Went to the gloryhole

"...Okay," she whimpered as she stopped resisting, using her hands to spread her cheeks for easier access. She wasn't cut out to be a slayer. Maybe this was for the best.

"That's a good thrall," he cooed from behind as he gave one finally thrust into her depths. As his warm seed rushed inside of her, she could feel the change. Everything that made her her began to grow so very distant, as if her soul itself was leaving her body. It didn't feel bad. In fact.. it felt AMAZING. So amazing, in fact, that the sheer excitement of it all caused Harper herself to climax, spraying herself and the front of the dashboard in her girly cum. This was the start of a whole new life.

**

With the slayer among the ranks of the vampires, the rest of greendale didn't stand a chance. Jeff used Harper to lure Crawford and Naomi, the only defence left, to their doom. They too quickly became whorish vampires enslaved to Jeff, who rose high in the hierarchy of vampires thanks to defeating the slayer.

He never told them how easy it was.

Once the entire school was wrapped around his fingers, his own personal kingdom, he set about bimbofying his favourite and most eager of thralls.

The vampire that was once Harper had become completely unrecognisable from her former self, moulded into the perfect image according to her master's will.

She had no qualms with how things turned out. A loyal devotee of her master's depraved wishes? Living only to serve and please and drown in pleasure? What could possibly be better?

GAME OVER

BAD END 1: Vampire of volition