Become the Lord of Night

You have much to do. You head for the exit your two brides in tow.

Jack the Ripper gives you a nod. “I do hope you’ve enjoyed your evening.”

“A bloody good time was had by all.”

Behind you your brides giggle, like little silver bells.

As you exit you spot a group of three young women in line. One is raven tressed and gorgeous. Her legs are long, her waist slim, her breasts are handfuls. She is so full of life. You desire her.

You walk up to the group.

“Hello, I’m Jack. Care to come party with us?”

The Raven tressed girl meets your gaze.

“Hi, I’m Carol.”

She extends her hand. You take it and kiss it. Gwen meets the gaze of the blonde with dark intensity.

Carol looks at her friends. “You guys want to go with them?”

Her blond friend bites her lip and nods.

The brunette frowns. “Guys, we don’t even know...”

Tina gazes at her, looking deep into her eyes.

“Well. I mean. I suppose we could party a bit.”

You extend your hand to Carol and she takes it. You head to back to your cars. You drive back to your apartment. You have no desire to give away what you are just yet. You Walk into your apartment. It is hardly a fitting abode for the Lord of the Night, but it will do for now.

You enter and turn on some generic party music. You gaze into Carol’s eyes bringing her deeper and deeper under your spell.

Your brides each stare into the eyes of a girl. They sit down on the couch.

You wave to Carol. “Come I have something to show you.”

She follows you into the bedroom. The moment the door closes she slips off her dress. You kiss her lips. You move slowly toward her neck. She quivers in fear and delight as you nip her. You let her calm down, before driving your fangs into her neck.

She moans as you devour her life’s blood. You leave enough for her arise. She falls to the floor. You watch as she changes. As her body grows cold, her breasts seem to expand. Her waist narrows and her hips grow. Her lips turn a glossy, cherry red. Her eyes darken givie her a sooty wanton look.

You smile when they snap open, glowing red like the embers of a fire. She stands up woodenly, like a marionette whose strings are yanked. She opens her mouth and hisses, the last air she will ever breath exiting her lungs.

She grins at you her fangs gleaming in the twilight.

“Thank you, my Lord.”

“Come, let us see how your friends are doing.”

You walk back into the living room. Your brides have been most disciplined. Both guests still live. You point at the brunette. Gwen and Tina grab her.

Gwen chirps at Carol. “You are first sister.”

Tina smiles, showing fangs. “She is strong enough to feed us all.”

“Stop! Carol, what are you doing?”

Carol’s eyes light up as she glides toward the brunette. The brunette seems to fall into a trance. Carol rips into her throat. Moments later Gwen and Tina bite into her wrists. The blonde screams.

You turn to her. “That will not be your fate my lovely, COME!”

She staggers toward you staring ever deeper into your eyes. You slit a cut in your chest and hold her to it. After a few minutes you allow her to be free. She looks at you, her lips blood stained, her eyes full of adoration and madness.

“Please, command me Master.”