You drown in a sea of pleasure and blood and then you wake up

Rising from the depths of unconsciousness, you’re brought back to life by the sound of a crying woman.

You’re sitting on a large armchair. You can feel its rough fabric against your bare skin. You’re naked. How long have you been… dead?

You don’t really care. The woman’s complaint is all you can focus on but the compassion you would expect to be feeling is not there. In its place, you feel dominion. This woman belongs to you. You are superior, you are the ultimate predator, you are who hunts the hunter. You are a vampire and you are thirsty.

You open your eyes. You are in a lounge with large red couches. You can feel the pitching and tossing of the boat. In the darkness you also feel the presence of your sisters Debra and Caroline as well as another sister you don’t know. She’s old, old and powerful.

The crying woman comes from the sofa in front of you. She is young, no more than twenty five. She has been tied and gagged as a present for you. Her arms are held over her head and her legs are spread. She’s naked; her pink intimacy is highlighted by the light brown tanned skin of her belly. Her almond shaped eyes look at you, terrified. Her cheeks are covered in black makeup drips. Her offered body is a promise of voluptuous pleasures. The muffled sound of her cries is like music to your ears.

You stand and kneel in front of her. Instinctively you know that the woman’s pleasure will fuel your own. You run your fingers over the tense muscles of her legs. She shivers and her cries intensify. The pulsations of her flower tell you that, despite her terrible fright, she is starting to enjoy this. You gently deposit a chaste kiss on her pubis. Your mouth lingers on the furry mound absorbing the heat.

The cries of the girl quiet down replaced by her harsh breathe. Your lips part and with the tip of your tongue you start titillating her tiny bean. Her thighs close around your head. She arches her back, writhing in pleasure.

Drenched with her fluids, your lips part even more, your fangs extend and you strike.

You stand. By your side, Deb wipes the blood of your first victim from your lips and face. Nicole unties the now dead body and hands you a large white bathrobe. The third silhouette walks out of the darkness. She is small, dark haired, her beautiful red eyes glow with the intensity of a thousand deaths. You recognize her for your mistress, your sovereign.

“My name is Mina” she says.

You bow your head as you recognize her power and your duties towards her.

“The fourth member of your group, the Helsing bitch, you will bring her to me.”

“Yes mistress,” Deb, Caroline and you reply in unison.

As you exit the room to accomplish the glorious mission your new mistress has given you, you wonder on the words of your lady.

“Helsing? I always thought Nicole’s last name was Larsen…”