Quarantine: Not a second to rest (Kyle’s P.O.V.)

The F16 flies over your head after dropping his payload of **** over the quarantined zone. Just like your colleagues you know that it won’t be enough to contain the mess made by the teenagers in this upper class suburb, the difference being that you’re starting to feel proud of your progeny.

Peter was stopped just two days ago during the after party of a college football match. The young man was caught with his pants on his knees as he was feasting on the soul of the head cheerleader. He nearly compromised your cover but, in the midst of the chaos that the party had become you were able to shoot his head off before he could spill the beans on his dubious origin. In the following days, you trailed his path from the teacher’s house to the football game and sanitized half a dozen infection points.

You were still cleaning up the fallout of his fucking spree when the DSD received a call concerning the very large nest of demons in this upper class neighborhood. The quarantine zone was established pretty quickly and the National Guard was called in reinforcement to contain the spreading of the virus. You were sent in to do some recon.

What you saw inside would have traumatized the young DSD agent you were before switching sides. The house you investigated was a cheap reproduction of Louisiana’s Manor Houses. The place was drowned in blood with corpses everywhere. You recognized the work of one of the remaining three teenagers.

You managed to escape when the turned inhabitants attacked your team but you lost six of your men. You quickly retreated to the closest road block and held it for three long hours repelling **** after **** of demonic creatures.

With the jets returning to base, you stop for a moment looking at the columns of smoke rising in the afternoon sky. With all the mess done by Sara and her friends your own plan to take over the DSD has been seriously delayed. Your Mistress Grace will be very disappointed if you don’t get to it. Exiting an armored Humvee you spot Johnson.

“Sir?”

“Yes, agent Adams?”

“I think this is under control, I’d like to go back to HQ to make finalize my report before going home.”

“No problem agent, I’ll have the National Guard make a large sweep of the ruins to make sure we didn’t miss anything. Once again let me congratulate you on your great job…”

“Thank you sir.”

You drive back to the DSD offices downtown. Your meeting with Jenny has been delayed for far too long. You find her in the lab, bending over a microscope, she’s all alone.

“Jenny, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I wanted to apologize…”

“Well, Mr. New Rising Star at the DSD, you can consider yourself forgiven, now get the fuck out of my lab and let me finish this…”

“Jenny… I’m serious, I am terribly sorry for I did to you, I don’t want any resentment between us.”

“And how do you expect this miracle to happen?”

She has left the microscope and she’s looking at you now.

“I… I don’t know,” you start hesitantly “it was a mistake… I miss you so much, Jenny…”

You walk closer to her. You can feel her resolve shaking, all the hate that has been brewing inside her soul washed away by the memories of the good times you had.

“I… I miss you too … you asshole.”

She falls into your arms, sobbing. A finger on her cheek you collect a tear.

“Jenny…”

She stops you with a kiss. You return it, her chest shaken by her tears.

Not thirty seconds later you’re both naked, your clothes piling on the floor by the lab bench. You clear it of all the equipment to make some space for her sweet ass. You take a step back and look at her, at the running make up on her cheeks, at her beautiful legs spread, at her tiny hole drenched, waiting for you. Your dick penetrates her with ease, she shivers at the pleasure. Slowly, going as deep as you can, reaching the back of her intimacy, you start working her. She moans, closing her eyes.

“I love you…” she whispers.

Your fangs extend, you feel so thirsty. You bend over, smelling at her sweaty neck. The skin breaks easily, the blood starts pouring. She doesn’t seem to mind, she silently continues to sob.

After a very long while you come, sealing her fate. She hasn’t stopped crying.

You’re both getting dressed when your phone rings in your pocket.

“Yes, what now?”

“It’s Johnson we have another problem…”

Fuck me!