The thirst always wins!

After rescuing the Commissioner and much of the Gotham police, the two wolves had decided to escape to the woods and be out of sight. Finally, away from the dark cold brick of Gotham and into the lush canopy of the Gotham forests, Bruce breathed in deeply and looked over to the setting sun, the hairs on his back prickling as he watched the yellow sun turn a rust orange. Even then the truth of the matter still hit home, he was a werewolf… in the middle of the day. Standing well over 13 feet tall, the massive, hulking wolf looked down at his clawed hands in the waning sunlight, flexing his clawed fingers. Then he felt a presence come behind him and wrapped two pairs of arms around him, one over his shoulders, the other around his waist before he felt a snout touch his and lick his nose.

“Between you and me, as screwed up as this might be, this is a dream come true!”

“I have control now, perfect control of who and what I am.” Bruce said, turning to face the taller cragwolfess smiling down at him as he wrapped his own arms around her waist, feeling her three rows of ample breasts press up against his chest and stomach. Kissing him deeply, Kara sighed and whimpered, not even resisting when she was led back and her back pressed up against a tree. “I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you attention, you or our cubs.”

“Well… I know of ONE way you can make it up to me.” Husked Power girl, licking his nose again in between kisses and lowering one of her hands to paw and grope at his rising erection. Deepening the kiss, Kara giggled when she felt him hoist one of her legs up, his hardness thrusting into her and making the werewolfess sigh and whimper, lolling her head back and gasp when she felt Bruce nibble and lick at her neck. “Hmmm… Yes, Harder, HARDER!” Leaning against the old oak tree in the deepest end of the Gotham woods, Karen howled and keened. Her leg wrapped around Bruce’s as he thrust into her harder, licking up the slopes of her many breasts to kiss the wolfess deeply. Her upper arms draped over his broad shoulders while her lower arms gripped the tree behind her, her claws gouging deep claw marks into the bark as her lover increased his tempo.

Lifting her other leg up to wrap around his waist, Kara locked herself around him and howled as he thrust harder and harder, gripping at the scruff of black fur on his back for leverage as he thrust deeper into her folds. “Huff, huff…Please Bruce, I… ‘Huff’ want this, NEED this…” Eventually the two had gone rigid, howling out a roar of release when Bruce finally came hard into the alpha female, her own orgasm crashing through her as she shivered in his grasp and slumped heavily on top of him. Collapsing onto his back, Kara fell on top of him and peppered his face and chest with licks and kisses, whimpering with bliss as she joined him for another kiss.

“I love you...I… I want more cubs, I want YOUR cubs… ONLY your cubs…” Rolling onto her back, she was pleased to find her lover roll on top of her, instinctively wrapping her legs around him against as they kissed and explored each other. “We could… We could STAY here, right here, live out in the wilds while you hunt food for us, and I tend to our cubs.”

Kissing her again, more deeply, Bruce looked her in the eyes, noticing for the first time she appeared so vulnerable, despite being one of the most powerful lycanthropes in Gotham. “Maybe… One day, but for now the city needs me, needs us Kara.”

Slowly looking away, Kara eventually nodded. “You’re right… Dracula is still out there.”

“And so is whoever attacked Jason, there’s something building, something that might be the end of Gotham if we don’t do something about it.” Getting up, the two took their time separating from one another before they made their way back to the cave.

*

“Impossible…” The whisper lingered in everyone’s minds after Dracula pulled his hand out of the gaping wound in the abyssal demon’s eye socket, the slithering chaotic mass of tentacles, eyes and teeth slumping heavily to the ground like wounded octopus as all of reality shifted around it. Closing his eyes as the moment of vertigo passed, Dracula looked around to find he and the others had never left their spot outside the castle, his brides on their knees quickly rousing from the madness afflicted upon them. “Impossible…” Pulling the blindfold off his eyes and spitting out his mouth guard, Constantine had no more need of it as the madness demon coiled and twisted into itself, retreating into the abyss from the portal that summoned it.

Looking up at the trench coat wearing warlock, Dracula’s eyes turned blood red. The man never had a chance to make a gesture of a spell before Dracula had his hand around the man’s neck.

“YOU!... You would have me on my hands and knees drooling like an animal to be put down?!”

“Ynnnng… Dnnnt mmmmke it hrrrd…” Wheezed John, the hand around his throat squeezing harder. Looking down at the open portal where the demon Chhhhrrrrraaakzzzzhllllooommmmnfrrrrrooodrrrrrzzz slithered away to make its escape, Dracula glared back at the man in his grasp.

“If you feel so comfortable in the company of such abominations, then JOIN THEM IN HELL!” Hoisting Constantine up over his head, the Count tossed the warlock into the portal, the demon wrapping its tentacles around John’s screaming body just as the portal closed behind him, leaving not a trace but the burnt circle of salt. With the demon’s influence lifted, Dracula’s brides slowly stood back up, their gate unsteady as the maddening fog in their minds lifted.

“What… What WAS that?” Asked Talia, the crack in her voice showing her vulnerability from the experience, holding herself tightly.

“He’s NEVER used something like that before, I never knew something that… That EVIL existed.” Evil she could understand, now, but the abyssal creature was a level she was not prepared for, a creature devoted to the single-minded drive of self-destruction, of oblivion, pure nihilism. Even without a conscience, it shook her to her core. “It’s over, isn’t it my love?” Seeing the count straighten himself and nod in the affinitive, Zatanna sighed in relief, basking in the cool air as the sun had begun to fall into dusk. Her necrotic powers of darkness returning to her.

“Thirsty…”

Hearing Vicky speak for the first time, the vampire looked down at the prone woman, her eyes glazed over staring into nothing. Then her lips pulled back to reveal her fangs and she hunched forward.

“THIRSTY!”

“Vicky, what has gotten…” Taken back when Vicky Vale snapped her attention to the confused Talia, Vicky’s eyes had gone blood red, and her teeth grew sharper by the second. Sneering and dripping drool from her fanged lips, Vicky hissed and fell to her hands and knees, her back cracking as her body began to twist and change.

“THUUUUURSTEEEEEEE!!!!”

Her shoes burst open to free her toes, the digits growing long and sharp like the talons of some predatory bird. Her arms began to lengthen, hands splaying out larger and wider, her fingers becoming webbed in leathery flesh and spreading out into wings. Crying out, her lips pulled back wider as her skull pushed forward; her nose pulling up and her ears growing long and wide like the spaded blades of a shovel while her neck grew longer, thicker. By now she had doubled in size, then doubled again. A tail grew out and became stout and long, easily the length of her body as her neck finally stopped at a meter in length. Her clothes stretched to capacity before they tore and split off her body. Her new wings continued to grow larger, flapping before she folded them into pinions that rested on her knuckles, her thumb and index finger becoming a pair of sharp claws for her wings to rest as her body expanded and grew. The Leathery material of her wings joined her hind legs and again with the base of her tail, hanging like drapes from her folded arms. A sheen of dirty golden hair spread over her back and down her tail.

When the transformation had ended, the hideous creature looked like the starved amalgamation of a bat and a dragon, panting heavily and still drooling from the bear trap of a jaw left slack from the changes.

“V-vicky?”

Instantly snapping its attention to the two women stunned looking back at it, the creatures eyes bore into those of Talia and Zatanna, stunning them with its hypnotic gaze. Rearing back like a serpent ready to strike, the monster that used to be Vicky Vale lunged with open jaws, only to stop at the outstretched hand of Count Dracula standing between it and his two remaining brides. Like slamming into a wall, the creature recoiled and growled at the intense will of the necromantic power over it, preventing it from feasting on the two sources of blood it found.

“BACK!”

The screech the beast made was so intense, the shockwave shattered windows and set off car alarms in its wake, flapping its wings, the beast took flight and flew off, circling the castle like a carrion bird overhead. Free of its transfixing gaze, Taila and Zatanna blinked and stumbled, looking up when they heard the monster screech out in fury again. “What… What has she become?!” Asked Talia, her hands to her mouth in shocked horror.

Breathing a sigh of disappointment, Dracula answered. “She has become Vargheist, Strigoi, mindless thirst.”

“What?”

“Within every vampire there lies an inner beast that draws from the thirst, it is tempered by the will of that vampire… Until that will be broken.” Raising his hand up to gesture to the draconian bat circling overhead, the Count continued. “No two are ever alike, but if the mind is shattered, the will broken and humanity beaten, all that remains is the thirst.”

Taken back by this revelation, the two brides looked back between Vicky flying overhead and their lover, looking down in disappointment at what Vicky had become. “Heed my warnings my brides, you may live to see centuries, millennia, but if you allow the last scrap of who you are die, THAT is what will take your place, for the thirst is always ever present, and always will be.”

Heeding the harsh warning of their lover, the two brides joined Dracula back into the castle, night was falling, and the full moon had yet to rise.