The Birth Of Purple Gwen

Mary-Jane made a distasteful sneer at Zebediah Killgrave's corpse; he looked like a shriveled up prune. But, she figured it was a fitting fate for such a worthless human being.

Regardless, they had gotten what they had came here for, now all that was left was to try it out.

"Come on, Gwen, I think our adoring public is waiting on us." MJ called to her thrall, who had just stirred from a post-blood high stupor, fingering herself to completion while stone out of her mind. While the changes took place.

"Sorry, love. I'll be there shortly."

Flashing a bright smile, Gwen fell in line behind MJ. To the casual observer, the blonde vampire looked as if nothing had just transpired, nothing had changed from the time she entered Killgrave's office to now. Except most people, even vampires, don't have their eyes change to a deep, dark purple. Or have their lipstick and nail polish go from black to a similar shade of purple. Or find streaks of yet more purple spontaneously appear in their hair. Gwen was hoping to take Killgrave's power for her own, she wasn't expecting a sudden make-over, too.

Oh well. She was just happy her skin didn't turn purple. Talk about gauche...

"I don't know why you were so deadset on all this." MJ said, as the two walked back out onto the club floor, patrons and staff none the wiser the two had just murdered the proprietor. "We can already hypnotize people with out eyes. Did we really need to deal with the sleazeball for a power we already had?"

"Well, maybe I wanted to have a power all my own." Replied Gwen, casually making her way over to the corner with sound system, slipping through the crowd like a ghost. "But, also, we can only do so much with our eyes, right? If this works out, I'll be able to attract prey so much easier now. Like so..."

With a single mighty blow, Gwen smashed the club's music player to pieces, the mind-numbing bassline come to an abrupt stop. The sudden dying of the music caused the various clubgoers to stop whatever they were doing and look about, confused and mildly disoriented, though the waitresses were largely unconcerned. Eventually, focus came onto Gwen, especially when she found a microphone to hook into the sound system, announcing herself to the crowd.

"Hi, there everyone!" She greeted cheerfully, smiling in delight. MJ couldn't hide her smirk. It seemed Gwen liked to play with her food. "My name is Gwen and I was wondering if you could all do me a favour." As Gwen spoke, she could feel a new power well up inside her, different from the strength she derived from her vampirism. It was hard to tell under the oppressive purple lighting, but MJ thought she could see her eyes shining with power.

"Can all of you studs and sluts line up, single-file, so me and my friend can fuck and feed off you?"

Even if it wasn't directed at her, MJ felt the wave of power ripple out from her thrall, a similar purply sensation as to when Killgrave tried it but more... seductive. Sinister. Dark and alluring. MJ sighed from the pleasure she felt, but Gwen's new power did little else to her. Whether it was because MJ spawned her or because Gwen didn't want to affect her, she couldn't say.

What she could say, though, was that the throng of clubgoers were immediately swept up in the wave of Gwen's new power, bodies going stiff, faces going slack, and eyes wide and staring. Even the waitresses, already victims of Killgrave's power, were stricken by the psychic command. Everyone on the club floor was helplessly paralyzed for a moment, before they marched into action, effortless coordinating themselves into several straight lines, stretching all away across the club, the lines starting at the corner where MJ and Gwen were situated. All of them perfectly blank and obedient, under the sway of Gwen Stacy.

Gwen giggled at the success, running a purple nail over purple lips, as her purples eyes looked upon the buffet of prey she had created. "Okay, I'll admit, that was very impressive." MJ said, standing side to side with Gwen, kissing her neck and running a cold, dead hand through her hair. "I suppose I never should have doubted you."

"No, you shouldn't have." Gwen replied, eyes still locked on the throng of victims. Say what you want about the man, but Killgrave had good taste in women's bodies. "Because now we have one more weapon to do whatever we want."

"Well, what I want..." MJ licked her lip in a slow, deliberate motion. "Is a cock or tongue buried in my snatch. And as much blood as I can drink. I'm dying of thirst. I haven't had a drop to drink in nearly an hour..." Gwen let out another smatter of giggles.

"Just tell me who looks good and I'll serve them up on a silver platter!"

The rest of the night was spent in the form of a wild orgy, Mary-Jane and Gwen fucking and feeding and murdering without a care in the world, and their hapless victims eager to be used without a thought in the world. Every memory and emotion experienced ran together into a blur of lust, the two vampiric beauties in the middle of a hurricane of cum and blood. Handsome young men offered their cocks willingly, enjoying being used by the beautiful woman who had enthralled them to their wills. Beautiful women fell to their knees and worshipped every inch of their pale mistresses with their mouths and tongues. And everyone else made for a perfect snack break in-between rounds of mind-blowing sex.

The two gorged themselves, overfeeding, bellies ballooning into unsightly paunches that strained against their dresses. Normally one human was enough to keep them satiated for a couple days, anything beyond that being purely for pleasure. But how many did they each devour tonight a piece? A dozen? Twenty? They were certain to be languid and slow for several days and nights to come, but in the moment, neither MJ nor Gwen cared. The night belonged solely to them from here on out, and nothing would spoil their fun.

By the end of it, in the waning hours of the evening, the two vampiric vixens stood alone, MJ pinning Gwen up against a wall, kissing into the crook of the blonde's neck while her fingers slid in an out of her sopping cunt at lightning speed. Gwen wore a drunken expression and heavenly smile, body heaving under the bliss of MJ's cold, strong fingers. She had dozens of cocks, fingers, and tongues in her tonight, but MJ was the best. MJ was her everything. Gwen knew, ever since being turned, there was a part of her that was constantly prodding her to do whatever MJ said or wanted. That, because MJ created the new Gwen Stacy, that meant she was in charge. Mary-Jane was the owner and Gwen was the ****.

And she was perfectly fine with that. Mary-Jane was her best friend and, now, her lover, too. Gwen didn't care what she was, all she knew is she wanted to be by MJ's side, through thick and thin. To live their new undead life to the fullest. Whatever MJ wanted to do with their new gifts was fine by her, as long as she got to remain by her lover's side.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes! You little fucking slut!" MJ snarled and hissed like a beast in heat as she fingered her friend, hips also bucking wildly, humping and grinding herself up against Gwen's upturned ass. "When I get you home, I'm going to pull all the curtains shut, extra tight, and fuck you from dawn till dusk..." Gwen moaned loudly at the aggression and lust and sheer want in MJ's voice, legs tightening around the redhead's waist, as she came once more, gushing on her friends fingers. Another benefit of vampirism: increased sexual stamina and minimal refractory period between orgasms.

MJ shoved her fingers into Gwen's mouth, letting her suck her own juices off, the blonde lovingly running her over the pale fingers, lips eagerly suckling the cold flesh. "Well, I think before that, we need to do a little clean up..."

Looking around, MJ could not agree more. Shriveled up, drained corpses littered the dance floor, and most of the remaining and living humans were exhausted to the point of collapse. They looked sick and delirious, too, like they were at the tail end of a bender and just about to crest over into hangover territory. Some looked visibly confused, trying to shake off Gwen's purple powers.

"I have an idea, though..." Gwen said in a singsong voice, kissing MJ's cheek, before whispering into her ear. A smile quickly bloomed on MJ's face, as she was even quicker to agree with her friend and partner-in-crime.

MJ went behind the bar and grabbed every last bottle of **** she could fine, smashing it all over the place, along the floor and walls and ceiling. She stalked through Killmonger's office and the backrooms and everywhere else in the club and found as much flammable material as possible, scattering that amongst the club floor, too. Then, she conjured arcs of lightning from her hands and let them dance through the air and the club. The sharp smell of ozone filled the air, quickly replaced by fire. Pure burning. The puddle of ****, the smashed furniture, the cheap wallpaper - looking so pretty beneath the purple lights - it all caught ablaze in a hurry.

The folks caught in the middle only looked mildly concerned though, as Gwen grabbed the mic again and happily cheered them on.

"Listen up, motherfuckers! Me and my girl are going to blow this shithole, but you can stay. In fact, I want you to stay! I want you to keep partying, keep dancing, and keep fucking, and don't quit for any reason whatso ever. Don't stop until you drop!"

Gwen's new power ripped through the air again, the exhausted clubgoers snapping into stiffness, eyes glowing purple once more, as their entranced minds and weak bodies did their best to obey Gwen's orders.

Cackling wickedly, MJ and Gwen left them all to their fates, the brainwashed mass of people ignorant to the spreading fire all around them. The sprinkler system was not enough to beat the flames and the location of the hidden club was so out of the way, so anonymous, fire services did not respond in time.

When dawn broke, by the time the vampiresses were safely in their nest, the club was a pile of burning cinders, everyone and everything consumed by the fire.

And the people hadn't stopped until they dropped.