Victorian America - chapter 3

Megan is pissed. Megan should be at home resting, not freezing her butt in this stupid forest. Megan is entering in her third mating period and her hormones are all through the roof and on top of that full Moon is just two nights away. But Lady Vanessa, the Countess' daughter, asked her mother to have a Canine help and since Megan was the only one available at the castle tonight, Megan had to follow the little brat.

And now Megan is waiting, crouching between the roots of a tree, for the little bitch to finish fucking the Park Ranger in the back of his car. The air is full of the smell of her Mistress' secretions. Megan looks at the garlic necklace she had to take out of the car for Lady Vanessa.

"Useless vampires," she thinks.

Suddenly the pathetic little scream of the ranger and a subtle change in the structure of the smell indicates to Megan that her Mistress is now feeding on her victim. The slurping sounds and the smell of blood fill the night. Megan can't help it but to lick her lips.

Lady Vanessa finally steps out of the car; she rearranges her night dress, collects some blood from the corner of her mouth and turns to Megan.

"Okay, so the traveler was taken into town but this stupid fuck, she was taken to a doctor Mitchell. We should pay him a visit but first I'd like to have a look at the truck. Mother will be quite pleased if we manage to find this one tonight. And Megan..."

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Stop licking your parts, it's disgusting."

"Yes, Mistress, sorry Mistress, it's just that with the full Moon coming the wolf part usually takes over the human part."

But the vampire has already transformed into a bat and flown away in the woods. Megan spits a pubic hair and starts running through the woods trying to keep up.

"At least I will get some exercise," she thinks.