Dead Or Alive

Author's Note: In this all of the DOA girls have been aged up to at least 18. Plus, Vlad's nome de guerre is most definitely a sexual one. Wink-Wink, say no more, say no more.

On the way to Zach Island, an expensive yacht could be seen, though with one oddity. The windows were blacked out everywhere except the bridge. Inside the spacious cabin, sat a pale handsome man, black haired and clean-shaven. He had the face and figure of a male model, but an aura of both authority and danger radiated from him. He was viewing a series of photos on a laptop. Photos from fighting tournaments, including the famous DOA, as well from modeling agencies, paparazzi, and even quick snaps from Joe-Blow on the street. Tina Amrstrong, Helena Douglas, and all the other DOA girls were the subjects of these photos. He perused them like a he was browsing a catalog, lingering one then moving one. We came to a picture of Kasumi and Ayane playing volleyball, he smiled wickedly.

"Oh, I do so love sisters. They make such amusing conquests", he said. The thought of seducing and claiming the two girls and sampling the pleasures of their bodies caused his cock to harden and he smiled, revealing fang-like canines., for the man, Vladimir Antonescu was a vampire. At five hundred, he was powerful, wealthy, and possessed an insatiable lust for beautiful women. He had had brides and concubines before, dozens in fact, but now he was of a mind to create a harem. And he decided the DOA girls would be that harem. He knew these women challenge and excite him in new ways, and he could expect them to satisfy him for decades, if not centuries.

Smirking to himself, closed the laptop and stood. He walked over and admired his physique in the mirror, as a vampire's lack of reflection was just an old wife's tale born of peasant superstitions. Vlad did not fear holy symbols, garlic had no adverse effect, and the sun only bothered him slightly. He lost a fair bit of his supernatural powers and without a decent brand of sunscreen he'd burn like an Englishman on the Costa del Sol, but burning to ash was not in the cards.

"Captain, increase speed and send our estimated arrival time to Zack Island's harbormaster. We should arrive at dusk."

"Yes, my Lord."

As his yacht increased speed, Vlad went to the cabin's wet bar and poured himself a rather fine cognac, as while he could not truly be sustained my mortal food and drink, he could still enjoy them.

"Plus, sticking to a purely blood diet would leave looking like Orlok from Nosferatu, eventually". He smirked, sipped the liquor, and admired his physique in the mirror. He had decided Aynane and Kasumi would be first to join him in pleasure and darkness. Between five hundred years of charming and seducing women, his hypnotic powers, and a couple of special tools, victory was all but assured.

Sitting down and sipping his cognac, for one does not gulp down fine aged French liquor like a frat boy at a kegger, Vlad visualized the wonderful carnal time he was going to have with the two sisters, before and after he make vampire vixens of them. The thought of Ayane screaming in ecstasy as Kasumi went down on her sister, and he took Kasumi from behind; made his cock twitch and he gave it a quick rub through his swimming trunks. He had a feeling he wouldn't be needing much more clothing than that on Zack Island. Not with what he had in mind.

"Look out ladies, Baron Vladimir " The Impaler" Antonescu is coming, " he smiled as he drank his booze and thought of the sexual escapades was going to lead as many of DOA girl into as he could.

"I know you will be, too"