In all domestic affairs, a gentleman should always look to his wife first.

It was almost four in the morning as I neared my front door and was shocked to find the woman who'd turned me waiting for me.

"W....w...what do you w....want and h....how did you know where to f.... find me" I just about managed to stutter? Why did I feel so afraid of this nameless woman? The worst had surely already happened. I was already dead, what more could she do to me? Only slowly did it occur to me that in her presence, my mind and my will were no longer my own. They were hers to play with as she pleased, hence my fear. Just what were her intentions towards me?

She spoke so quietly that I couldn't be sure I was actually hearing her words. Maybe they were forming in my mind by some strange occult process. "It was on my conscience that I'd only done half the job when I initiated you into the fellowship of the undead earlier. Yes, I turned you okay, but then I totally forgot to educate you as to how all this is supposed to work. My bad I'm afraid; my memory's just not what it was these days but I guess a couple of centuries of blood sucking can do that to a soul. After all, I've seen and experienced more things than a personal human memory can possibly hold. The thing is, there's very important stuff you need to know right from the outset if you're not going to fuck things up for the the rest of us children of the night. Stuff like NOT leaving enough blood drained corpses lying around to convince the authorities that we vampires might really exist after all. You see, as long as they believe we're just some silly gothic myth, they'll leave us alone. Going about our business discretely is therefore of the essence if we're to be left to enjoy a quiet undeath. As for how I found you, well, since your blood now runs in my veins and my blood runs in yours, we've sort of become one flesh and so share a common race memory. Concentrate your thoughts on me for a short time and you'll suddenly realise that you know almost everything about me. That's how I know about your plans to slaughter your entire family with the exception to your daughter, Susan, whom you wish to groom as your concubine. Big mistake that! Your entire family disappearing would be bound to attract unwanted attention and anyway, such **** measures are totally unnecessary. You see, anyone and everyone you turn automatically becomes your ****. Once turned, that nagging wife of yours and those previously unruly sons will be only too willing to help you semi-snuff your darling Susan. All you have to remember is to ensure you get some of your blood down their throats before they bleed out. Then, give them about an hour in a cool dark room while the toxins in the blood they've swallowed work their magic - and you'll have your own coven in no time. Oh, another thing, you don't have to actually drink every drop of blood coming out of them. Your stomach probably can't hold that much anyway and you can forget all that going for the jugular nonsense. That route takes forever! No, sink you fangs into their carotid arteries situated either side of the windpipe and they'll bleed out in no time. You can drink your fill from the resulting fountains of blood that will inevitably be erupting from their puncture wounds. What else? Ah yes, sunlight. I recommend sunglasses and a factor fifty sun block. We vampires don't tan well I'm afraid since we're slightly allergic to all things ultraviolet. Therefore, beach holidays are not recommended if you want to keep a peachy complexion. As for crucifixes, the truth of the matter is that these are only as lethal to you as door knobs, so unless someone's beating your brains out with one, these can be safely ignored. Any questions?"

Of course I had questions a-plenty, but what with me now sharing my new vampire mistress's failing memory, I've long since forgotten what they were. However, my mistress (and since she had turned me, this rather motherly creature now undoubtedly was my mistress who's dictates I was bound to follow) had one more piece of intelligence to impart. "Start with your wife. The night's almost over so you're running out of time before the normal daily family routine kicks in. She's the only one you'll have time to turn before that happens anyway but even so, you haven't a second to waste. You've now have supernatural powers and a strength you've never possessed before. Therefore, don't be afraid to be violent with her, as you're more or less certain to have to be. Indeed, feel free to positively enjoy being physically violent with her. There'll be no unpleasant consequences, I promise you. Do whatever it takes to expose her throat, smother her attempted screams and sink your fangs into her. You'll love the taste and never mind the resulting mess. New synthetic bedding is relatively cheap these days and who doesn't love an occasional bonfire in their back garden? Oh! I should have said, we don’t sleep in dirt lined coffins unless we really really want to and personally, I think a bed of nails would be preferable. A coffin's definitely the last place I'd wish to be seen dead in!

One last thing, you'll find that all physical contact with frightened, squirming victims is a pure sexual delight to us vampires. All our victims, male and female and of any age. We don’t just drink their blood, we drain them of their spiritual souls leaving just empty but animated bodies for us to have fun with. I must say, having your dying body writhing under me as I drained you gave me the most terrific orgasm. Sex and blood are what we undead live for most, so I'm sure you'll enjoy subduing those virile young sons of yours just as much as you will taking total dominion over your cute little daughter. Fuck the lot of them I say - because I know you will, but wifey first. Okay?"

Just as suddenly as she'd appeared, my matronly monster of a mistress disappeared, leaving me with an intense craving for matrimonial gore. "Brenda" I said to myself (for such is my wife's name), "I'm going to quite literally have you for breakfast." Even as I was saying these words, I felt my blood run cold in my veins as hunger and sexual lust combined to give me an irresistible craving for Brenda's currently warm and living body. The ultimate **** of a woman is to suck all resisting life out of her until she's reduced to being a mere possession you can do with as you please. A **** if you will. One savage attack on my Brenda and that nagging tongue of hers would scold me no more. Ever! A sudden vision of sharp fangs penetrating soft, wobbling tits came to mind and drove out all resistance to what I now knew I had to do. With hardening cock, salivating mouth and a rumbling tummy, I slipped through the front door......