Of Course

You open your eyes and look up at Jenny. You feel somehow connected to her. You no longer fear her and you now can fully appreciate her beauty.

She extends a long, pale, elegant arm and offer you a hand up.

You take it, surprised how pale and pretty your own hand has become. You look into Jenny’s red eyes and catch just a glimpse of your reflection.

You are incredibly pleased. Your breasts are bigger and more gravity defying. Your red hair is lustrous and seems to fall into place perfectly. You face is pale and freckle free. You’ve lost your glasses, but clearly you no longer need them. You run your tongue over your new fangs. They are razor sharp and you nearly cut your tongue.

“Well after being trapped in that box, I’m still a bit peckish and you must be positively famished.”

“I don’t want to kill anybody.” Slips out of your mouth.

Jenny laughs a musical laugh. “That’s only because you’ve never tried it. I’m like heroine, do it once and you’ll be hooked. Come I’ll show you. Do as I do.”

You watch her body begin to evaporate into a black mist. You focus on following Jenny and your own body begins to change.

The black mist that is your friend seeps out the window and you follow. The night caresses you like a lover. Jenny begins to coalesce and you do the same. In moments you are solid again.

“That…that was exhilarating!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Morgan. Now let’s find you a meal.”

The thought of a meal makes you thirsty like you’ve never been before. You feel your fangs extend out to their full length.

You see a stranger from your camp. He is nicely built and wears a stupid grin. You can smell his blood. You can barely contain yourself.

Jenny looks at him. “Come.”

She looks regal, like a Queen. You can’t understand why you didn’t see it before. Clearly Jenny should rule the world. You should simply have surrendered to her and none of this would have happened.

The man walks right up to Jenny. Jenny tilts his head and offers you his neck. You sink your fangs into it. It is ambrosia. It is primal. You feast upon him. You feel his heart give out and you feed upon his very life force. You never want it to stop. He expires and the feeling ends.

You can’t wait for your next. Just the thought of that pleasure, that flavor arouses you.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Morgan?”

You lick your lips, hoping to catch any remaining drops of blood. “Very much so.”

“I knew you would. When I rule the world as Queen, how would you like to be a princess?”

You fall to your knees. “I would love that my Queen!”

“Done.”

She offers you a hand and you kiss it.

“Come, sweetie, I have a plan.”