Not so far behind the couple Ally and Bree are wildly dancing.

Soon the time will come for you and your new family to drop the act, to reveal to the humans the glory of your true nature. But for now the ones who have started feeding and fucking try to keep it discreet. Like the waitress who seems to be helping a girl looking for her contact lenses when she's actually drinking from her victim's wrist. Or like the brute whose dick has found its way up another girl's snatch and pretends to be dancing with her. But one thing is to camouflage the appearances; another one is to hide the scent. The delicious smell, the voluptuous mix of blood and sex you already love above all the perfumes in the world.

Ally greets you with a woooo. Bree lusciously dances towards you.

"What´s up with the costume," she screams to your ear, "looks great but..."

She doesn't go any further. The offered neck just below your virgin fangs is too much to resist. You strike. Your friend gasps. You wrap an arm around her waist and start dancing with her. In your ear her breath is jerky. The nectar bursting through your teeth is worthy of the gods. Against your knee you can feel her fluids pouring down. The smell is amazing. You release her and strike again just a bit higher. Her body goes into spasms of delight to the rhythm of the song.

"Oh my god, it feels so good," she whispers.

You lick your lips clean and look at her.

"Yes I know."

You turn to Ally offering her to join you. Unsuspecting she starts dancing towards you. When you wrap your free hand around her waist she finally notices the large red stain on Bree's dress but before she can say anything, you apply to her the same treatment you applied to Bree and she soon starts moaning under your fangs. Bree's blood is sweet whereas Ally's muskier. To the beats of the drum and the inconsistency of your whim you swap from one neck to the other, enjoying careless freedom, enjoying the liberty given to you by your new nature.

A hand starts cupping your butt. You turn around. One of the bouncers, the one that greeted Mary, is smiling at you. His face is covered with blood. You smile back. Taking this as an invitation he lifts your skirt and, without further delay, rips your panties. The pressure applied on your drenched pussy, forces you to drop the girls and fall on all four. He swiftly drives his member up your snatch. Bree and Ally convulsing just below you, you resume your feeding as the bouncer’s balls bounce against you pussy.

A little while later, you find yourself with your friends drained and your intimacy filled with the bouncer’s cold seed. Still hungry you look at the orgy calming down around you in search of an ass or a neck to bite but your kindred seem to have cleaned the house. Standing above Janet’s carcass, Mary and Susan smile at you from across the room. You nod. You’re done here but you still have something to do tonight.