[Mind Connection]

You focused your mind and suddenly you had a vision.

Night Crawler's Bar. Fran and Tracy chatted for a while in the changing room before they split up. Tracy went to the counter and started her shift, and Fran walked through the back door and left the bar. It's so cold... She lowered her head and rubbed her hands to warm them. She didn't pay much attention to the road until she bumped into someone at the end of the alley.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you alright?" Fran immediately looked at the lady with an apology.

The lady was looking at her with a weird smile. It was at this moment that Fran recognized the brunette in front of her. It was Olivia. She met her two months ago on the Thanksgiving night. In a short moment she remembered everything James has told her this afternoon, but it was too late.

"Francesca, what a coincidence." Olivia approached Fran and cornered her back in the alley, "I was just looking for you."

"I... I..." Fran wanted to scream, but she couldn't. She has gazed into Olivia's eyes for too long to escape her grasp.

"Where is James? Talk." Olivia pushed Fran on the wall with a single hand and threatened her.

"He said... he's going to the church... And then he'll go back to my home..." Fran shivered in fear. She couldn't even say anything else until she was asked. She knew better that it was futile for her to resist.

"The church? Our little boy has made some new friends, it seems." Olivia smiled while she licked her beautiful teeth, "In that case, I have a proposal for you, Francesca. You want to be with him, don't you? I can make him love you."

"Yes..." Fran muttered. She didn't even know whether she should say that, but she said it anyway.

"Good. Now take off your dress and be quiet."

So Fran obeyed. She gently took off her trousers when Olivia stepped closer and kissed her. She felt the cold, salivated tongue invading her mouth and she let out a muffled moan with her eyes closed.

Olivia reached her hand between Fran's thighs, and slowly slid upwards until she reached Fran's intimacy. She parted the lips down there and softly stroked the clit. Fran moaned more intensely, but since her lips were still sealed by Olivia's, she didn't make a loud noise. She shivered from the amazing pleasure that was wiping off the fear on her mind, and her pussy was getting juicy. When Olivia felt the moisture from her fingers, she moved them faster and ripped Fran's clothes apart to give her breast a massage.

Fran's breasts jiggled as Olivia rubbed them roughly. The cold night air brushed against her bare skin. Her body was supposed to be getting numb in this winter night, but it was brought back to life from wherever touched by this pale lady. Her lips, her breasts, her thighs... Her body was becoming so hot and an unstoppable stream was rushing through her veins, yearning to be released. All her senses were consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that Olivia was giving her. Her mind was blank as her body responded not to her own will, but instinctively to the predator's touches.

Fran suddenly felt a short pain on her tongue, and some metallic, sticky liquid got into her mouth. She was curious about what it was, but every drop of it was sucked to the other end. At the same time, she felt a slender, cold finger with sharp nail finding its way into her cunt, and she was immediately overwhelm by the orgasmic pleasure. Her legs were trembling from the electrifying sensation, so she gently lay her arms on Olivia's shoulders to help support herself.

Just when she thought this pleasure was going to last forever, that metallic, sticky liquid returned in her mouth, and this time it was sweeter and colder. A voice was echoing in her head. Drink... Drink... So Fran happily followed and swallowed as much of that liquid as she was offered.

Then, a strange heat began to spread from her throat to her whole body. Wherever it went, she lost the control of that part and only the tingling numbness and the intoxicating stimulation remained. When it finally reached the root of her thighs, Fran moaned lustfully and squirted on Olivia's hand.

Olivia broke the kiss with a smile and with some remains of her blood on her lips. She licked her hand clean before she lifted up Fran's leg and knelt down to lick the drenched pussy. Fran panted and quivered from the blissful feeling, but she couldn't make a noise louder than that. She rolled her eyes backwards and drowned herself in this silent orgasm, while the heat was slowly taking over her.

As Olivia's tongue danced rhythmically on Fran's sensitive areas, Fran's body arched involuntarily as she grabbed Olivia's shoulder tightly. The pleasure was intense, almost painful, but Fran was enjoying every bit of it. She could feel her own body responding to the predator's movements as waves of pleasure washed over her in relentlessly. She was lost in it, unable to think, unable to speak, her entire existence reduced to the sensations coursing through her.

When Olivia had enough of her and penetrated the flesh on her inner thigh, Fran reached her climax again and made Olivia's face wet. Their connection broke a few minutes later as Olivia pulled away from her precious prey. Fran could barely stand. She leaned against the wall as her legs were trembling, her body was still quivering from the orgasm.

"Go home and wait for James, Francesca." Olivia smiled when she cleaned her face with the back of her hand, "You will finish your transformation there. You can make James love you, and you will bring him here. He is mine, forever."

"Yes, Mistress." Fran humbly bowed to her before she dressed up and left the alley.

Olivia left Fran the moment she gave out her command. There was a bar full of energetic blood bags for her to drink and she didn't want to waste any time. She opened the front door and, among those drunks and businessmen, the brown hair bartender immediately caught her eyes. She walked straight to her.

"Good evening, miss. Do you want something to drink?" Tracy smiled at her.

"Please, call me Olivia. And yes, I want a shot of Whiskey." Olivia gazed at her eyes and captivated her mind in mere seconds, "And I want you, too. I would like have some personal time with you upstairs."

"But... boss won't be happy..." Tracy shivered in fear. She tried to resist, but her body didn't listen to her anymore.

"He will." Olivia gently grabbed Tracy's hand and led her out of the counter. Victor came to ask what happened but, just like Olivia said, he was happy to lend his room to the two lovebirds. Wow, that's wonderful, a strange thought rushed in Tracy's mind but she didn't find it strange a moment later.

About an hour later Victor finally realized that something was wrong. Why am I mixing drinks and cleaning the cups myself? He wondered. He was feeling a little bit dizzy, but when he raised his head and saw Tracy sitting right front of him, all the strange feelings were gone.

"Wow, Tracy, you look... fantastic."

The girl was like an angel to him in his eyes right now. The pale skin, the puncture wounds on her breast, the tiny fangs in her mouth, and those red eyes... Those red eyes are really fascinating... Victor gazed Tracy in wonder when she jumped across the counter and pinned him down on the floor.

"You really are happy, just like Mistress said." Tracy licked her fangs and tore his trousers apart.

He understood everything when he drove his erection into her tight cunt. He joyfully welcomed her when she chewed on his neck. He was eager to become her eternal lover and the mistress' loyal servant when he grabbed her arm and drank her blood from the fresh bite wounds.

Someone slowly closed the bar's door and locked the orgy inside.

You almost had a heart attack as your mind returned from the vision.

"Mister!? Are you alright?" The cab driver noticed that you were sweating and panting once you sat down.

All of those were real, right? Fran was bitten by Olivia and she drank her blood... Olivia took everyone in the bar and probably turned all of them... You didn't want to believe, but the lingering pain in your head from the mind connection reminded you that it wasn't an illusion. It was real and it just happened.

You rushed out the cab immediately and ran back to the church.

"Priest Brandon!" You shouted aloud and knocked the door like crazy.

"Mr. Wilson? What brings you back?" Brandon opened the door and frowned. He knew something must've happened, but he was confused that, what could it be in only two minutes after you left?

"Olivia... got my friend... She made Francesca drink her blood..." You breathed heavily, "Could you help me? Fran should be in her home!"

"Did you connect your mind with the vampire's just now? After you're cured?" Brandon was shocked at first, but he quickly realized what happened to you and calmed down, "I wish I could help, but like I just said, the blessing in holy water expires outside the holy ground..."

"Then perform the ritual there!" You held his hands tightly, "Please! She really needs your help!"

"Mr. Wilson, I know what you're going through, but you should know better that this is a trap! The master vampire wants to lure you there and take you. We won't have a chance. Not in nighttime. Even if you get there before she turns, you don't have enough time to bring her here." Brandon shook his head and sighed, "I'm sorry, but your friend's soul is already lost."

"No..." Your legs were shaking terribly.

"And if your friend knows you're here, the master vampire knows, too. They can't enter the holy ground, so I suggest that you stay here for the night." Brandon kept the door open and went inside quietly.

You collapsed by the door and stared at the floor blankly. Why is this happening? You kept asking yourself. The cold wind wiped away what was left of your toughness and shattered your senses. You really didn't know what to do.

Should I stay here? Or should I go to Fran's home and face the consequence of my choices?