Becky checks on Sophia's friend

Sophia had never felt this feeling before, her arms gripped together behind her father Anthony's neck and her legs locked behind his hips as he slammed her mercilessly. His strength was so great that were it not for her own new body she would have been snapped in two.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he repeated with simple-minded brutality.
"Yes, Daddy! Yes!" managed to escape her lips as she was being rocked.
On the other side of the room, ignoring that act as if it were completely normal, a now vampire Sergeant Fulton was answering questions for Ursula.
"There are only two exits out of town, Moose Hill Pass and The Slow River Bridge."
"What about campers? Can they hike up?"
"Sure, but any hikers use the trails that start in town. And tourists usually don't come until the weekend. We should have everything in town in place by then."
Ursula got a tingle hearing this normally above-board authority figure conspiring with her and the others. "Then we've got some time to kill." They looked hungrily at the woman tied up and gagged behind the front desk. She had come by to report that her neighbor, Sally one of the first vamps from the night before, had screaming coming from her house. "I just have to do one thing before we start," Ursula told him as she pulled out her phone.

Her husband finished up an exhaustive round with their daughter. Sophia stood on firm ground again and steadied herself.. Stepping gingerly behind her was Dispatcher Annabel Callaway. Guided as much by smell as by sight she walked naked towards the two, streaks of her own blood still on her neck. Annabel hissed with fangs exposed in appreciation as Sophia gently grasped her hand. The waitress led her to her father who was still hard as if he hadn't had an active lovemaking session with Sophia. Annabel got on her knees and quickly went to work on the mighty erection in front of her. Sophia knelt next to her and began using her tongue and mouth on the base of his shaft.

A few miles away, Becky, unaware that Sophia had been found, arrived at Sophia's house. Sophia was renting it with her friend, Jana, who was also friends with Becky back from high school.
"Becky? What are you doing here?", Jana said with happy surprise.
"Hey! I didn't know you lived here," Becky lied, "I'm here for Sophia."
"Sorry, Bex, she's at work at her parents' place."
"Oh, uh, I know that," Becky quickly covered. "She asked me to stop by and pick up her phone."
"That's funny. I thought she had it with her when she left today. Come on in and I'll look around and see if I can find it."
Becky stepped inside, past the stairs and through the foyer. As she walked behind Jana she couldn't help but stare at her ass. Back when the two were on the volleyball team Jana always made self-deprecating jokes about her behind in those shorts. Clearly, Becky thought, she managed to put some serious shape into it. Heading into the main room Becky anticipated beiing able to seduce Jana one-on-one but didn't expect two other women there. On the couch next to the end table was Missy. If ever there was someone who typified the beauty pageant winner with the perfect make-up and the lightly curled blonde locks it was her. Also on the couch was Emily sitting near the fireplace. Her thick-rimmed glasses, lack of make-up, conservative hair and clothes, and an expression that said she wanted to be anywhere else was a stark contrast to the other two women. After some brief introductions Jana excused herself to check Sophia's room for the missing phone.
Becky sat down and began the conversation in hopes of getting to know her next victims, "I'm sorry for interrupting. What's all this stuff on the table for?"
"This--" began Missy as she motioned her hand over the piles of books, magazines, and cards, "is my wedding. Or at least it will be. We've been trying to find _just _the right look for my perfect day."
"Which is why we've been doing this for three hours," groaned Emily.
Missy, not picking up on how exasperated Emily was, "And I thank you guys sooooo much."
Emily didn't add any verbal comment, but expressed what she was thinking with a look: She's my friend and I'd do anything for her, but I hate this shit. She then asked Becky what she had in her hand.
Becky forgot she was holding the bottle of vampire wine. Just before everyone at the bar split off into groups Becky begged her father, Pete, to let her bring it. Her reasoning was that she was going out alone and if she encountered Sophia she might have to sneak some in a glass to make her more receptive to the cause. "Oh, this is just some wine I got from the bar to bring home. Would you like to try some?"
An enthusiastic Missy answered, "Yes, please!"
Despite asking the initial question, Emily told her, "Thanks, but none for me."
Jana came back in and said to Becky, "Sorry, Bex. I couldn't find her phone in her room, the kitchen, or the bathroom."
"Jana! Becky brought wine!"
"Well I can't turn that down."
Jana went and got three glasses after Emily insisted again she wouldn't be partaking. Becky asked that they only have a little each as she was saving it for that weekend. Like what her father did with Sophia's mother, Becky wanted to use the vampire wine to open them up to the pleasures of sin but wanted the actual turnings to be done personally. Three of the four women drank. It had no effect on Becky apart from its most pleasing taste. Jana and Missy felt the effects within a minute, Missy even commenting out loud that it had a kick.
Becky used that opportunity to ask, "I helped plan my cousin's wedding last year. I'd love to help out with yours." All three agreed, though Emily's agreement was far more tepid.

An hour in and talk was far looser. The topic came around to the wedding night, and Missy admited that she and her husband hadn't had sex yet -- or at least vaginal sex. She admitted to giving him a hand job once in a movie theatre and she did give him a blow job another time when she was afraid he was going to leave her; but she was steadfast that "proper" sex wouldn't be until after marriage. This talk managed to get Becky a little hot under the collar, but Emily was watching her like a hawk. She couldn't initiate physical contact and after what happened with Dominic she didn't dare risk trying to overpower all of them. Luckily for Becky and her plan, Jana spoke up.
"You're missing out. My boyfriend--"
"Which one?" Missy joked.
"My main boyfriend he thinks he's so smart. In order to get me to get with him he buys me things. He doesn't know that I would do them anyway, but it's nice to put a price tag on what you're worth."
Missy nodded in agreement, but Emily was appalled at seeing this side of her friend. Still she remained quiet.
"If you want to get your fiancé to not wait," Jana continued, "you have to do what turns him on. And what turns most men on? Two girls making out." That sounded FAR more subtle in her wine-addled head than it did when spoken.
"Really?" Missy stood up. Then Jana did as well. Jana brushed her long flowing raven black hair aside so it wouldn't get in the way. The two friends who had never before had such feelings for each other inched closer and closer then
CRACK!
The wine glass that Missy had still been holding broke when pressed up against her friend. They separated as it did so. They both looked down and saw there was some blood coming from Missy's cut hand. Emily and Becky went up to the blonde to see how serious it was. The aroma of flowing blood, even such a small amount, flooded Becky's senses. She so wanted to act, yet Emily continued to keep an usually close watch on the girl who'd been a stranger only an hour earlier. Jana recommended Missy go use the bathroom.
Becky needed to compose herself. She stepped a few feet back and pulled out her phone. She saw a text from her mother saying they've got Sophia. "I need to make a phone call. Is there someplace private--"
"You can use Sophia's room it's to your left," Jana told her and then went to the kitchen to get ice for the cut.
Becky made her way into Sophia's room and then shut the door. She knelt up on the bed facing the wall. She pulled down her skirt and frantically masturbated. Her new body's need for blood and sex, especially being so close to having both, made it difficult to keep acting like a human. She hoped a little relief could keep the charade going a bit longer. But she was so busy seeking that relief that it was too late when she noticed someone had snuck into the room after her. Emily charged into the room and collided right into the vampire, knocking her on her side. Emily rapidly turned her target so she was lying on her back then pressed a piece of wood up to Becky's heart. Becky saw it was the same type of wood that had been cut and piled next to the fireplace by which Emily was sitting. It wasn't the sharpest stake but it was surely enough to kill her.
"Say it!" Emily demanded.
"Say what?" Becky said feigning innocence.
"Say it! Say what you are."
Becky glared at her captor silently, only for Emily to push the stake just a little bit. Becky could feel the wood easily piercing her skin.
"I saw how you acted. I recognized the insignia on the bottle. I saw a hint of fang when Missy started bleeding. So say it."
Becky knew she was beaten. She let her fangs be revealed when she spoke and said, "Vampiiire. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"I knew it."
For the first time since she'd changed Becky felt real fear. "If you're going to kill me, don't. I can offer--"
"Shut the fuck up. I won't kill you if you promise to turn me instead of killing me. I... I want to be a vampire."
Becky let that hang in the air for a moment then let out a laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"You stupid bitch," Becky called her somewhat endearingly, "You would have been a vampire already if you just drank the wine like I wanted you to."
This time it was Emily's turn to leave a comment dangling with silence. She stifled a giggle at this unexpected turn of events. Her face changed to equal parts humor, anticipation, and "this is really going to happen". She threw the stake to the side of the room and turned her head so her neck was in easy reach of woman below her. Becky wasted no time and sunk her fangs into normally shy, pretty girl's neck. The willing victim nearly orgasmed feeling her lifeforce draining. Becky released the bite and smiled a wicked smile. Before she fell into undeath, Emily passionately kissed her maker, marveling at the test of her own blood.