Dracula & His Harem

It was a bitterly cold night in Gotham. Snow blanketed the city in a pristine white, its beauty masking the darkness beneath. Most of Gotham’s citizens stayed huddled in their warm homes, venturing out only when absolutely necessary. Yet, for others, the quiet offered opportunity. One such individual prowled the shadows—Selina Kyle, better known as Catwoman.

Tonight, she had a singular goal: the Gotham Museum of History. Her contacts had whispered about an exhibit featuring relics from Transylvania, among them a legendary diamond known as The Cat. For Selina, its name alone made it irresistible. However, she wasn’t naive—she knew Batman would anticipate her interest. That’s why she’d waited until the very last night of the exhibit, knowing full well that the Bat’s attention would be elsewhere.

“The Joker escapes, and Bruce goes chasing after him like clockwork,” she muttered to herself, a sly grin tugging at her lips as she perched on a gargoyle overlooking the museum. "It’s almost too easy. While the Bat’s chasing a clown, I’m chasing treasure."

Within minutes, she was inside the museum, moving like a shadow. Her athletic grace allowed her to avoid the guards with practiced ease. She pressed herself against the cold marble walls, listening intently as the last guard’s footsteps echoed away.

“This is why I work alone,” she whispered. “Less noise, more profit.”

The Transylvanian exhibit was vast, filled with artifacts of macabre history: weapons, ornate chalices, and eerie paintings of pale figures with piercing eyes. She paused before a statue of a man impaled on a stake. The plaque read: Prince Vlad III Basarab, also known as Vlad Drăculea—Vlad the Impaler.

“Charming,” she said dryly, moving on.

Her emerald eyes lit up as they found the centerpiece of the exhibit: a massive stone sarcophagus. Its surface was intricately carved with ancient runes and depictions of winged creatures. Embedded at its center, glinting under the dim museum lights, was the diamond—The Cat.

“Well, hello, gorgeous,” Selina purred, running a gloved finger over the gem. It was larger than she expected, its facets catching the light like frozen fire. “You’re coming home with me.”

She retrieved a small vial of acid from her tool belt. A few drops on the stone surrounding the diamond, and it began to hiss and melt. As the fumes rose, she stepped back, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Come on, come on,” she whispered.

The acid did its job, and she pried the diamond free with a triumphant grin. But as she did, her hand slipped, and a sharp edge of the sarcophagus nicked her finger.

“Damn it,” she hissed, pulling her hand back. A few drops of blood seeped through her glove and onto the ancient stone. Panic flared in her chest. “Great. Just great. If Bruce finds this, he’ll have a blood sample. That’s all I need.”

She licked her finger clean and wiped the sarcophagus, trying to erase any trace of herself. Satisfied, she tucked the diamond into her pouch.

Unbeknownst to Selina, her blood had seeped into the crevices of the sarcophagus, awakening something within. Deep inside, a desiccated heart absorbed the life essence, and with it came a terrible stirring. The air grew colder, the shadows deeper.

A grinding noise shattered the silence. Selina froze, her pulse quickening. Slowly, she turned to see the massive stone lid of the sarcophagus sliding off and crashing to the floor.

“What the—?!”

Her words died in her throat as a figure rose from within. Its flesh was withered, its eyes glowing like embers in the dim light. The creature straightened, its movements slow but deliberate, as if testing its long-dormant body.

Selina took an involuntary step back. Her voice came out in a shaky whisper. “Okay…this is not what I signed up for.”

The creature’s eyes locked onto hers, and she felt an unnatural pull. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but her legs refused to obey. Slowly, almost hypnotically, she moved toward it, her mind clouded by a strange, irresistible power.

“No, no, no,” she muttered, fighting to break free of its spell. But it was useless.

The last thing she remembered was the creature leaning down, its fangs gleaming as they pierced her neck. Pain and ecstasy surged through her in equal measure, and then everything went black.

When Selina awoke, she was in the back of a police car, her hands cuffed behind her. Two officers sat in the front, one of them glancing back at her with a smug grin.

“Looks like your luck ran out, Catwoman,” he said.

Selina didn’t respond. She stared at her reflection in the window, her mind racing. She felt…different. Her senses were sharper, her body stronger. And her heart—she realized with a start—she could not feel it.

The officer’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “You’re awfully quiet back there. Usually, you’ve got some snarky comeback. Cat got your tongue?”

Selina smirked, her lips parting to reveal elongated canines. “Something like that.”

Her hunger hit her like a tidal wave, and she could hear the officers’ hearts pounding in their chests. The sound was intoxicating.

“You’re going to want to pull over,” she said, her voice smooth and commanding.

The driver frowned. “What are you—”

“Pull over. Now.”

Her words weren’t a suggestion—they were an order, and the driver obeyed without question, parking in a dark alley.

Selina’s smirk widened as she leaned forward, her newfound power surging through her.

Her mind was clouded, confused. There was an eerie sensation around her neck that she couldn’t shake. The cold had come so suddenly—the feeling of her suit unzipped around her neck, the rush of air against her skin. It didn’t make sense, and the memory felt foggy, like it was slipping away from her grasp. Her body seemed to have moved on its own accord, as though someone had controlled her actions.

But whatever had happened, the hunger was real now.

“Let’s make this quick, boys,” she purred, her voice barely a whisper. “I’ve got a long night ahead of me.”

The officer’s heart beat faster as she leaned in, her fangs flashing as she sank them into his neck. The blood flowed, and Selina’s mind swirled in a haze of dark satisfaction. Whatever this was, this transformation—it was now part of her, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop it.