Summer’s evening (part 1)

The clock on the small shelf behind the three coffins indicates ‪5 PM‬ when finally, Summer climbs out of her slumber. She stirs in the narrow coffin, bites her lip, slides a finger along her slit. She loves her wake up masturbation routine as much as the next vampire. Her eyes still closed; she plays around last night hunting memories.

Meredith first, lost girl hidden behind her poser looks, her shy asshole daddy thoroughly destroyed with his cock on the dinner table. Sent home with a serious blood loss, a monumental pain in the ass and no memories whatsoever of her evening. The girl needs her rest but she will most certainly join the gang in the next few days.

She then recalls Steve or Jim or whatever his name was. Nicely shaped dick, a decent handful, she definitely has to spend some time with him tonight. She wonders where he might be right now, she spotted him following a couple of early joggers as she came back home.

And then, finally, she reminisces of Julian and Nicole, her redhead lovebirds. She did spend quite some time with them. First, she watched them kiss, then she had them touch each other, she moved on to eating them both out, then drank some of their blood – Summer loves redhead’s blood – got fucked by Julian, turned him first, then tongue fucked Nicole while her lover came back and watched how Julian turned her. A long and nice little shindig it was.

For each of her victims she comes. By the time she reaches the redheads, she pushes the lid of her coffin needing some more space to spread her legs.

It’s ‪5:45‬ when she’s finally done. She is hungry. She climbs the stairs to the living room, finding her mother standing by the three large dentist chairs the family uses for blood donations.

“Have nice evening gentlemen, don’t forget to replace the bandages, eat lots of red meat and get plenty of sleep. I will see you all tomorrow at eight,” Electra says sending off the last workers home.

“There’s some blood on the counter of the kitchen if you want breakfast. No need to heat it up it’s fresh from the vein.”

“Thanks mom, you’re the best,” Summer answers smelling her fingers as she walks into the kitchen to fill a large mug.

Electra follows her daughter.

“Do you want some?” Summer asks.

“No, thank you darling, I already had my share this afternoon. Dad and I are going to the movies tonight, I’d rather save myself. So, tell me about your night?”

“About that mom, I wanted to tell you how sorry I was.”

“No need to apologize, I know how it is... so, how was it?”

Summer moves on to tell her evening and the girls bond over a delightful exchange of lustful memories.

Sometime later, Summer’s phone vibrates in her pocket. It is a text from Gabriela offering Summer to swing by to the stadium, it is cheerleading practice night. The wide range of possibilities lights an evil glow in her eyes.

“Mom, loved the chat. Mind if I go?”

“Not at all, go ahead darling...”

“Thanks mom... Mom, are we good?”

“Of course, sweetheart. I know you will have to fly out of the nest at some point...” she pauses for an instant already nostalgic for a loss that has not happened yet... “Love you, Sunny Bunny.”

“Love you too, mom...”

And the tiny bat flies out the window.

***

The regular town has regular stadium, not too big not too small. Last weekend the stadium hosted a football game between the local high-school team and the team of a neighboring town. The locals lost, as they have been losing for the last few years but, unbeknownst to the team’s coach, this trend might soon change as one of team’s tailbacks received a serious upgrade the night before. Jim, or Steve as he is persistently mis-named by his new Mistress, is that tailback and tonight’s practice goes weirdly.

In the bleachers, more crowded than usual, five recently turned thralls enjoy very much the performance of their blood brother. Each failed attempt to block the runner, each injury resulting in it, each destroyed ball, each sneaked bite is welcomed by cheering and applause to the point that the coach has to walk up to the trouble makers before the end of practice to tell them to fuck off. He is taken by Nicole and Camilla to the boys’ locker room to have a friendly chat. The friendly chat turns into a threesome and the coach comes out of it... drained. Without leadership or guidance, the end of practice becomes even weirder as some of the troublemakers pour on the field and start mingling with the athletes. Soon, the remaining players, at least the ones that have not been engaged by one of the vampires, simply decide to go home because, and I quote: “this is too fucking weird”.

When the tiny bat lands on the bleachers, the eight cheerleaders are coming out on the field to start practice. Their coach starts with some stretching and some running laps around the field.

“Mistress!” The thralls cheer.

“Good evening boys and girls!”

“Mistress, we are so glad you are here!” Gabriela says.

“Me too, thank you very much Gabriela for bringing this little party to my attention. But enough pleasantries... Why don’t we go down there and say hello to these charming ladies?”

The small group walks through the field in the direction of the coach.