Oh, Yes!

“Yes, Mistress. Please hurry though, I thirst.”

“Come Lena, sit beside me. When I stop chanting lift Glenda up and we shall feast upon her blood as we offer her soul to the Dark Lord.”

You sit down your fangs lengthening.

She begins chanting. You watch the flame on the black candles rise to nearly three feet tall. The dancing flames cast eerie shadows all around the mausoleum. However, the beauty is lost on you as all you think of is Glenda.

She sits beside you shivering from the cold. You smell her blood. You want to taste it, to drink it.

The chanting seems to go on forever. You can barely keep your thirst contained. And just as abruptly as she started, the chant stops.

You lift Glenda gently by the chin. Mariska grabs her right arm and sinks her fangs into her wrist. You grab her left and do the same.

You taste her blood. It is warm and energizing. The taste is exquisite. You slake your thirst. You hear Glenda’s heart stop and you thrill at the silence.

In front of you the skeleton in the coffin collapses into dust.

Mariska laughs maniacally, her face a picture of gorgeous malevolence.

She laughs an evil laugh. “The power is mine! I am the chosen!”

As Glenda falls to floor you lick her blood from your lips. Your Mistress points to her naked sex. Though you have no experience, you drop to your knees and begin licking.

With a push or a slap your Mistress directs you. After twenty minutes of tasting her divine sex, she cums. You taste her ambrosia.

She takes your chin and forces you to rise.

“Excellent job. You Lena, you shall be my first General.”

“What is it you wish of me?”

“You shall go forth and enjoy your lusts. You will give your gift freely. Soon there will be thousands of us, even millions. There will be no law except that of pleasure.”

You lick your fangs. The thought of such a world thrills you.

“Yes, Mistress!”

She takes her wrist and digs a sharp black fingernail deep into her flesh. Black blood seeps out.

She gives you her wrist. “Taste.”

It is a command you have no desire to disobey. You taste. It is sweet. You feel warm and full of power.

She pulls her wrist away. “Enough.”

You withdraw. Beneath you Glenda stirs. Her eyes flutter open.

“W...w...what did you do to me?”

Your Mistress begins to laugh like a symphony of bells. You join in, your own voice sounding rich, musical, and inhuman.

Glenda stands smiling, her canines lengthening.

“You are a vampire.”

Glenda laughs, her laugh becoming more like the jingle of silver bells. “I’ve always looked down on my sister for being a slut. I’ve been so wrong. I need to make up for lost time!”

Mariska makes a shooing motion. “Go spread your gift, grow my army.”

You exit eager to find Mark. You walk down the pitch black hall. You see a figure in front of you.