Give in to your lover.

You wipe your tears away and sigh. Remembering back, you can't help but admit how beautiful and strong all of your friends looked after their transformation, and how aroused the situation has made you feel. You can't help but smile, knowing that now you will be with Linus and, although you are still very scared, a beautiful creature of the night too. You raise and his hand drops from your shoulder. Slowly you turn to see him. He is just as perfect as you imagine. He smiles his fanged smile. It sends a shiver down your spine, but you smile back nonetheless. You put your arms around his neck and draw him in for a kiss. His mouth is cold, but his lips are smooth and sweet. You pull back and he puts his hands under your legs, scooping you into his arms. You kiss again as he lifts you easily over to the bed. There he lies you down and straddles you with his arms, your legs intertwining. He undoes the top button of your blouse as you continue to kiss. He pulls your top back slightly so that your neck and collarbones are clear. He pulls back and smiles at you, caressing your waist and breasts gently. He kisses you tenderly on the chin, then the nape of your neck then at the base of your neck. There he pauses for a second. You hold your breath as you feel his lips open ever so slightly. You are wet with anticipation. His fangs graze your skin, then nestle into the perfect spot. You sigh as he bites down, feeling your blood pour forth from your veins into him. You give it willingly, your hands gripping the bed sheets with pain and excitement. You feel your eyelids droop as Linus holds you close and drains the last of your blood. Finally, with his sweet face above you, his lips smeared with your crimson blood, you fade to darkness.

You find yourself, if you could even call it that, in a dark corridor. It is furnished in dark drapes and old fashioned furniture. There are gaslights lining the walls and a single small window looking out to a moonlit street. In the distance you can see Big Ben. A tall handsome man with pale skin and cheap, threadbare clothing, is being pressed against a wall by a woman who wears a dark voluminous dress with a bustle. Her face and her unusually straight black hair tells you that she is of South American origin, but the all too familiar deathly pale skin tells you more of her true nature.
"You are perfect Lyle, and you are more than ready." She presses herself into him, caressing his face with taloned fingers barely concealed by black lace gloves. Her English is perfect queens English, with only a tantalising smack of something else. The man smiles down at her. He seems genuinely pleased and there is a nervous energy about him. You see on his neck two sets of bites, each a small circle of healed red scar tissue. The more you look at him you notice that he is somewhat affected; his eyes glow ever so slightly, his skin is paler than normal (though not nearly to the degree of his lover), and his canines look slightly too long. The woman sighs and leans back, her crotch still pressed into his, holding his hands. Even through the dream you can feel the power oozing from her.
"You have no idea how long I've searched for you. How many... failures." She sighs and leans in again. Somehow, without any apparent physical change, she can now easily reach his neck, both people seem to have become the same height. "But that's over now." She breathes in. "I have you now Lyle." She bites down with a flash of teeth. The man barely reacts. The woman pulls free as Lyle slumps to the ground. She ponders for a second, then turns, looking you directly in the eye. Her face, briefly lost in thought, changes into a deadly, if beautiful, smile, enhanced by the smear of Lyle's blood on her lower lip and chin.
"Hello my friend." She says stepping forward once, slowly. "I can't really see you properly I'm afraid, just how this works I suppose, but I'm glad you are here." You can do nothing, only watch. "Well, I hope you enjoyed this little display, but I must be putting our mutual friend to bed, he has many long nights ahead of him." She turns back, then seems to remember something, spinning back around. "Oh yes, how rude! I am Itotia and, if I am not entirely mistaken, I am your Queen." With that you feel the darkness smother you, Itotia's smiling face consumed by the black until there is nothing.

You awake to see Linus over you, his hand stroking your hair. You feel invigorated, as if you could sprint three marathons back to back; and you probably could too. You run your tongue over your teeth and feel the sharp fangs that were once your blunt canines. You grab at a breast, which is large and firm; you always wanted big perky breasts. In essence, you feel fantastic. Despite that, there is a hunger in you; a deep lust and an even darker desire somewhere too. You focus back on Linus and smile lustily at him. Then you dart up, flipping him playfully. He laughs and lets you have your way. You pull your clothes off with both hands, the fabric ripping dramatically, revealing your hard, muscular body. Linus takes you all in and licks his lips. You're still grinning as you pull his trousers off and toss them to the corner. Your golden hair droops over your face as you stare him down for a moment. He maintains eye contact, not saying a word. You look at his penis, which has grown in length and girth since you last saw it, and stroke it once. Then you raise up, pushing him inside you as you press his shoulders down, your hair draping his face, your lips centimetres apart. Then you begin to grind his cock, lifting up his full length, then slamming back down violently. Each motion is rapid and vigorous and the bed shakes and screeches. Before this would have damaged both of you, but now your vampire bodies only beg for more. You see Linus grit his teeth as you both approach satisfaction. You speed up, your vulva gripping him tightly, even as his hard cock pushes against your clit with each motion. You push down hard one last time, your lips touching the base of his penis. You come together, drooping into him, his arms wrapped around you as quivers of pleasure shoot through the both of you. Then you raise up, sliding free of him, and let the cold semen drip onto the bed, taking a fingerful to taste as you eye your lover sultrily. He smiles and sits up.
"Just as perfect as I knew you'd be." He says. You slide up resting his chin on your perky breasts, and look down into his glowing crimson eyes.
"And you are more perfect than I could've ever imagined." You say.