You wake up to find your sister towering above you

“Sam? Sam?”

When you come to your senses, your sister is leaning over you. Her face is radiating with a light you never noticed before. Her dark locks are stuck to her sweaty forehead. Her neck and the base of her small breast pulsate in sync with her short breath. The air she exhales on your face is hot and sweet.

“Are you all right? What happened to you?”

She’s so beautiful. For the first time in your life you are able to see her as a woman and not as the child you shared secrets and games with. You feel the urge to take her in your arms and cover her in kisses.

“Where is the girl? Sam?”

She seems relieved to see you well. You lift your arms passing them behind her neck forcing her downwards. Her hair tickles your nose. The salty taste of her sweat is on your lips, the pulsating heat of her skin is on your lips, her delicious blood just below your lips.
You understand now.

“What’s the matter?” she asks

You open your mouth.

“What are you doing?”

Your tongue tastes her salty skin.

“Sam, you’re so cold…”

Your fangs savagely pierce the tender skin.

“…”

Her warm blood flows down your throat.

“…”

She moans.

“Mmmh…”

You purr.

A hand is on your forehead. A cold and strong hand, a hand you don’t know but a hand you recognize. Slowly, gently the hand forces you to withdraw.

“There, there, let go off her, we wouldn’t want to exhaust her, would we?”

The voice is really powerful with has a strong English accent.

Just a few more drops and you will let her go, you promise. But the hand is determined and strong. Behind the bloody neck of your sister, for the first time you notice a man, a tall good looking man wearing an officer uniform of sorts.

After gently laying your sister on the bed he helps you stand, smiling. He bends over Deb and licks her wound. He closes his eyes for a second. Deb is completely out of it lost in a limbo of pleasure.

“Okay Sister, why don’t we have a little fun with your sister? Why don’t you help me undress her?” he asks playfully.

While you struggle with her top, he pulls Deb’s skirt off, revealing her black lace thong. She must have enjoyed your kiss a lot as it is drenched by her deliciously perfumed secretions. He pulls the thong off, her luscious lips are swelling from the pleasure. A drop of cum is slowly making its way between her butt cheeks. He slides a finger over it and sniffs it. He then licks it.

“Why don’t you undress?”

It’s strange how his questions sound pretty much as orders you think as you take off your clothes.

“Why don’t you take care of her?”

He continues.

You kneel between Deb’s legs. The smell is intoxicating. Your tongue starts by wiping clean all those delicious fluids, cleaning her up.

Suddenly, something firm and throbbing tears through your own labia, deeply pushing into your cunt. You scream of pleasure and in the process bury your extending fangs into the swollen mount of your sister’s cunt.

Soon everything is finished; you lay by your dead sister, her blood all over your face, your pussy filled with the man’s juices, satisfied and satiated. Your fellow vampire starts dressing smirking at you.

“So Samantha, now that this matter has been settled, let’s get back to business…” he starts adjusting his uniform. “ The reason we are here is simple. We’re here to take ****, **** for the **** of our lord and master more than a century ago. For the last 120 years we have chased the family of his murderer…”

He goes on telling you the real story behind the Bram Stoker novel. Most of it was true, Dracula had indeed been killed by Abraham Van Helsing after the events in London but despite what Stoker had said it had been impossible to save Mina as she had been already completely changed into the Lord’s new bride.

During the final showdown, Mina had killed the professor and rewarded Harker with the gift of eternity.

Under Mina’s rule, the horde had chased all known relatives of the Dutch doctor, killing the last one in 1942 in a small town near Stalingrad. But Mina’s thirst for **** had not been satisfied, she had felt that her mission was not finished yet.

It had taken them nearly forty years to finally spot the hidden branch of the family. Sometime in the nineties, they had stormed a small farm in Nebraska where the last of the Van Helsings had taken refuge. One of them though had managed to escape.

A young girl, only six at the time, had slipped through their fingers disappearing completely from their radar. They had found her early this year at the Boston University. This little girl’s name was Nicole.

“And your task, my dear child is to bring her to our Mistress.” He finishes.

You smile, dress and exit the room closely followed by Deb.