The next evening

A cool night breeze as well as the chant of the crickets wake you up once again. Jonathan is nowhere to be seen. Enjoying your new condition and all its wonderful sensory perks, you reminisce of the events from last night.

***

Preservation he had said before wrapping his arms around your hips. Willingly you had given yourself to him, offering your neck to his cold mouth. The overwhelming expectation of the bite as he gently kissed your neckline had filled you with lust. But he had refused to sink in, making your desire for him grow even stronger, taking his time.

He had laid you on the bed, rolled up your dress and, placing a gentle kiss on your mons, his cold tongue had traced a groove following the lines of your lips. Finally, pushing past the curtain of flesh, his saliva had entered in contact with your own juices and you had instantly exploded into an orgasm the proportions of which you had never thought possible. Shaken to the root of your being, a powerful geyser of appreciation flooding your cavern, you had grabbed his face and pushed it deeper inside you. His fangs had finally penetrated you. A moment of pain followed by yet another orgasm, this one ten times more powerful than the previous.

He had drank you whole, unable to stop, unwilling to stop. Left you and empty husk of pure ecstasy.

Waking up to a whole new universe, you had noticed a third presence in the room. Anita.

Your master had her sit on the bed by your side. He had guided you, shown you how to feed without turning the poor maid. All three of you had made love all night, until the first rays of the sun, licking your naked bodies, had burned you. The curtains had been drawn and you had made love for some more time before falling from exhaustion around noon.

***

You roam the hacienda looking for your maker.

After a while, you find him by a large fireplace in a library with more books than you have ever read. He invites you to sit at his feet on a thick carpet. He finishes the chapter he is reading before joining you. You make love again.

Later that night, Jonathan takes you to the small coastal town of Barracoa in his 1958 cabriolet. The old colonial town is just a few miles away. You corner a couple of tourists enjoying a night walk on the beach. You feed from them, you kill the man but let the girl live. You bring her back to the hacienda. For the next few nights she is your willing plaything. She finally dies, you do not care.

After six months, Jonathan tells you that he wants you to tour the world.

“Are you growing bored of me?”

“No, not really, not yet, but things are going to change soon and it is important that you enjoy the old world while it lasts.”

He refuses to say more but you suspect that your mistress Mina might be planning something now that she is the last remaining Master and that no other will ever rise.

A few years later you come back to Barracoa, summoned by Jonathan. You gladly reunite with your maker and lover and as terrible events unfold all around the world you wait for the new dark ages to rise from the ashes of the old world. Soon you will be free to enjoy openly everything humanity has to offer to your kind. You are glad.