Renna, She’s Blood

You grin lustfully at Curtiss. “I need to go see Renna. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You lick your lips in anticipation of tomorrow.

“Wendy, I have a couple of things for you. First, take this card. If you have any clean up issues call the number. Second, take this parasol. You may find you have developed an allergy to the sun.”

You take his odd gifts. You don’t really need a maid service, so you shove the card in your purse. The parasol is black lace and beautiful, though you aren’t sure why you’d want it.

You give a surprised Curtiss a passionate kiss before scampering out to see your daughter. You quickly make your way out to a waiting limo.

Renna is sitting in the back. She is dressed elegantly and looks much more mature. Her makeup is dark and sexy.

She gives you a surprised look. “Mom...You look fantastic. Did someone tell you about the party?”

“Party?”

“Yes, we’re headed to a party in your honor. Hmm, we do need to get you out if that ugly dress.”

She hands you a box. “Here.”

You change quickly.

“Wow! Mom, you are so getting laid.”

“Renna.”

She laughs. “We’re here.”

You pull into a very posh hotel. You walk into room filled with people and an enormous ice sculpture.

“Renna, how much did this cost?”

“Don’t worry mom, started a business. Most of the people here are clients so I can deduct it.”

“Just what kind of business have you gotten into?”

“The people taking care of me, while you were working helped me start selling cosmetics. I have over twenty salesgirls now.”

“EvilGlam?”

“Yes.”

You look into Renna’s eyes. She relaxes. “Renna you need to stop selling EvilGlam.”

Her face expressionless, she answers. “Of course, mom.”

You smile amazed at how easy parenting is.

There are easily a hundred people here. The music is primal, driving. You move to the dance floor when somebody hands you a mic.

“Speech!”

You take the mic. “I’m not big on speeches. I just want to say thanks for the support. Now let’s party!”

You hit the dance floor letting the music control your motion. It feels effortless and you sense eyes upon you. You are drawing looks of admiration and lust from a number of men and women.

A young man begins dancing with you. He is closer to your daughters age than yours. He is well muscled, tall, handsome, and confident. You dance close to him, not letting him touch. You can’t help but notice a bulge in his pants.

The music stops.

He leans in. “Want to find some place private to ‘chat’?”

You laugh. “Sure, why not.”

You follow him to a coat closet. Before you can even say anything he is kissing you passionately. You return the kiss.

He pushes you down. You hike up your dress giving him access.

He enters your temple, clearing the cobwebs. You moan in pleasure. As he begins to plow you, you feel his heart beating faster. You watch a vein in his neck pulse. It fascinates you.

“Fuck me!” You encourage him.

He picks up his pace with powerful thrusts. He smells delicious.

You feel him cum inside you. You kiss his neck. Suddenly, you feel you canines grow long. You plunge them into the pulsing vein. He moans in delight. You taste him, you taste his blood. It is the most wonderful thing you’ve ever tasted.

You begin to suck, drinking more of it. His moans and cries of pleasure get weaker. You are fixated, savoring the exquisite taste.

Suddenly, the flow of blood stops. You realize you are hugging a bloodless corpse. Oddly you don’t feel horrified. You should feel terrible, you killed him. You don’t. He is simply food.

Of course you need to deal with the mess before the police are called. You remember the card Curtis gave you.

You dial the number. “Hello?”

“Hello, Miss Warshaw. Please say your first name.”

“Wendy?”

“Thank you. What is your location and how many bodies?”

How many bodies? “Hotel, just one.”

“A crew will be there in three minutes.”

You exit the closet feeling energetic and excited. You head back to the dance floor.

A few hours later the dance floor is nearly empty. Renna comes over. She looks stressed.

“Mom, you have to start getting ready for work.”

“Are you ok, dear.”

“No just freaked out about inventory and payments, since I can’t sell EvilGlam anymore.”

After tonight you are questioning your moral high horse.

“Just go ahead and keep selling it for now.”

“Thank you! Thank you, Mom!”

You head to the bathroom and throw some water on your face. As you step outside the morning sun makes your skin itch. You pop open the black lace parasol and make a note to buy sunglasses. You also make a mental note to thank Curtiss for his thoughtful gifts.

You head to work.