A Monument to Blood

Jenny leads you through a hallway until you eventually come into another large room. The inside of the room would likely be horrific to you, had you not been bombarded with similar images in your dreams. People are chained to the walls, all dead or dying with their blood flowing towards a massive pool that takes up the center of the room. A few vampires walk around the room, opening the veins of the still living prisoners with their razor sharp nails. All are entirely nude and when any blood spills on them they somehow will it off of their bodies and into the pool.

"Do you like it? The decorations are a little macabre but I'm afraid blood magic on this scale requires it." Jenny spins around you and then grabs you from behind, feeling up every inch of your body. "Honestly when I couldn't find you after all the chaos at the house I thought it was my punishment for not being firmer with you before you made that terrible decision to destroy the house, but now I see you were destined to deliver me this wonderful gift."

"I...just want to make you happy." Jenny gifts you a peck on the cheek, her lips are frigid but somehow you don't find it off putting.

"Oh Morgan, you've made me happier than you could imagine. Once everything is ready you're going to have a front row seat to my ascension dear." You let out a slight moan as her hands work their way under your clothes, playing with your breasts. "And once the ritual is complete I'll be sure to give you the reward you clearly deserve."

"My reward..." The words make you smile dreamily.

"Oh I can't give you a reward that you're truly worthy of just yet my dear. Until then I'll be sure that you're comfortable though." She pulls away from you and snaps a finger, within seconds two pale women dressed like french maids enter the room. "Take my friend here to one of the guest rooms, and make sure nobody lays a finger on her."

"Yes, my Queen." The two say in unison, then lead you out of the ritual room and back into the house, Jenny waving as you leave. The identical maids lead you through the dizzily large house, past all manner of inhabitants. Most seem to be more vampires judging by their pale skin but there are a surprising number of humans in varying states of freedom as well. Eventually you're led to a dark, beautiful bedroom and one of the maids hands you a small bell.

"Ring this and we will be here to serve you, dear guest." They curtsy and leave you alone in the room. Your eyes flutter as you struggle to stand, as if your exhaustion has suddenly hit you all at once. It's a struggle just to make it to the bed and within seconds of laying down you fall asleep.