Return to Francesca's house anyway

You felt dead inside.

You closed the door of the church and went back to the main road. The cab was still waiting for you. You didn't remember what you had told the driver, but the cab started, and it brought you to a residential area in the north of the city, near the suburbs, where Fran lived. You walked towards the door and rang the bell.

You heard footsteps, slow and heavy. A few seconds later the door was opened, and Fran was standing there with only her undergarments on. Her blonde hair was hanging down to her shoulders and through the fringe you saw her black eyes gazing at you seductively. You looked at her and said nothing.

"Why are you still standing there? It's cold! Hurry, get inside." She sounded energetic and eager. You froze for a moment, and she just grabbed your arm and pulled you inside. Her hand was cold, as cold as the wind. You knew it's already completed. There was no point in bringing her to the church. Your best friend wasn't human anymore.

"Fran..." You stopped in the living while she was trying to lead you to the bedroom.

"What? Aren't you gonna make your bed or take a shower?" She smiled at you.

"I saw what happened in the vision. I saw Olivia... and you..." You didn't have the courage to continue.

Fran was standing still and keeping quiet for several seconds. You didn't know what she was doing or what her expression was. You heart was overwhelmed by grief and guilt, so that you didn't dare to look at her eyes.

"Then... why are you coming back? You can... stay in the church or... or run away... and live..." Fran approached you and held your hands. You heard her voice shaking. You didn't know whether that was what she truly thought, or she was just manipulated to say so. You didn't want to guess.

"Why do you avoid my eyes?" She leaned over and tried to gaze at your eyes, but you didn't let her.

"I don't know what I'm thinking anymore. I just... can't move on without you..." You sighed and held Fran's hands tightly. They were cold, but you didn't want to let them go.

"Do you love me?" Fran asked calmly.

You widened your eyes when you heard the question. Your conversations with Fran never went this far. Maybe neither of you has thought of this before, but your memories brought you back to the old days when you played all kinds of game with each other. You remembered one time that you were playing Truth or Dare with other kids. You saw others answered similar questions like this and, when it was your turn, you chose Dare. You didn't remember what you had done right after, but you did remember that she blushed. For so long in your life you believed that, whether the relationship between the two of you was love or not, she was and always would be a part of you that you couldn't let go.

"I do." You raised your head and looked into Fran's eyes. You felt completely calm, not only because of the hypnosis power seeping into your mind, but you finally had the courage to express your feeling for her.

"Then stop talking..." She whispered in your ear and led you to the sofa in the living room.

You engaged a passionate kiss in the sofa. Fran playfully bit your tongue with her teeth, and for a moment you shivered. Not the fangs? You wondered and continued. Seconds later after you broke the kiss, Fran took off he bras and leaned her back on the sofa. You dived in and suckled on her nipple, while she cradled your head in her arms. You felt like you were tasting a piece of ice cream with vanilla flavour, and it's amazingly delicious. Your warm tongue melted down Fran's defense and she panted more heavily.

She pushed you back and unbuttoned your trousers. You casually leaned your back on the other side of the sofa, closed your eyes and moaned when she swallowed your erected cock. You were stimulated by her cold saliva and the electrifying numbness was spreading across your whole body. You quivered in pleasure.

Fran grabbed your breast when she was sucking. Her now more sharpened fingernails left shallow scratches on him, which only made you more excited. The movements of her flexible tongue above and around your shaft robbed what was left of your senses, and you moaned louder.

Fran released your cock with her saliva still lingering and crawled towards you. With the light of thirst flashed in her eyes, she gently sat on top of you, slid your cock through her labia and into her vagina. A warm atmosphere wrapped you up in this cold winter night, and you felt hotter when Fran began to ride you up and down. You grabbed her butts and tried your best to thrust her, but your strength was nothing compared to the unnatural one she had. Over time you're exhausted and you allowed her to do anything to you.

You heard her moans slowly became growls. With a final blow you came into her and you felt free. You both exhaled and relaxed. You vision was blurred, but you could see Fran's eyes turning red behind her wet fringe. The tips of her fangs showed up in her mouth when she panted, and you found them fascinating.

"Take me, Fran... Make me yours..." You closed your eyes and smiled.

"I'd love to." Fran giggled wickedly as she bared her fangs, bent over and plunged them in your neck.

The pain flashed across your body, what came next was only entrancing pleasure. You nourished Fran's unlife with your life. A part of you would live inside her forever. You felt fulfilled and complete.

Finally you opened your eyes again and the world was different. You were different. You woke up in Fran's bed, and she's lying beside you, stroking your hardening dick. You couldn't suppress the overwhelming desire coming back to you all of a sudden, so you flipped on top of Fran and rammed her lustfully. And she happily enjoyed your treatment.

After a few rounds you finally calmed down. Your parched throat was yearning for something, which you couldn't get from Fran. Lucky for you that it's still nighttime now. You dressed up with Fran and went out.

There weren't many people wandering in the streets on such a winter night, however, you found a homeless, bearded man sleeping in a nearby alley. You and Fran looked at each other with a tacit smile, and walked towards the man.

"What... Who are you guys?" The homeless man was woken up. He angrily yelled at the couple but when he looked at your eyes, he immediately calmed down.

"That's convenient!" You were surprised. But you couldn't endure the thirst anymore as uncontrollably your eyes turned red and your fangs grew.

"There are so much you can learn, but right now..." Fran considerately ripped the man's clothes apart and revealed his neck to you.

Without a second thought you bit on his neck. When the warm blood flowed through your throat, you felt satisfied and fulfilled. You grabbed his head and shoulder tightly and you drank harder, until there wasn't a single drop of blood left in his veins. You dropped the cold corpse in the alley and left with Fran.

You returned to the Night Crawler's Bar about half an hour before sunrise. When Olivia saw the two of you, she happily ran up to you and embraced you in her arms. You were grateful to your mistress' warm welcome, and spent the rest of the night with her upstairs.

This night has ended, but the reign of your kind has just begun.