Teenage wasteland

Scanning the dimly lit room with her superior senses, she finds the girls eventually on a couch surrounding an athletic young man. She joins them swirling through the crowd. As she approaches, she is assaulted by the smell of sex and blood. The jock’s pants are nowhere to be seen and his boxers are wrapped around an ankle. His dick lays flaccid on his thigh, glistening in the combined juices of three newborn vampires and their manly victim. Gabriela is sipping on his neck, Camilla has his wrist to her mouth and Mariam is suckling on his chest. He does not have much more to live.

“Girls!” Summer says collecting a drop of blood and cum on his knee.

“Mistress!” they reply in unison.

“How is the party going? Any recommendations?” The Mistress asks sucking her finger.

“Oh Mistress! The party is going pretty well.” Camilla replies.

“Jim here is pretty much dry but I am sure we can point you towards someone else. Do you have a preference? Girl or boy?” Gabriela says.

“Hum... why settle? How about one of each?”

“In that case you should go for Julian and Nicole, they must be somewhere around here eating each other’s face. You can’t miss them, both are redheads and, as I said, glued to each other...”

“A couple of redheads, I love the way you think Gabriela, if you see them send them my way. Now girls go have some fun. One last thing, though, please do not turn anyone else tonight, we do not want too much competition...” she says winking.

“Yes, Mistress!”

The three thralls, leaving behind the turning corpse of the jock, dive into the crowd aiming at the improvised dancing floor at the center of the room.

Summer sits by Jim’s corpse and, absent mindedly, starts stroking the dick which is slowly coming back to unlife.

“You know what, Steve?”

She pauses for a second.

“Steve? Is that your name? I don’t remember... It doesn’t really matter actually. I have met so many of you, fucked so many of you, drained and turned so many of you... You end up all looking the same, tasting the same. So anyway, you’ll be Steve from now on... As I was telling you, Steve, I am growing bored of all this, I need something new in my life.”

She pauses sucking on her teeth, thinking.

“How about Rapture? That would be cool! But when the fuck is that going to happen. I know you puny humans put lots of effort into making this world the required shithole and I praise your efforts but it’s all taking too fucking long. And seriously, I don’t understand why the Apocalypse has not come yet. All the signs were there in 1789 and then again in 1846 and again in 1914 and then 2000 and 2001 and 11 and yet nothing, no sign of our Lord, no second coming of the spoiled Brat... come on! Where is the fucking Antichrist...? I am starting to wonder if our Lord actually exists? I know mother is a devout follower of the Horned One and I believe her when she says that, once, in the fourteen hundreds, He came to her in the guise of a goat and fucked her... But, was it really Him or was it just ... a horny goat with a severe case of humanophilia taking advantage of a 600 years old devout?”

She pauses accelerating the pace of her hand job.

“And dad... dad is great, I love dad but he does not seem to care. He partakes in the Sabbath but does he really believe? And what is wrong with his clothes. I know tradition and all but the red lined black cloak is kind of a giveaway... I agree with him that black and red are perfect for the stains but cloaks? It was already old in 1910, now it’s just Halloween all year long. And when the hunters catch up...”

She pauses again, sighs.

“... I think I am growing tired of my parents...”

Suddenly Summer’s fingers are covered in a thick and cold liquid.

“Oh, Steve! You’re back!”

“Jim... my name is Jim...”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes... I am 100% sure.”

“Ok, Jim it is then... Anyway Jim, you must be starving and full of questions, am I right?”

“Well yes...”

“Ok, I will make this simple. You are now a vampire and I am your Mistress, clear?”

“Yes... Mistress...”

“Good, now fuck off, find a neck to bite and a pussy to drill.”

“As you wish Mistress...”

“Good boy... oh and don’t kill anyone... or at least try not to.”

“Yes, Mistress...”

“Now... I think I had an appointment with a couple of redheads...”

She walks back to the dance floor. Gabriela and Camilla are sandwiching a tall blonde to her left and Mariam is cuddling with a ‪small black‬ guy to her right. Summer smiles and goes on. As she exits the house, she spots her preys kissing on a bench under a tree.

“Mind if I join?”