Blood of her own

You feel the last of the sun's rays vanish. You exit your coffin to stand by the slab where Lorelei stirs.

In life she had been vivacious and beautiful. In **** she looks wicked and sexy. Her once tan skin is pale and almost gray. Her breasts are fuller and more round. Her slender fingers end with obsidian claws. Her eyes snap open, a pair of rubies set in dark sockets.

She smiles at you, canines extending. "I thought this was going to be cool, but this...this is so much better than I a expected."

"Would you like to hunt with me Lorelei?"

"Hunt? I don't want hunt I want to kill my parents. The kept little Lorelei on a leash long enough. No more fucking allowance, I want it all."

"I commend your lust for power little one, but for something like that we need a plan."

"I have a plan. We break in, drain them dry. Then I mindfuck my weak willed little brother, make him write a note and then shoot himself in the head."

It's reckless and dangerous but it might just work. Having that kind of money would make your little group unstoppable. You could help her, let her go on her own, or put a stop to this.