You exit the club, you have to pay a small visit to a certain man.

You were supposed to get married tomorrow but tomorrow you’ll be sleeping, Mary made sure of that. But that doesn’t mean that you have to be the only one responsible for the failure of the wedding. JJ, your sweet JJ, will take the blame gladly, even if it means that he has to die. What better place to start your love story with the night than over the cooling corpses of your former lover's family?

The Rockwell's estate is bathed in the moonlight. It has been the center of tremendous activity just a few hours ago but now all is quiet. Everyone is sleeping tight as tomorrow should be the great day. Should? Yes, because not many of the house inhabitants will live through the night.

First you'll visit the younger sister, flown in from her university for the celebration. Panting in your hands she will die begging for more. Then you'll drop by the parents room, you'll surprise them in the middle of a steaming hot sex session and you'll insinuate yourself between the cracks of their deliciously old couple. Bathing in their blood you'll come again and again. And finally you'll honor your man, you'll fuck him until sunrise and then you'll fuck him some more on the following nights. Draining him of his seed and blood for weeks to come until he makes you his only heir and then you'll destroy him in an apotheosis of pleasure.

In a few centuries you'll look back on this night, your bachelorette night, and you'll be thankful to Mary and the mistress for having helped you make the right choice. But until then you'll have a far too busy schedule fanging and fucking your way through mankind to even think about it.