Jessica breaks irreparably

Jessica tries to sleep, but can't. Her mind is too active, replaying the events of the 'dinner party' over and over again. She touches herself next to her slumbering sister. Jessica remembers the taste of the blood freely flowing, the mouths over her sex, the tongues in her mouth, and craves more.

I can't remember why I was so obstinate she thinks. This night was amazing. Why did I deny myself such ecstasy? Why did I think it was wrong to hunt? Can nature be wrong?

She doesn't consciously comprehend it, but something in Jessica has finally snapped. The overstimulation of the blood orgy has completed her mind's rewiring. Only trace amounts of humanity remain, as she transitions completely into a remorseless predator.

Jenna was only trying to help me, I see that now. Jenna loves me. I love her so much. I want to help others reach their potential, help others embrace the night she thinks, her hand moving more rapidly over her sex.

Jessica climaxes, holding a hand over her mouth, and falls asleep dreaming of the hunt.

Jessica awakens the next night to slurping sounds. She rolls over and opens her eyes to see Jenna sucking rapaciously at the neck of a human lying between them. The human is naked, her hands bound in front of her, gagged and blindfolded. Jessica can her gasping softly."Good evening, Jessica" Jenna says, smiling. "Join me?" She asks expectantly.

Jessica grins, cupping the human's breast in her hand and biting down. Jenna strokes her hair as she sucks on the girl's breast. "I'm so happy, Jessica" Jenna gushes "that you've embraced your power, your darkness", before biting back into the girl's neck. The sisters drain the girl wantonly, and then roll her off the bed and make love.

Several years have passed since the 'dinner party', and Jessica has fallen into a familiar rhythm. Wake, feed, screw, feed, sleep.

With each new kill, it became easier and easier for Jessica to suppress the last vestiges of her conscience. She feels no guilt, no shame, no compassion. Jessica is truly free - her nights are a nonstop feast of blood and sex with Jenna and the other vampiresses. She is free, but she is also becoming numb.

As her humanity died, so did her spirit. She goes through the motions, sleep, fuck, kill - more automaton than individual. There is certainly physical reward, but she feels nothing deeper. There is only lust and hunger.

Jessica and Jenna lay on the bed in the afterglow of their climaxes. The had made love after waking up that night, feasting on several blood slaves. The previous night had seen them capture several new choice blood slaves, and Jessica was eager to begin tonight's adventure. Several girls are scattered across the bed, sleeping off their blood loss. Jenna lazily toys with one of the girl's breasts.

"Let's hunt" Jenna suggests.

Jessica grins.