she is painfully gorgeous as a vamp! She is sitting on the floor in front of a large white couch. On the couch behind her, a pair of never-ending women legs, spread on a gleaming pussy. The thighs and the mons are once again covered in bite marks. Considering the spread of the juices and the translucent stains on the couch, there is little doubt that the girl squirted hard and plenty.

I let the phone down for a moment… was it such a shitty week? After all, if I play this right I could end up as any of these two girls… and if I play it even righter, I might end up being able to take selfies of my own…

I lift the phone again and start browsing through the pictures in the conversation. There are lots of them, loads and loads of them, piles upon piles…

Dozens of women and men. Women and men at various stages of undressing, some in sexual positions, others just showing the bites. Sometimes the victims are alive and seem well even though a bit absent, sometimes they look asleep or even dead.

I shiver, yet, somehow, it makes it even sexier. Eros and Thanatos, or some BS in those lines, I guess.

Sometimes it is one partner plus one of the vampires, sometimes it can be more. I find one specific picture sent by Nasus a couple of weeks ago where she is sitting in the front of a of half a dozen topless strippers in what looks like a titty bar all showing at least a bite on one of their breasts.

But my favorite is one sent by vampire-me. In it, she pauses with a pair of redhead twins. Each girl shows at least six or seven bites on their necks, my alter ego is between them making the victory sign with her fingers. My alter ego’s digits are covered in whitish goo that, I suspect, comes from the girls’ privates. The twins are ecstatic, their deep green eyes scream both infinite despair and absolute satisfaction.

After ten minutes or so, I find myself embedded in the couch, my tight jeans fly wide open, sliding a finger alongside my slit, masturbating to the pictures in the phone.

I feel the orgasm growing in my guts. I close my eyes and rest my head back imagining Susan’s fingers over my throat looking for a nice soft spot to sink her fangs in. As my breath becomes jerkier, I tilt the head to the side and open my eyes. I stare at Sam’s bites now imagining me or, to be more precise, vampire-me bending over him from behind while stroking his dick and letting my fangs tear through his flesh… I slip a finger in inside of me as I come hard… I close my eyes again and let the pleasure wash away.

My finger comes out of my jeans. I bring it to my nose enjoying the filthy scent I have grown to love.

My god, this is definitely not a bad week, I think as I relax.

Sam is snoring when I finally open my eyes again. The light behind the shutters has switched a bit. I think I fell asleep after that very nice rubbing seance. I check the time… yes, I slept at least four hours.

Not knowing what to do now, I unlock the phone and start browsing through the menus. Nothing specific except for the pictures and a folder called “take out” with a dozen online dating apps. I smile, vampire-me has a sick sense of humor.

Sam starts to show signs of waking up. I don’t want to confront him or anyone… not yet.

I step out of the flat and walk to the parking lot.

Nire

“Yhtak! Yhtak!”

The flat is not that big, I know the bitch can hear me and yet, she does not respond.

“Yhtak! God damn it!”

Finally, she pops her head out of her room.

“Yhtak? What the fuck is an yhtak.”

I look at her. My delicious Yhtak, my first meal… she hasn’t changed a bit. I am about to tell her that Yhtak is her name when I realize that it might not be the case on this side of the mirror.

“Could you please close the blinds, the sun is killing me…”

Literally, just the reverberation on the glass coffee table is hitting me pretty hard. Thank God for the windowless bathroom.

“Sure! Give me a sec…”

I lock myself back in the bathroom. I look at the shower, smell my armpits and decide it would not be such a bad idea.

Fifteen minutes later, I step out into the living room. Yhtak has closed the shutters all the way down and the flat is bathed in a dim twilight. Exactly what mama Nire needs. I am tired but also quite famished. I turn towards my formerly late roomie.

Legs tucked under her ass on the couch, my sweet little morsel, in her pink pajamas, is sipping on a mug of coffee while browsing through her phone.

My mouth waters as I contemplate a few routes to get into her, I would guess, pink panties.

And then I remember… Yhtak, my sweet Yhtak, shared with me this sick fascination for vampires, possibly one of the reasons why I turned.

“Y… I mean…”

Shit, how should I call her? Never mind, I got her attention… she looks at me over her phone.

“Erin, you look better… changed somehow…”

What kind of fucked up name is Erin? Anyway, I’d better get used to it as it seems to be mine.

“How is that?”

“I don’t know a bit taller, fitter also…”

“Are you calling me fat?” I answer with a faint joking smile.

“No, no, no, just… I don’t know… maybe all you needed was that shower. I assume that Susan and you are not… together anymore...”

Susan?!? Wait a second, Susan, Erin… Holy shit, the names on this side of the mirror are spelled backwards… so she must be Kathy… how the fuck do you pronounce that?

“I…” That would make sense, “no, not really but that does not matter anymore…”

“Oh, come on you just spent the last three days locked in your room crying…”

“Did I? I mean yes… three days…”

I take a few steps to reach the couch and sit by her side. I let my knee touch hers.

“Shit! you’re cold.”

I say nothing. I just keep smiling.

“I saw this movie last week with Susan, a vampire movie…”

I just made her scowl. I smile complicit before continuing.

“Pretty hot… it was about a group of friends who were invited to a movie premiere but the premiere was actually a front for some kind of vampiric curse to take hold of young modern people and spread into the world.”

She listens, I can hear the gears in her mind click as she makes a note to self of searching the movie as soon as she is alone.

“Lots of vampire sex…”

She gulps.

“I’m sure you would have loved it…”

“I… sure… I mean, if the plot is good…”

“The plot was original no doubt, but the vampire sex…”

She looks at me. She is both troubled and embarrassed. Back on my side of the mirror, when we were both alive, we had this unspoken pact never to talk about this… I guess we have it here too.

“Lots of bites…”

I run my hand over my bite. Overtime, the scar faded but a slight indentation in the skin remains, a shadow to remember. Her eyes widen…

“Lots of turning…”

I widen my smile, letting her get a quick glimpse of my fangs. She gulps again.

“There’s this scene with twins, one of them has already turned, the other is just cosplaying as a vamp… they are sitting in front of the protagonist in the movie theatre, they kiss for a while and then the vampire goes for the bite…”

I let the bathrobe open slightly on my breasts.

“So fucking hot…” I say closing my eyes.

“Erin?”

“Huh huh?”

“Are you trying to have rebound sex with me?”

“Why do you say that?” I ask now letting my fangs in full view.

“Because… you know we share the same fetish and it looks like you think you can get into my pants by putting some cheap fake fangs… I am sorry Erin but I don’t like girls…”

“Not even vampire girls?” I ask suckling on one of my fangs.

She looks pissed but at the same time I can smell that she is starting to grow interested, somehow.

“Not even vampire ones…”

She wanted to put intention in her reply but all she managed was a weird squeal.

“Ok… my bad, sorry about that.”

She grabs her coffee mug to hide her blushing face…

“Can I see them?” She finally asks after a long silence, “As a matter of fact, they don’t look cheap at all…”

“The fangs? Sure…” I answer lifting my lip.

She bends over to get a better angle. I get a whiff of her breath, coffee, warmth, life. I shiver slightly.

“Oh my god! Actually, they are impressive… they have exactly the same color as your other teeth and I can’t see the junction… where did you get them?”

“That’s a long story… but let me show you something even cooler…”

I hide my face into my hands and let the vampire in me rise. When finally, I uncover, my eyes have turned gold.

“Holy shit!”

“Impressive, right!”

“Those contacts are just… wow!”

But the more she stares into my eyes, the easier it is for me to twist her mind, increase the dampening of her slit, open a path for my lust. Mastering my powers has made me lazy somehow…