Or is it a new beginning?

Again the haze started to clear from Pete's mind. He saw that everyone had congregated at his house the night before to celebrate the first night of a new era. Bits and pieces of the fever dream came together to become full memories, but unlike before when he was horrified at what they had done to him -- with him -- that he hoped to block from his mind, this memory was pleasing as it swirled into being.

No one was looking at him, but if they were they would have seen the fanged smile showing there was no turning back for him. Still prone in bed he looked up to the ceiling and used his other senses to gauge his surroundings. The place had an aroma of blood, but it reeked of sex. There was no stench of sweat that humans had -- just the pure pleasurable scents of willing bodies filled with juices.

As his eyes could see just as well in day and night the light reflected on the ceiling gave no clue as to whether it was day or night. Yet touching the air told him that there was some sunlight about, but the sun's setting was maybe an hour way. His ears caught the sounds of JJ and his beautiful daughter, Becky, grinding purposefully thirty feet away from him. It was slow and deliberate, not the animal-like rutting that had been a staple of the night before. To an outsider it almost would have been considered loving and compassionate, though Pete knew they no longer had a shred of either left in them. At least not in the mortal sense of the words.

Pete was pleased that the two had awoken early. Each were brimming with excitement for the night to come. As his mind continued to clear he remembered a few things. He knew that Sally left earlier as she had big things in mind for her loved ones at him. And he recalled that as the morning neared the group had paired off: JJ and Becky, Bob and Hannah, Michelle and he. He stifled a chuckled thinking how offended the old Pete would have been at the idea of trading wives with his neighbor for a night. No such rules or bonds existed anymore for them. Such sharing was desired as its immorality only made it sweeter.

Speaking of Michelle, he could sense her sleeping next to him in bed. Like his daughter and the professor he too was too excited to sleep any further. He became fully erect in anticipation. Whether it was the vampire hearing that enabled her to hear this near-imperceptible muscle movement or the way the vampire pheromones affected other vampires, Michelle awoke and ready. No words were needed as Michelle and Pete kissed. She straddled him to fill the first of the three needs they all would ever have: The need to fuck, the need for blood, and the need to spread the gift.