No turning back now...

[Tori's POV, Seattle, 2029. The first days of the Vampire Revolution.]

Tori kisses her mother deeply on the mouth as her mother rubs her sex through her cotton panties. Carla’s touch is impossibly perfect and Tori writhes against her. Tori moans loudly as Carla kisses her way up along Tori’s jawline, kissing her temple, before licking and sucking on Tori’s ear. Tori shudders as Carla begins to kiss her neck, Carla’s fingers slipping under the elastic of her daughter’s panties to tease her lips. Tori runs her fingers through Carla’s thick dirty-blonde hair, biting her lip as her mother makes out with her neck. Reaching down from Carla’s hair, Tori’s hand roams to Carla’s large breast, squeezing it for comfort. Carla’s fingers find Tori’s clit, where she rubs the hood in circles as Tori totally melts with desire. “I love you baby” Carla whispers in Tori’s ear before returning to her neck. Carla lightly drags her fangs along the tender skin of Tori’s neck, making Tori moan. Tori badly wants those fangs in her throat. Carla strikes, sinking her fangs deep, deep, into her daughter’s neck. Tori closes her eyes, euphoric…

Tori awakens from her dream, alone in her mother’s bed. She reaches down, feeling her damp panties, embarrassed - even though she is alone. She skipped that day of school, mostly just sleeping all day and cuddling with her mother. Yawning, she looks at the clock: 2am. She wants to just go back to sleep. Sleeping through school was lovely today. Going back to the dream doesn't sound too bad, either...

Last night… talking about the girls at school… maybe it was just talk Tori tells herself, but not very convincingly. She knows what is coming. Deep down, she knows that she chose what is about to happen. There is no turning back now… she thinks with mixed feelings.

A slit of light appears at the door. Tori squints, seeing her mother's hourglass silhouette in the doorframe.

"Tori, honey, it's time" Carla days softly. Tori has butterflies in her stomach, but isn't sure what it means.

After a short drive, Carla and Tori come to a house marked "for sale". The lights are off save for a small illuminated window leading into the basement. With every passing moment this becomes more and more real. Tori doesn't know if she's walking out of a dream or into one, though. Carla leads Tori through the front door, and down a flight of steps into an unfinished basement lit with a single naked incandescent bulb, casting a sickly yellow hue over everything.

Tori gasps, her hand over her mouth.

Kneeling on the floor are her tormentors - the four worst of them. They are naked, hands bound behind their backs, ball gags in their mouths. They wear collars attached to chains bolted to the floor. Tori isn’t sure when her mother had time to do this, but then notices the copious blood stains on the cement floor. She’s used this house before Tori shudders.

“Kennedy, Madison, Jennifer, Reagan - I think you know my daughter, Tori” Carla sneers at the blonde high-schoolers. They look so similar - same haircut, same makeup (now tear-streaked), the same slim figures. Carla turns to Tori: “I guess Jennifer’s mommy and daddy didn’t love her enough to name her after a president too” Carla laughs. The captive humans scream into their gags, twisting in their bindings. Tori can’t say she that isn’t enjoying seeing her bullies humiliated, but she is having second thoughts.

“Mom, I think you’ve taught them a good lesson. I don’t think they’ll be bothering me anymore” Tori says half-heartedly. She says it more out of a sense of obligation - it is what she is supposed to say. But the more she looks at Kennedy and Jennifer’s proud smirking faces brought low, the more and more revenge she actually wants.

“Nonsense, my dear” Carla says with a dismissive wave of her hand. “People don’t change…well, I changed...but humans don’t” Carla chuckles. “Our friends here need to learn that they aren’t the queen bees that they thought they were. They are not the top of the food chain.”

Tori’s eyes go wide as she watches her mother grab Jennifer under the armpit and roughly yank her to her feet. Carla opens her mouth wide, letting her fangs click into place, and drives her sharp teeth deep into Jennifer’s shoulder. Blood pours down Jennifer’s back as she shrieks into her gag as Carla drinks her. The other captives have become more hysterical, pulling on their chains, but the slack basically allows them to rise to their feet but not do much else. Tori is both horrified and aroused as she watches Carla bite harder into Jennifer. She savors the expression of total despair on Jennifer’s face. She doesn’t feel as guilty as she thought that he would.

Carla pushes Jennifer to the floor, tearing her neck with her teeth as she does so that Jennifer lays on the floor gargling and bleeding out. Carla grins at Tori, blood coating her fangs and lips and chin. Tori smiles back, feeling an immense catharsis as she watches Jennifer bleed out.

“I don’t think Jennifer will be bothering you again” Carla says as Jennifer takes a final rasping, gurgly breath and expires. Carla moves to yank Reagan to her feet from behind her. Carla stands behind her, one hand around Reagan’s throat, and removes Reagan’s gag. “Is there anything that you’d like to say to my daughter?” Carla asks.

“We’re sorry Tori! Please, just let us go! Please! We won’t say anything to you again. We promise! Please!!” Reagan sobs, taking heaving gasps as she cries uncontrollably. “Tori - please - I have a mom and a dad and a brother, don’t do this” Reagan says. This gives Tori pause, and suddenly she feels a little sick.

“I’ll eat them too” Carla laughs cruelly, before stabbing her fangs into the side of Reagan’s neck, pulling her head back by the chin as she feeds. Blood streams down over Reagan’s breasts and stomach, over her legs. Tori feels both aroused and disgusted. Carla again rips her fangs from the girl’s neck, letting her collapse to the floor and bleed out. Carla moves to her daughter, reaching out to brush the hair from her face.

“Tori, baby, you don’t have to eat shit from anyone anymore. Never again” Carla says sweetly, pulling Tori into a hug. Tori let’s her head fall to her mother’s shoulder as Carla shushes her and sways with her lovingly. It’s a jarring experience, the sweetness of her mother’s maternal caresses with the brutality behind them. “I did this for you. I want us to do this together” Carla says seductively. Carla breaks the hug and goes to a table, grabbing a large butcher knife. She moves behind Kennedy and tugs the girl’s head back by the hair, holding the knife out to her daughter.

“Go on, sweetie, show them how strong you’ve become” Carla says.

{all characters in this chapter are 18+}