Take her

The taste of her blood is exquisite. You feel like you are on a high.

Tina continues to whisper in your ear. "Take her. Take her! Make her your bride!"

You keep sucking unable to stop devouring the exquisite liquor. You feel Gwen weaken beneath you. If you don't act she will die.

With all your will you disengage from her neck. You bite your tongue with a razor sharp fang. You lift Gwen, your lips meeting a kiss.

You hold the kiss until you know she has had enough of your blood mixed with her own. You feel her heart stop, but she is not dead, not truly.

She falls from your arms landing limp on the ground. You watch, as she begins to change. Her skin begins to pale, blemishes disappearing, until she looks almost like an alabaster statue. Her waist shrinks, while her breasts seem to grow a cup size or two.

Her now daintier hand twitches. Her fingers seem longer, more elegant. Yet they are tipped with shiny black almost animalistic claws. Her eyes are sooty and dark against her pale skin. Her lashes are longer and darker. They flutter and her eyes snap open, two glowing red orbs in the dim light.

She smiles at you. Her blood red, shiny lips part to reveal long slender fangs. She makes a hiss, like steam escaping from a high pressure pipe. A sound which seems impossible to have come from human lips.

She giggles. "Thank you, my lord."

Tina kisses her cheek with stone cold lips. "Welcome, Gwen."

Gwen gives another giggle. "Thank you, sister."

You begin to walk away. Half way to the exit you beckon to them. "Come!"

They fall behind you, seemingly gliding across the floor.

You wonder what to do next.