Mary's Story

They drive through the city in silence. Jessica mind races with a million questions, but she stays silent. Catherine has blindfolded Jessica-she wants her lair to remain secret from Elizabeth. They drive into an garage under one of the toniest apartment towers in the city. "Come this way" Mary says, leading Jessica into a an elevator.

The elevator ascends, and the doors open. Jessica finds herself looking into spacious, well furnished penthouse apartment. Heavy black velvet curtains covered all of the windows. Jessica has no idea where she is. Artwork was everywhere, the walls covered in tasteful oil paintings, and sculptures placed strategically around the apartment. Most were quite tame, but a print of a small gremlin-like creature sitting on a sleeping woman's chest gave Jessica the creeps.

"Home, sweet home" Mary said, sighing. A human female was curled up in a plush chair, reading a book. "Hi Olivia" Mary said to the girl in the chair.

The girl put down her book on the arm of the chair and asked "Who's this, Mary?"

"A newborn that I've rescued from Elizabeth." Mary says. "Jessica, meet Olivia. Olivia is my... companion." Jessica finds the pause odd, but says nothing. Olivia gets up and offers her hand out to Jessica-not to drink from, but to shake. Jessica chuckles internally about how her norms have changed so fast. Jessica shakes Olivia's hand.

"Nice to meet you" Jessica says, enjoying an interaction with a human that doesn't revolve around submission or ****.

"Olivia, could you fetch us a drink please? We have a lot to discuss" Mary says. Olivia disappears into the kitchen, and Jessica notices her luscious ass. Jessica and Mary sit down on the sofa as Olivia returns with two warm mugs of blood. She hands one to Jessica, who takes a sip and screws her face up, almost spitting it out. It's not fresh Jessica thinks.

"No it's not fresh from the vein, it's from the blood bank. I can't pretend it's as good as fresh, but it works" Mary says as she shrugs. Jessica laughs at the absurdity of drinking microwaved blood out of a ceramic mug. The second sip goes down smoother. Blood is blood she shrugs.

Mary begins her tale.

I met Elizabeth in 1969. At the time I was in college, posturing as a flower child. The only real reason I went to college was to put a rough home situation... Behind me. People had hurt me, people who I thought loved me. I had a lot of self esteem issues, and didn't have many friends. My smiling face obscured a ton of inner turbulence, in a turbulent time. No mystical mumbo-jumbo was too out there for me back then, as I groped for some sort of direction, meaning. It's all quite embarrassing looking back, how primed I was to be groomed by Elizabeth.

I stumbled upon Elizabeth feeding on a young woman behind the college auditorium one night after a concert by some forgettable local band. I was slightly buzzed, and I can't quite explain it, but I was transfixed by what I saw. I'll never forget it. The poor girl's flowery summer dress was torn open, her left breast hanging out-blood seeping from a bite wound. Elizabeth was holding the girl by the small of her back, her other hand cradling the back of the girl's neck. Her mouth was clamped tightly to the girls throat, the girl bending backwards with Elizabeth over her. The girl was whimpering softly.

Some part of me recognized the cruelty of what I was witnessing, but I was hypnotized. I couldn't look away. I had never seen anything so ... magical ... for lack of a better word, before. I found myself drawn to the scene. I walked up to them. Elizabeth looked up at me, blood dripping out of the corners of her mouth. She grinned.

"We have a voyeur, I see" Elizabeth said. She beckoned at me to come closer, and I did. She dropped the moaning girl and kissed me. I had never kissed anyone before. I can still remember the strange metallic smell of the blood on her lips.

I can't easily explain my attraction to Elizabeth. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. She exuded this sensuous mix of total strength and femininity at a time when I felt powerless and lost. I was dazzled by her grace and confidence.

Elizabeth stared into my eyes, evaluating me. "I sense a darkness in you, child" she said, stroking my cheek. "I can help you transcend. With me, no one will ever be able to hurt you again. Is this what you want?"

She knew exactly what to say to me at that moment. I embraced her and whispered "yes".

Elizabeth didn't turn me immediately. She was testing me. I'm ashamed of what Elizabeth convinced me to do for her... Even while still a human. I moved into her mansion, and brought my roommate there, promising a wild party. They drained her dry that night as I watched. She was stuck up but didn't deserve what I did to her. I groomed my classmates to become bloodslaves for Elizabeth. I helped her hunt. I even slit the throats of innocent girls for her blood bath. Deep down, I knew it was wrong, but I was so hurt, so angry, I didn't care. I wanted her power, her independence.

Finally, the night came when I entered immortality. Elizabeth turned me, she gave her curse to me. The next night, I was reborn. That very night, I murdered my entire family with Elizabeth. We rampaged until dawn, draining over a dozen across town.

I won't lie. I loved the kill, the feel of my victims' lives slipping away for me, their hearts slowing, their blood nourishing me. I fell into a regular pattern with Elizabeth and her other children. Sleep, fuck, kill, on repeat, every night, forever. Eventually, the exhilaration faded as more and more I couldn't suppress the guilt. If you are as I suspect, you'll have trouble suppressing that guilt too.

I can't say that I don't enjoy killing - the hunt is encoded in our nature. But we can control ourselves.

When Elizabeth started **** entire families for us to feast on, I finally worked up the courage to decisively break with Elizabeth. I left her mansion the next night, never to return. Elizabeth has tried to convince me several times over the last few decades to rejoin her. She views me as something of a challenge, a wayward rebellious daughter in a foolish phase who will one day come back to her.

This was a lot for Jessica to absorb. She has many questions, but doesn't know where to start. She rolls the mug in her hands, watching the residual drops of blood circle the bottom.

"Through discipline, I am able to live a good life despite my situation. I still kill a few times a year - the bloodlust becomes unbearable and I deserve a cheat every now and then, don't I? I try to find victims who deserve it. In general though, I try to only feed on consenting humans" Mary explains.

"If you like, I can teach you to control yourself. Is that what you want? If you want to go back to Elizabeth, I won't stop you." Mary offers.