Dying to get in

Rachel was the first to die. It was inevitable, since she'd been the first to be bitten and drunk the blood of a vampire. The evil toxins had worked their malevolent magic and in **** the final depraved touches were applied. Rachel was no longer a moral creature. She had needs, she had cravings but no emotion. No love, no compassion, no mercy. She and Cassie had been just about to leave for Libbys' when she collapsed. Shocked and alarmed beyond belief, Cassie started to administer CPR to her lifeless daughter but then stopped when she remembered that this was supposed to happen in order for Rachel to truly become undead. There was therefore only one sensible action for Cassie to take. She arranged Rachel's corpse into a more comfortable position, then lay down beside her and waited to die herself. It didn't take long.

Cassie awoke to find Rachel stroking her hair. Not out of love though, she just liked the silky feel of it running through her fingers.

"Hi mum. Welcome to immortality. How do you feel?"

"Ravenous."

"Oh that's good because there's plenty of blood to be consumed at Libby's place. Too much really, they're a big family. We'll just have to drink our fill and spill the rest."

"Just how big a family exactly?"

"Well, there's her mum and dad: libby's older sister's still at home - as is her brother who's about my age. Then there's the kid. He's seven and he's the key that's going to let us in."

"How do you mean?"

"We're corpses mum. We're deathly white, we've got fangs and worse still, we're cursed to evermore wear the same expressions on our faces as alcoholics have on entering a bar or paedophiles get everytime they see a kiddies playground. Turn up like this at Libby's front door and it'll be slammed in our faces pretty damn quick. Turn up at a child's bedroom window looking like this, however, he'll think it's Halloween and let us in."

"You reckon there's no child lock on the window?.

"Sure to be, but it doesn't matter. His inviting us to come in will release a power in us that will enable us to physically unlock stuff through the supernatural power of our minds. We can dismantle the whole frigging window with a concentrated thought, or turn ourselves into two gaseous clouds and breeze-in through the air vent. Yeah, the poor kid would probably find the vent trick pretty cool. We'd be on him so fast, he wouldn't know what'd bitten him!"

"Speaking of bites, I hear they've got dogs."

"Yeah, lucky for us. Two German shepherds. They'll automatically accept us as their new pack leaders and be a real help to us in keeping the men occupied while we take care of the females."

"Can we "take care" of three non consenting adult females though?"

"Mother, punch a hole in that door there. Don't look so startled; your beyond mortal pain now, just do it!"

After a moment's understandable hesitation, Cassie just did it. She then turned to Rachel with a look of awesome wonder on her face. "Darling" she says, "I'll rip those fucking bitch's heads clean off!"

"No mum, that would be a tad too quick to be fun and anyway, it might be more erotically satisfying to start with their tits, do you think? Tear their floppy mammaries to shreds with razor sharp talons and slurp up their gloriously gory juices?"

Cassie smiled at the thought. She smiled at her daughter and in that moment came a realisation that, a few hours earlier, would have rocked her to her very core. Now though, it was merely a topic of interest.

"Rachel, look! You're my daughter, right? My own flesh and blood; but.... something's changed. I seem to have acquired a carnal and lusty physical desire for you. Your very presence turns me on and gets my juices flowing but..... but I......I don’t seem to love you like I did. I....don't feel love......at all. Just....these needs. Cravings."

"That’s the way it is for us now mum. We both see each other as our possessions. Good possessions. Things of use. Important....but replaceable things. I can't mourn your loss of love for me as I no longer feel love for you, mum. All those messy, soppy emotions really did screw us up didn't they? We're best rid of them. We need to get Sarah back but only to strengthen our coven. If for any reason we can't have my big sister back, (and believe me, I find the idea of draining her so completely dry that she can't become one of us highly appealing,) I guess any unattached vampire would do. Maybe one with a cock? Libby's eighteen year old brother say?"

Cassie thought this over and could see practical advantages in having a man about the house; even a dead one. In her head and heart, daughter Sarah was already becoming an irrelevant history.

"Okay ****. You snuff Sarah, I'll turn the boy. We'll bring him back here. The rest of the family we'll have to play by ear. Are you ready?"

The question proved rhetorical as Rachel was already holding the front door open.