Stake Francesca

You held the tears in your eyes and punched down the stake with all the strength you had. The stake went straight through Fran's heart, and she released her grip on your arm instantly.

"I'm really sorry..." You sobbed for the excessive pain that the memories of good old days had brought you. You weakly knelt down and looked at her.

The astonishment and fear flashed across Fran's face in a short moment, and she just gently smiled. A smile just like the one she gave you in the barn. You were surprised, but this time you held her chin softly and kissed her on the lips. She has been waiting for her prince since that day, and you finally did what you were too embarrassed to do back then. Fran barely moved and she allowed you to explore her mouth freely with you tongue.

You broke the kiss shortly after and stared at her eyes. You loved them when they were black. Her eyes were clear now, even though they were still red, but the hungry, crazy light behind them were gone.

"Thank you, James... I'm glad... that I have the time to say... goodbye..." Fran spoke feebly. She gave you a grateful smile and turned into a pile of ash in a few seconds.

"Goodbye, Fran." You sprinkled the ashes left in your hand on the remains of Fran, and sat by the wall next to her. You hugged your knees to your chest and tried to cope with the overwhelming grief and loss.

Memories of Fran flooded your mind - her laughter, her kindness, her determination. She had been your closest friend, your confidant, and probably your lover in her last moment. And now, she was gone, forever.

The wounds on your arm were still dripping blood, and you didn't think you cared anymore. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, but the vacuum created by losing someone you loved could never be filled. You didn't know what to do and just closed your eyes.

You must've fallen asleep, or passed out from losing too much blood, at some point. When you woke up again, it was already nighttime and you heard laughter, screams, pants and even moans outside the house. You knew what was happening, but you didn't have the strength or the will to do anything now.

Suddenly, your mind vaguely connected with Olivia's and you saw what was happening.

Olivia suddenly appeared from the wayside woods and stood in front of the jeep, which was carrying Brandon who was being evacuated from the city.

In panic, the driver turned the wheel and the jeep slammed into a tree. The two vampire hunters in the back seats weren't hurt bad, but Brandon was not so lucky. He hasn't recovered from the crash when he was pulled out by Olivia and slammed on the ground. Bearing the severe injury he lost the strength to fight back and became a puppet in the vampire's hands.

"I've been watching where you're going through the eyes of my fledglings, Priest!" Olivia laughed ravenously when she tore his clothes apart to reveal his neck, "I've always wanted to taste someone as holy as you!"

Olivia wasted no time and dived down, penetrating his neck with her sharp fangs. Brandon didn't even have the strength to scream. He looked to the car and, with a miserable looking expression on his face, begged the vampire hunters for help.

One the other side of the crashed car, Melissa Ashton, a lady at her late 20s with silver-gray short hair, the sergeant you've been trying to contact and a newly-turned vampire now, was **** the poor driver on the grass. Her uniform was torn into pieces, with blood on it everywhere. The once honorable sergeant has been turned into a pure slut, who knew nothing but craving sex and blood. She rode on top of the driver while pinning his both hands to the side, preventing him from grabbing any weapons.

"Yes... Yes! Ah!" She laughed and moaned intensely for the pleasure. When her womb was finally filled with the driver's hot sperm, she rewarded him with a bite on the neck.

The hunters were finally out of the car and they immediately shot down Melissa with the rifles. She didn't have the chance to fight back before she was stabbed by a wooden stake through the heart.

But when they quickly returned to the other side, Olivia has already finished her play with Brandon. She was feeding him her blood, enjoying to the **** pleasure from corrupting a priest. The hunters were professional and they didn't underestimate the master vampire for one bit. One of them rapidly fired at her to keep her from retaliating and the other one approached her with a stake in his hand.

When the stake was driven through her heart, Olivia dropped on the ground immediately. Before her body turned to dust she saw the two vampire hunters mercifully killed Brandon with a shot between his eyes. Oh, my lord... Forgive me... She whispered in her mind and perished. A red mist rose from her remains and disappeared. There wasn't any peace for her in her last moments. Only the endless void.

Your connection with Olivia was broken.

"Have you seen that, Fran? That bitch is gone." You smiled at the pile of ash next to you and closed your eyes contentedly.