Bloody Kisses Chpt 32: G War

By Knightmare Elite

(L Series)

“Zenova, did you do that to Alyria?” Janice finally spoke as they walked in unaccustomed silence.

“You like her,” Zenova sang gently slipping her hand into Janice’s.

“What’s with you? Every other vampire I’ve come across is so serious, and you’re just a kid in every sense of the word,” Janice worried for Alyria as they were legitimate friends.

“Well excuse me for trying to be positive face in light of this pleasantry,” Zenova’s fingers loosened from Janice’s sulking away, “You think you’re the only one in a fucked up situation?”

Janice looked at the ground trying to find a non-offensive answer, “I don’t know…”

“Please look at me Janice and tell me what you see?” Zenova politely asked.

“Well, okay,” Janice hesitated looking at the girl, “You look like a regular…Asian teenager. You’re actually kind of cute, but you don’t look anything like they built you up to be.”

“Well I guess you’re right, I don’t look any stronger than you. Take Alyria for example,” Zenova suggested.

Janice nodded as they resumed walking, “Don’t say anything bad about her, she’s really nice to me. I’m sure she’s done some bad stuff in the past, and she said she want to jail--”

“Jail? Oh you must mean her hundred year sentence of solitary confinement,” Zenova smirked watching Janice mouth the term.

“I don’t believe you,” Janice said in defense her newfound confidant, “The woman I saw in there was kind and heartbroken. She was more human than anyone outside this building. Alyria’s not a bad person.”

“So you really don’t know about Half Light?” Zenova stepped to Janice; her pupils dilated transcending the full vampiric spectrum: she blinked.

Zenova blurred before Janice fading into mysterious shapes, with shrill screams coursing the air. Across her spine ran a cold so deep, it gripped her heart releasing in the pressure of a mild stroke. As Janice pressed across her breast she could feel the icy numbness of her nipple, “What are you doing to me?”

“Just giving you a little taste of what it’s like,” Zenova whispered, peering at Janice’s frostbitten nipples.

“….Please no more it….HURTS,” Janice winced in an agony one would only imagine as a prelude to death, “My heart feels like it’s on fire but I’m so cold…”

Zenova brought her fingers to Janice’s stomach admiring the cold sweat, “Does it really hurt that bad?”

Janice opened her mouth emitting a cool breath across Zenova’s forehead, “Are you trying to kill me?”

She moved upward lifting Janice’s breasts, “They’re so heavy, you’re lucky. My breasts stopped growing once I turned 16.”

“I didn’t ask you about my……fucking breasts! Please just..,” the lining of her throat dried out passing arid breaths. With each gasp, Janice felt déjà vu only her aggressor wasn’t an adorable cat girl, “If you kill me, I’m no good to you,” She very hoarsely reminded as her insides felt like a literal volcano.

Zenova merely looked at the gasping woman in a light shrug, “Maybe it would be better without you. If Alyria’s really the person you say she is, then you must be the woman who made her that way…”

“I…can’t…feel,” Janice fell to the floor spurting blood. Each time her scalding innards compressed, “No more….I didn’t even do anything.” With her jaw numbing against the tile, she watched the sideways smile of Zenova.

“Get up, there’s nothing wrong with you,” Zenova stood over Janice crossing her arms, “Well?”

Janice closed her mouth and drew an unobstructed breath. She felt her breast squeezing till the nipple softened in her palm, “So you were just fucking with me?” Janice stood up smoothing down her skirt.

“You don’t get why they’re all afraid of me. Nor do you get how I can be so cheerful and even smile, despite what’s going on,” Zenova lifted Janice’s skirt with her index finger, “You have really nice legs.”

“Thanks Zenova,” Her eyes followed the small fingers grasping her skirt.

“Janice I didn’t do that to hurt you,” Zenova flapped the skirt seeing a white thong, “Oh you’re a virgin. Did you keep yourself pure for Alyria?”

Janice lazily shook her head taking an inebriated step back, “I’m so fucking pissed off at you and I feel so…great,” Janice dreary admitted continually giggling.

“I figured you’d start yelling at me so I’ve relaxed you a bit. Besides, from the second I walked in that room your stress level was through the roof,” Zenova noted.

“How come you can do all these weird things? You’re not like the others what are you?” Janice asked wobbled back and forth, “WOW, I feel AWESOME!”

“Because my blood courses through your body, I can fully control the active strands of my DNA. Not to mention the nanomachines, come,” Zenova offered her hand to the bubbly blonde, “Anyone ever told you that you look like --”

Janice brought an unsteady finger to Zenova’s lips. She laughed watching the finger slowly come back to her lips, “Oh I’m so fucked up!”

“I raised your endorphin level quite a bit. For the next hour or so, you won’t give a shit anything that goes on. And you’ll be high as a kite, feeling okay otherwise?” Zenova asked.

Janice shrugged swinging Zenova’s arm as they walked, “So am I going to be like you?”

“Not quite, there can never be another vampire like me. Let’s put it this way; if I’m god, then you, Valentina Sophette and Alyria are demigods, well goddesses,” Zenova corrected.

“Okay I can live with that,” she shrugged, “Not like I have a choice in the matter. But there’s one thing I don’t get. Why can we have periods and the others can’t?”

“That’s not an easy question to answer. Do you know the popular cliché of the half demon half angel?” Zenova asked walking pasting a particularly intriguing room.

Janice nodded overcome with a soothing vibration between her thighs. She doubled over in buckling knees, meekly gasping in the sensations of an orgasm, “What…the hell is in there?” Janice squatted grasping her skirt above trembling thighs, and acceded in a delicate whimper.

“That, it’s where they keep the bleeding maidens. I think it’s pretty convenient having their blood on tap. Want to go in?” Zenova asked.

“I think I just came,” Janice shyly announced wearily standing to her feet.

Zenova nodded seeing the small puddle of blood, “The body is only as resistant as the mind allows it to be.” She swiped her hand across the panel; door opening in the myriad hemorrhaging adolescence pertained exclusively for those of nefarious intentions.

“Dammit I bled all over my thong!” Janice groaned seeing the prevalent red amidst the white, “I JUST put this on!”

“Settle down, it’s not as if you’ll offend anyone walking around like that,” Zenova reminded.

Janice feverishly sniffed the air feeling the subtle pulses between her thighs, “Why does it smell so good in here?” she skimmed her lips seeing the young girls stand at attention.

A redhead with bright freckles slowly stepped forward. Her eyes were fixated on a droplet of blood falling between Janice’s skirted legs. She stopped short of the two as was protocol, “How may we be of service to you?”

Zenova stepped to the girl taking her hand, “Its okay I’m just showing her around.”

“Okay,” the girl meekly answered in a concealed sigh of relief. In the same sense, as her hand was caressed and licked by a panting Zenova, she fretted.

Janice waved to the various girls expecting the very worst of the visit, “Hi, I’m new…Valentina turned me,” She received scarce waves, “Hey do any of you know Sophette?”

At that very name, the room erupted in simultaneous gasps. Even the girl who stood silently before Zenova frowned at the name.

“Janice, you’re not supposed to mention her around the girls. She has a bit of a reputation toward the younger flesh,” Zenova explained on a lingering whisper.

The girl shuffled her feet nodding within her trembles, “She scares us, we’ve heard all these stories about her, how she preys on young girls,” The girl stepped closer seeing something different in Zenova.

“You don’t have to worry. Sophette is strictly forbidden from entering this room. And if she so much as looks at one you, “Zenova smiled garnering her into an embrace, “I’ll deal with her personally.”

“Do you really mean that?” In her skepticism she was comforted within the arms of Zenova, “Have you heard about that vampire named Chocolate?”

Zenova drew back continually smiling at the girl, “I really don’t like that name.” Her eyes darkened to an almost natural shade of pink. She touched the girl’s shirt feeling the soft stomach tighten beneath, “Samantha is it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Samantha answered in focus of the hand on her stomach.

“Don’t ever call me Chocolate okay?” Zenova leaned forward sniffing Samantha, lips brushing against her ear, “You smell nice.”

Samantha pouted as their cheeks touched, so warm was the flesh of this immortal creature, “They keep us in here when we have our…” her voice softened seeing the white of Zenova’s fangs.

“Don’t take this personally,” Zenova stepped back fighting away the urge.

Samantha and company were all too familiar with such behavior, “…I understand,” She softly acknowledged.

Janice watched the girl silently walk toward a mini bar, “What’s she doing?”

Zenova groaned in her recklessness, “Even after all this time, I still can’t control it.”

Janice felt it too, the crimson aphrodisiac seeping between innocent legs. Only the oldest of these girls knew of the outside world, mere strays snatched off the streets, away from predators, poverty, and taken into a life of prolific seclusion.

The latter knew naught of said ‘outside’. They were intercepted from birth, taken from high school dumpsters, and doorsteps of churches. They were given a purpose and nurtured until they could bleed.

“The thirst,” Janice whispered in an audible growl of her stomach. She curiously watched Samantha reach for a shot glass, and then lift her skirt, “Wait a minute…she’s not going to…” Janice’s thoughts smeared beneath her relaxation.

“Stop,” Zenova faintly whispered. She wanted to look away as Samantha lowered her panties. Zenova wanted to yell STOP as Samantha held the glass between her legs. She wanted to run to this girl and save her from such degradation. But as the first drop of blood entered the glass, Zenova was hers.

“I feel bad for her,” Janice said as Samantha slowly filled the glass.

“Janice, turn around,” Zenova ordered.

“Aw, why,” Janice groaned rolling her eyes as she about faced.

“Because Janice, I’m a synthetic god amongst my species. The mere mention of my name..,” Zenova extended her hand to Samantha, the little fingers clasping the shot glass. She inched them open taking the glass into hers, “…excites wonder…” Her tongue dipped into the glass, filled to the brim with menstruated blood and suppressed the equated orgasmic impulse.

From the corner of her eye Janice saw the glass in Zenova’s hand. She turned around staring wide eyed, again experiencing teases of a personal comfort, “That’s…” Janice turned to the girl who reluctantly met eyes.

“Do you want some too?” Samantha softly asked on the brink of tears.

“No, I don’t drink blood….well not yet,” Janice assured, somewhat enamored by the way Zenova drank. “Damn…it is that good? I’d swear you were eating pussy if that wasn’t a glass.”

Samantha’s mood didn’t change watching Zenova’s oral fixation, “It is that good go them…you.” She steadily watched Zenova tilt the glass passing the fluid through her lips, “You’ll be back…they always come back,” Samantha watched Zenova’s tongue slither around the glass absorbing every last remnant.

Janice patted Samantha on the shoulder assumingly, “Blood’s nasty, and I’m sure as hell not going to drink a girl’s period. Gross!” Janice shuddered in a fit of laughter stumbling away toward the door.

“I envy her,” Samantha sighed in Janice’s blonde-esque behavior.

Zenova merely handed off the empty glass licking her lips, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t mean that,” Samantha whispered.

Zenova balled her fist in an unwelcome shudder. She turned back seeing Samantha’s tears and nodded, “I’m only a vampire…”

In the hall Janice leaned on the wall trying to will her senses in order, “Can we get something to eat? I’ve starving.”

“You have no idea what you just passed up,” Zenova frowned at her weakness. Even if superior to all vampires, she was still no better.

“I feel bad for Samantha; I mean she was so embarrassed and scared--”

“Not now Janice,” Zenova sighed slightly raising a finger, immediately Janice giggled in random outburst.”

“Maybe I should go on a synthetic blood diet; it’s supposedly good for the skin. I wish I had more of my goddamn lollipops!” Zenova growled continually aware of just how hungry she was.

“You okay?” Janice slurred hazily remembering the previous few minutes, “Where are we?”

“Shit, I raised it too much. But for the time being it should ease your transition, even if by false pretences,” Zenova admitted to her giggling friend.

“It’s not nice to fuck with people like this. You’re so mean,” Janice hunched over poking Zenova in the nose, “SO……MEAN!”

“If you think this is bad, just wait until you lose your hymen,” Zenova looked at Janice’s skirt nodding in approval, “Poor Alyria….”

Even if Janice was high, she still took heed to Alyria’s initial warning. Though it was only for a few seconds, Janice felt the thirst: she laughed.

“Just so you know once you fully turn, your period will reinitiate and your skin turns white,” Zenova casually explained.

“Yeah why does the skin turn white, and all the other vampires look normal?” Janice speedily asked.

“I was born with a rare blood disease named Xeroderma Pigmentosum, or XP for short. Anything above forty watt bulb gives me 3rd degree burns,” Zenova wiggled her white fingers before Janice.

“But that doesn’t make sense. Aren’t vampires ‘allergic’ to sunlight anyway? Alyria was walking around in broad daylight. What’s so special about your blood?” Janice swayed side to side, “I’m hungry.”

“Well I’m a triplet from lesbian parents for starters. Though unlike my sisters who physically take after both parents, my DNA was slightly altered from conception. My embryo completely absorbed the vampire gene, partially rewriting my genetic make-up, though in a way it saved my life being I would have miscarried…if she had actually birthed us,” Zenova regretfully explained.

“I’m sorry,” Janice said giving the teenager a hug, “I think your explanation confused me even more, but I’m still sorry about what happened to you.”

“I’ve learned to deal. And it was so hard for me to cope back home,” Zenova sighed as they reached the laboratory.

“Were you and your sister’s close?” Janice asked.

“Oh yes very close, especially with my sister Celeste. I love my other sister Lucie too, but we were never as close. What I meant was there wasn’t anyone else like me. No one to teach me what I was becoming, about the thirst or why my period is so excruciating,” Zenova related.

“There probably weren’t many vampires back then,” Janice figured.

Zenova slid her finger across the panel squinting at the light, “I wasn’t born back then Janice,” The door opened and Zenova stepped aside allowing Janice entrance.

“Then when were you born?” Janice inquired.

“A few hundred years from now, being the only vampire left on earth makes you a very social kid, NOT!” Zenova seethed.

The ominous message jumbled in Janice’s head. Like all her current worries it faded to a pink recess. With a besotted grin Janice waltzed into the room, abruptly stopping before a startled maiden.

“Are you…drunk?” Imory asked catching Janice from a near fall.

“I dunnno,” Janice shrugged as she sat in a plush office chair. She spun around staring blankly at the ceiling, “You’re so pretty. I’ve never seen a black vampire before…”

Imory looked at Zenova and then at bright-eyed Janice, “Should I ask?”

“She’s medicated nothing to worry about,” Zenova assured.

“Okay, is there anything I can get you for Ms. Zenova?” Imory respectfully asked.

“Ew, don’t call me that it makes me feel old. Just call me Zenova. Actually though I’m starving, do you think you can get me some of the good stuff?”

“Virgin cocktail? They’re really good.” Imory suggested.

“Please, and if it’s not too much trouble drip a few menstruated ounces in?” Zenova asked.

Imory nodded, “Should I bring it to your quarters?”

“No bring it in here I have some things to take care of. …can you make it a thirty two ounce?”

“No problem, Valentina asked for the same thing. You two must have really high metabolisms. Is that one of your specific traits?” Imory looked over the golden fleece of their species in awe.

“It’s annoying that I have to drink twice as much as a normal vampire. My body burns so many calories it’s not even funny. The worse part is I haven’t had my period yet, god!” Zenova groaned already feeling the intensity.

“Mistress Avani specified to offer consolation during your period. She didn’t go into detail but said to keep your room heated. Is there anything else that will help?” Imory asked taking out a small notepad.

Zenova nodded drawing a deep breath, “I’m going to need a LOT of blankets.”

“Erratic hemorrhaging?”

“That’s a mild way of putting it. I’m going to need two virgins the entire time, cute and plump if possible. They should provide a sufficient blood supply until it’s over,” Zenova stared at her fingernails admiring the natural gloss.

“You can pick out two girls from the maiden chamber. I will personally prep them per your instructions. Is there anything specific you want them to wear? We have an extensive selection in their wardrobe closet,” Imory suggested.

“Naked preferably, body heat transfers much faster. I really wish it didn’t have to be this way, but sometimes my periods feel worse than death,” Zenova smirked walking over to a computer, “You know I’m completely defenseless during my period. If anyone had a reason to come after me…”

“If it weren’t for that fact you’re indestructible,” Imory corrected.

Zenova smiled running her fingers along the computer chair. She peered over a woman’s shoulder as she typed away, “What are you working on?”

The woman immediately stopped typing turning to greet Zenova, “I’m analyzing a sample of your DNA, Ms. Zenova.”

“Seriously, you don’t all have to be afraid of me. I’m not a monster I’m like you….almost,” Zenova said.

“Mistress Avani said we are to address you as Ms. Zenova, and we are to comply with any and all of your wishes,” the woman explained.

“Whatever, look um, Imory can you call all the other girls in here?” Zenova asked.

Imory nodded and excused herself.

“She’s so pretty,” Zenova noted turning her attention back to the monitor.

Janice drearily opened her eyes sitting in an office chair. Her head throbbed slowly coming down from her high. As she bobbled back and forth, a familiar scent took her, “Valentina? …I can smell her! Okay this is weird, how do I even know what she smells like?”

Sure enough as Janice sat herself upright in the chair she felt Valentina. She sniffed the air, body leaning to the left in subtle inhalations, and Janice gasped seeing Sophette at a computer, only there was a little girl straddling her lap.

“So it’s true, she really does like little girls,” Janice whispered seeing the prepubescent girl kissing on Sophette’s neck. “I have to admit she’s really cute. Hey wait a minute, she almost looks like…but that’s impossible.”

The little girl suckled the nape of Sophette’s neck, from the corner of her eyes noticing Janice. She at first smiled kissing Sophette’s lips, and then she froze studying Janice’s face, “Jannie?”

“V..Valentina?” Janice nervously asked seeing the preteen ease herself from Sophette’s lap, fresh blood across her lips.

“Jannie, oh my god I missed you so much,” Valentina shrieked running open armed to Janice. She stopped dead before the chair seeing Janice’s eyes, “No…not you. Tell me those are contacts!”

“I’m sorry Valentina, but you’re the one who did this to me,” Janice softly spoke in disbelief the preteen before her was Valentina, “What happened to you? You look so young, and you’re all white like Sophette and Zenova.”

“So it is transferable after all. I’m sorry Janice,” Sophette apologized while checking her email.

“Sophette look at her!” Valentina groaned. She sat in Janice’s lap consoling her friend, “I’m really sorry Jannie. You know I would never do anything--”

“But you did Valentina! You bit and fed from me twice. I was so fucking stupid not to have seen this coming. I was so depressed when I went back home, all I could think about was you. I just wanted to see your beautiful face once more, to know you’re okay,” Janice shook her head at that endearing pout, “But in reality I should have been worrying about myself. You’ve sentenced me to death Valentina.”

“Jannie, don’t say that,” Valentina wept. She looked back at Sophette feeling that raw desire. She looked into Janice’s transparent eyes feeling endless guilt, “It’s not all bad Jannie,” Valentina lifted Janice’s hand before them kissing her fingers, “This is scary at first…but it’s so amazing Janice. Wait until your first feeding.”

Janice watched the little hand holding hers, and tiny lips dotting her fingers with kisses, “What happened to you?”

“I don’t fully understand it myself. It has something to do with Sophette’s dead little sister. …She’s inside me,” Valentina said turning completely serious.

“If you’re going to lie to me at least come up with something creative. So am I going to be confined to this place now?” Janice asked.

“I’m not lying Olivia is inside me. She’s changing me into how Sophette remembers her. It sucks Janice, but there’s a point where you might as well say fuck it. It’s getting harder to fight her,” Valentina looked back as Sophette blew a kiss, “Olivia and I both have the same end goal.”

“Same end goal? You love Sophette as a girlfriend, and Olivia loves Sophette as a big sister? I don’t get it,” Janice surmised.

Sophette pushed the keyboard into the desk and turned her chair, “Look, don’t give me any shit for this okay.”

“I’m just trying to make sense of this. You are a pedophile right?” Janice asked seeing Sophette rise in agitation.

“Yes okay, I like little girls. Go ahead get it out of your system. Don’t judge me based on ignorance,” Sophette warned.

Janice crossed her arms narrowing her eyes at the approaching vampire, “You’re sick! How can you willingly rape little girls? It IS rape you know! I’m sorry Valentina ever got herself caught up in this,” Janice uncrossed her arms noticing a lighter skin tone, “I’m not going to end up like you am I?”

Sophette touched Janice’s trembling hand, “You don’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand? Are you or are you not fucking little girls?” Janice spat and turned her back to the room.

“Ladies please, there’s no need for aggression,” Zenova spun Janice’s chair around. “Janice, give Sophette a break. Not to play devil’s advocate, but you would never truly understand Sophette unless you lived her life. For all the evil she’s brought on this world, she’s a good person…somewhat.”

Janice eyed Sophette looking over at Valentina, “That doesn’t excuse what she’s done. Why Sophette? Why would you hurt them like that, ruin them and force them to live with that torment?”

“The ones she let live,” Valentina solemnly clarified.

“Oh my god,” Janice whispered in the oversight of Sophette also being a vampire, “I can only wonder how terrified your daughter was of you.”

Sophette gasped at mention of Elisa, “Don’t bring her into this! I was a good mother! I loved Elisa more than my own worthless life,” Sophette returned to her chair weeping over her greatest loss.

“I’m sorry Janice but this is how it’s going to be from now on. None of us are innocent, and just like the rest of us, you will kill to make the thirst go away,” Valentina warned and gave Janice a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s not fair,” Janice whispered watching Valentina console Sophette.

“Life never is,” Zenova assured.

The door opened and in walked Karinka, Lulu and Giovanni. Unlike the previous meeting they were more alert, and dressed less presumptuous.

Karinka stopped before Zenova looking the teenager over, “It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” She took a seat at the table somewhat admiring Zenova.

“Hello ladies, we’ll begin once everyone has arrived. Refreshments will be served. I’m sure you have lots of questions for me, and I’ll do my best to answer what I can. Karinka is it?” Zenova asked motioning Karinka.

“Yes I am Karinka Kanzaki, leader of the Japanese vampire clan. I do have a few questions. Most notably, what distinction of Asian are you?” Karinka asked.

“My sister Celeste actually asked our mommy, Alyssa that. She didn’t go into detail, but my mothers are from a small island named Naisa. It’s one of the earliest human civilizations,” Zenova said.

“But you said your parents were human, unless I was mistaken,” Janice reminded still watching Valentina on Sophette’s lap.

“No, my mommies are seraphims,” Zenova corrected.

Karinka tied her robe staring down the empty mug before her, “Excuse me?”

“Come on now Karinka. You have all these tech guys here in this million dollar lab. I know you’ve run every possible test on me while I was asleep. Your results always came up inconclusive,” Zenova insisted.

“True, but there has to be a scientific explanation. Even if we are immortal, we still have a theoretical limit. We can die by sunlight, decapitation or piercing our hearts. You and Sophette were immune to our natural weaknesses. Now Valentina, Alyria share your invulnerability,” Karinka looked over at Janice, “This one too.”

“Hello Ms. Kanzaki, um I always wondered something,” Janice respectfully stood up clasping her hands, “If our hearts don’t beat anymore, how does stabbing us through it kill us?””

“That’s actually a good question. I’ve seen quite a few vamps get staked. I’ve been staked once or twice, it tickles,” Zenova walked around the desk drawing her finger across the surface, “Do you know that feels like Karinka?”

“I do,” Valentina spoke up, “She stabbed me through the heart with her sword. It hurt so bad I passed out, then I woke up here. I was so scared.”

“I’m sorry,” Sophette whispered cuddling Valentina.

“Aww,” Zenova smiled turning her attention back to Karinka. She knelt to Karinka grazing her bare thigh, “So is true what they’re saying about you?”

Karinka inched away from Zenova twiddling her thumbs, “What are they saying,” She whispered staring a hole through the table.

“They’re saying you’re frigid. Is that why you’re always so hostile?” Zenova softly asked.

Karinka parted her lips to an involuntary tremble. She turned to Zenova meeting her angelic face, “My personal life is not for public discussion!”

Zenova pouted locking eyes with Karinka, “Janice, come here for a minute.”

Karinka immediately watched the blonde approach, “Is this necessary? We have important matters to discuss.”

“Yes,” Janice nervously asked seeing the anxiety across Karinka’s face.

“Karinka here, do you think she’s pretty?” Zenova asked.

“Of course, she’s hot. …Well you know, I mean she’s really pretty especially since she’s in her underwear,” Janice complimented while blushing.

“I’m wearing a robe!” Karinka insisted.

“Let’s just cut to the chase. I’ve been asking around and you haven’t been with a man since um….yeah. So are you gay? There’s no shame in it. I’m gay, most of us are,” Zenova said in hopes of calming Karinka.

“Why are you doing this?” Karinka groaned.

“Because you’re depressed. I can sense it in you, it’s another of those things I can do. I also felt your stress level rise the moment you saw Janice. I think you not only like her, but you want to have sex with her in the worse way possible, don’t you?” Zenova sweetly asked.

With Janice literally inches away, Karinka would have blushed if physically possible. She wanted to feel her heart in the rapid thumps, she wanted to feel the moisture of a naked body against hers, feel the heat of their amatory breaths, and the look of everlasting desire within their eyes. Karinka’s eyes fell to her lap focusing on her fingers; they alone repressed her sexual urges amidst her duties as clan leader. She closed her eyes momentarily drawing on Janice’s scent, ashamed.

“M…maybe I should go back to my seat,” Janice suggested.

“No have a seat next to Karinka. I think the two of you should get to know one another better. You could both use the company,” Zenova suggested.

Janice pulled out the seat and sat next to Karinka, “I would like to if that’s okay with you,” Janice offered.

Karinka’s breathing normalized as she slowly turned to Janice. She studied the woman’s face, and then returned all focus to her lap.

Janice leaned over lightly kissing Karinka on the cheek. She looked at Valentina who nodded supportively. Even as Alyria had stated, it was best to make the most of their situations, “Do you want to have sex? I know you’re probably not looking for a girlfriend--”

Karinka nodded making no effort at eye contact, “Can you come to my room after this?”

“Why won’t you look at me?” Janice asked. She delicately touched Karinka’s hair, and then the back of her neck, “I don’t know if it’s from stress, or the transformation process, but I’ve been so horny lately. I just want some pussy. Don’t you want to eat my pussy Karinka?” Janice kissed on Karinka’s neck finally getting a response.

“Later,” Karinka whispered shying away from Janice’s soft lips. She glanced at her seductress noting the tint of her eyes, “You’re almost fully turned,” Karinka touched Janice’s breast feeling the fading heartbeat.

Janice pressed Karinka’s hand into her breast coaxing her to squeeze, “Its okay Karinka. Once you get me naked you can touch my body all you want.”

“C…can….can I bite you during?” Karinka whispered.

“If it’ll make you cum,” Janice whispered back.

“Wow, she grew a pair of balls pretty quick,” Valentina noted.

Zenova grinned as she walked to the small podium, “I can be very influential.”

Sophette looked at Zenova in wonder, and then at Janice snuggling on Karinka’s arm, “Did you…”

“No, they’re both just chronic masturbators. Karinka wants to sex but is too proud to admit it. Janice, honestly I don’t know how someone that beautiful can’t get a date. They’ll comfort each other rather nicely wouldn’t you say?” Zenova asked.

Giovanni and Lulu nodded seeing actual bashfulness from Karinka.

“I cannot believe this is happening,” Karinka fretted.

Janice reached beneath the table pushing Karinka’s hand beneath her skirt, “I’m bleeding again. I feel so moist.”

“Lovely,” Karinka said as she stuck her finger between Janice’s pussy lips. She withdrew bringing her bloody finger above the table.

“Lick it, you know you want to,” Janice teased.

“My god, you’ve turned her into a whore,” Sophette accused.

“I just gave her a little confidence before the proposition. Now she’s acting on her own,” Zenova explained.

“Damn, I see why they study you so much,” Valentina said in Janice’s sultry behavior.

“Can we get on with this,” Karinka urged taking a savory lick of her finger, “…so warm.”

“Mmm, smells good in here, whose period?” Avani asked upon entrance. She looked around the room seeing Valentina and Sophette’s hands raised, “Oh….hi Zenova,” Avani cleared her throat hurrying into the room.

“Hello Avani,” Zenova sang skipping to her smitten ex-lover, “Want to watch a movie with m--” Zenova narrowed her eyes sensing the atmospheric disturbance. She smiled looking dead into Azailla’s manifesting eyes, “Am I supposed to be impressed?”

“Do not come any closer,” Azailla warned. She stood before Avani showing zero intimidation.

“Stand down Azailla,” Avani instructed. She wrapped her arms around Azailla easing her back.

“Aww, protecting your little kitty? I thought she was supposed to be your muscle. She’s adorable, yes you are little kitty,” Zenova cooed pressing on Azailla’s nose.

Azailla’s tail unraveled and stiffened behind her, “I will not engage you per my master’s request. However, if you make any attempts to harm her, I will kill you.”

“You talk big for such a cute little kitty cat. No matter how tough you act Azailla, you know what would happen if we fought don’t you?” Zenova asked.

“You will likely destroy me; and I swear to you I will follow my master’s wishes to my last breath. Even when you succeed, I will wait for you in the depths of hell to desecrate your soul. Make no mistake you will go to hell when you die vampire,” Azailla warned.

“Could Azailla really take Zenova in a fight?” Valentina asked Sophette.

“I don’t know, but Azailla does have the advantage of being a full blooded demon. Even if she’s so cute,” Sophette said.

Zenova knelt before Azailla unballing her tiny fists, “I can break every bone in your body, rip your still beating heart out, and eat it in front of you in your dying breath,” She squeezed Azailla’s breast in demonstration, “And then sweetheart…” Zenova initiated her C-Space wiping her hand across Azailla’s cheek, “I will kill you.”

Azailla looked down at Avani’s arms around her waist, “And to the victor goes the spoils.” She empathetically looked at the clump of flesh in Zenova’s palm, “I don’t advise doing that.”

“Why no...SHIT!” Zenova gasped as the flesh burned into her palm. She shook her hand splashing the acidic flesh across the floor. Each droplet ate through the granite flooring, “Wow, I’ve got to hand it to you. I didn’t see that coming.”

“That’s enough okay, you’ve both proven your points,” Avani warned shielding Azailla. She went to her seat with Azailla at her side.

“That’s some seriously freaky shit. So that’s why she said her blood is poisonous. It even hurt Zenova,” Valentina noted.

Sophette nodded looking at Azailla’s emotionless expression, “I’d almost say they’re evenly matched. Both healed instantaneously, and did you see how fast they moved. I almost didn’t see when Azailla came in here.”

“I know that C-Space is really awesome. They make it look so easy,” Valentina shrugged laying her head on Sophette.

“Are you okay?” Avani asked inspecting Azailla’s regenerated cheek.

“I am fine,” Azailla blushed.

“Okay,” Avani eased back in her seat fearing an eventual confrontation, “Zenova, this is my clan and I will not have you and Azailla fighting each other. Is that understood!”

“Oh calm down. If it means that much to you I can be civil with her. Do you really hate me that much Avani? What did I ever do to you? What a way to say you love someone, put them in a coma and toss them in the bottom of a pool to rot,” Zenova revealed in a tidbit of their former love affair.

“I had no choice. You know I would never do anything to hurt you,” Avani defended.

“But you did that’s the point. You got over me pretty easily by fucking your bodyguard and all,” Zenova casually remarked.

Azailla again blushed unable to face the countless eyes upon her. Her tail wrapped itself around her waist, “Do you still love her?”

“What?” Avani stammered in Azailla’s boldness.

“Do you?” Azailla asked feeling an ache within her chest, “…why does this bother me?”

“We are not having this conversation,” Avani warned.

“Yes master,” Azailla nodded she wiped her eyes feeling the moisture.

“Are you…crying?” Zenova laughed, “Wow now that’s just sad.”

“Come on Zenova leave her alone. It’s hard for her to express her feelings. She’ll fight you over the fact she’s gay,” Valentina said.

“I agree with Valentina. Zenova please do not patronize Azailla. She is an integral part of our group, and she has as much a right to a private life as the rest of us,” Karinka added.

Zenova took one look at Janice wrapped around Karinka’s arm and nodded, “I’m sorry everyone. I’m a bit cranky when I’m hungry. Where is that girl with the food?”

“You’ll have to excuse the wait. It does take time to culture their blood to taste. We keep them on rotating diets to enrich their blood, and thicken their menstrual flows. It’ll be worth the wait I can assure you of that,” Avani promised.

“So you just farm your own blood now? It’s way more convenient that having to hunt. May I ask where these blood donors come from? Not that I’m complaining,” Zenova inquired.

“We get the bulk of girls from strays and runaways. They only last so long as you can imagine, twenty years before their blood is no longer viable. For longevity we get them as young as possible, infants preferably. They’re in abundance on church and hospital doorsteps, oh and especially apartment dumpsters. We’ve secured thirteen infants from dumpsters this year,” Avani boasted.

“Aww that’s so sad,” Valentina sighed.

“When you really think about it we’re doing them a favor. Most of those girls would be dead in a few years. The streets aren’t friendly toward young flesh. We give them a safe haven. Warm bed in the winter, cool rooms in the summer, gourmet meals, and virtually any accommodation they’d want,” Giovanni added.

“And all you take is their dignity and self respect in return,” Sophette solemnly accused.

“Calling the kettle black are we?” Karinka smirked.

“I’m an immortal pedophile, no way to get that bitter taste out of your mouth. What you do is no different from what I do. We lull them into a false sense of security and take away their innocence. The difference is I can admit it,” Sophette replied.

Avani nodded watching Sophette caress Valentina in her arms. “While that may be true, your greatest benefactor is straddling you. You drink the same blood we do Sophette,”

“I’m an addict,” Sophette sighed.

The door opened with Imory pushing a cart of pitchers.

“Yey! My drink’s here,” Valentina cheered.

Janice sat up taking in the aroma, “Wow, that seriously smells good…” She looked at the cart knowing full well it was blood, “…I am becoming like you.”

“I know how it is in the beginning. The thought of drinking blood is horrible, even more so the thought of killing to survive. Once you get your first vampiric taste of blood, you will forever thirst for more,” Karinka said.

“And what if I never take that first taste? Isn’t there some sort of blood alternative?” Janice asked.

“You’ll go insane from the thirst, and you would rip your own mother’s throat out to make it stop. I have seen it many times, it’s a not pretty sight, especially the psychological aftereffects,” Karinka warned.

Janice frowned at the thought of killing an innocent stranger. Her eyes shifted to the looming cart. It stopped next to her setting a tall glass before Karinka. It was topped with a lemon and pink striped straw. The smell was painfully alluring as Janice hypnotically stared on.

Karinka grasped the glass drawing it closer and pursed her lips. She swished the straw between her lips in an extended sip, “Mmm…you can taste the pussy.”

“That’s highly out of character,” Janice noted as the saliva dripped from her mouth.

“She’s right it does taste like pussy,” Valentina agreed almost finished with her drink, “Can I please have more?”

“Of course,” Imory nodded making her way back to Valentina. She distributed the drinks refilling as required, “Would you like some Janice?”

Janice shook her head staring a hole through Karinka’s glass, “I’m starving but I can’t drink this. Do you have any food?”

“Yes we have chefs to prepare meals for the human maidens. They can make anything you’d like. Do you have a favorite?” Imory asked.

Janice nodded pulling her eyes from the glass. “Actually I haven’t had a hamburger in a few months. Yeah a really thick burger smothered in bacon, lettuce cheese and tomatoes, oh and ketchup and mayo. Um and some steak fries…and a side of macaroni...God I’m so hungry. …Could you make that two of those burgers?”

Avani smirked at the order, “Janice you’re wasting your time. Only a pregnant human would consume that much. You’re not pregnant. You can stuff your face for hours and you’ll still be hungry…”

“Are you serious? But I’m starving and I have this craving for a big fat juicy burger,” Janice whispered as she felt Karinka’s finger enter her mouth. She held it in place sucking the fluid clean, every sense in her body momentarily heightening. She panted sucking the finger exacerbating her hunger ten fold.

“See, you do want it,” Karinka whispered. She removed her finger from Janice’s mouth and reinserted it in her drink. It emerged in a thick lamination, “Want more.”

Janice’s eyes fell on the crimson finger and each taunting drip. Her lips parted and she leaned forward, tongue extending to prevent wasted drops, “…please.”

“It’s okay,” Karinka whispered as Janice sucked her finger. She looked back at Imory and nodded “Please substitute the ketchup with fresh blood. She will have to start slow.”

“Yes ma’am. I will put in the order right away. Would anyone like anything before I leave?” Imory asked.

“I’ll take a cocktail want one Lulu?” Giovanni asked.

“Yes,” Lulu bashfully answered watching Karinka finger feed Janice.

“I would like to try what Janice is having, but make mine well done, and a glass of milk. I detest the taste of blood,” Azailla informed.

“Would you like a ball of yarn to play with afterward?” Zenova innocently asked.

Azailla’s middle finger sprang to attention casually turning to Avani, “Just say the word master.”

Avani shook her head gazing into those somber red eyes, “What Zenova and I had is in the past…” She took the little hands feeling the warmth transpire, “I want you to know its okay to feel the way you do. I know--”

“No,” Azailla’s eyes fell to Avani’s lips, so soft in the endless pleasure they delivered across her body, “You don’t understand at all.”

Avani’s eyes closed and she focused her energy into a single thought. Her eye lids flickered opening to eyes of a light violet, “I’m in love with you…there I admit it.” Avani looked around at the unsurprised eyes and into Azailla’s.

“I…I,” Azaills stammered gasping as her body turned a faint shade of red.

“Wow, that’s awesome,” Valentina whispered.

“Sythia’s do that if they’re threatened or embarrassed,” Karinka noted.

Azailla nodded staring straight into her lap. She reached beneath the table for Avani’s hand, “Can we discuss this matter in a more private setting?”

“Of course,” Avani nodded. She looked over at Imory patiently waiting by the door, “If no one else wants anything you may go.”

“Just bring more of these cocktails! They’re SO good,” Valentina requested.

Imory refilled all glasses once more before making her exit.

“So Janice I see you’ve already gone back on your word,” Zenova noted.

“Shut up! I’m not proud of this but I’m so hungry, and it doesn’t even taste like blood. It’s so good,” Janice praised with baby licks to Karinka’s finger.

“Very well, ladies I’ve called you here to discuss an urgent matter. It’s no secret that you all herald me as some vampire goddess, and in a way you’re sort of right. While I was manipulated into The Halo against my own will..,” Zenova cut her eyes to Avani, “I will gladly answer any and all questions about my physiology. More so I will give a proper demonstration of the Celestial Space, is that okay?”

“Just get on with it,” Avani spat.

“Fine pissy pants,” Zenova nodded leisurely strolling to a computer terminal. Her eye twitched seeing Sophette’s email still open. The attached photo turned her stomach in the blatant debauchery, “Should I ask why there’s a naked picture of a little girl?”

“SHUT UP!” Sophette stammered quickly rushing to the terminal. She signed out of her account seeing disparaging eyes, “Stop looking at me…I’m trying to stop.”

Valentina walked up to Sophette embracing her, “I believe you Sophette.”

Sophette held the lithe body walking back to her seat. “Is it wrong for me to still have suicidal tendencies?”

“Your death wouldn’t justify theirs,” Zenova spat.

Sophette frowned and let Valentina sit on her lap, “Why do you mock me when it is because of you I can’t stop?”

“Because the world needs people like you,” Zenova cryptically said with her back to Sophette.

“I’ll always love you no matter what Sophette” Valentina pledged.

“You’re my little angel,” Sophette sniffled tightly holding Valentina.

“I’m your little sister….,” Valentina looked into Sophette’s eyes feeling the arms release.

It was the calming green of those eyes which numbed Sophette. Her hands held softly as they touched lips, “…Olivia.”

“Tell me you love me,” The child whispered.

Sophette shut out the image in dismal tears, “I wish to god I didn’t.”

“But you do,” Valentina smiled regaining control of herself. She touched Sophette’s lips feeling the emergent fangs beneath, “I love you.”

“Valentina stop,” Sophette forced.

“I’ll always love you.” Valentina kissed Sophette and settled within her arms.

“Am I the only one disturbed by them?” Karinka said in the silence.

“If only there was a less perverse method to this madness,” Zenova sighed.

“Leave them be, Sophette has what she wants, and she’s no danger to anyone, at the moment,” Lulu suggested.

Zenova pulled out a chair taking a seat, “To get back on track, you already know my name is Zenova Morisatto. I am triplet born of two beautiful mommies. However, unlike my sisters’,” Zenova lifted her milky white arm, “I was the unfortunate benefactor of your vampire gene.”

“So like there’s three of you?” Janice dimly asked staring at Karinka’s glass.

“Yes, I already told you I have two lovely sisters Celeste and Lucie…what?” Zenova groaned in Giovanni’s rising hand.

“Who’s your dad?”

“My parents are lesbians, thought I emphasized that,” Zenova turned her attention to the already speaking Avani.

“--You did but it is theoretically impossible for two women to fertilize an egg.”

“Speaking of which, if Azailla had sex with a human male, would their baby be only be half a pussy or a full pussy like its mommy?” Zenova smirked.

Azailla drew a deep breath wrapping her fingers around the armrest. Her thoughts focused of the pleasantry of religious massacres and evisceration. It brought a smile to the tiny lips, body swaying into the softness of Avani. There Azailla rested in absolute composure with her love, and she smiled in the face of Zenova.

“Interesting. Coming to terms with your sexuality makes you emotional. I’ve read that Sythias are highly defensive creatures, having little to no emotion during their lives. So what emphasis does love have on your genetics?” Zenova asked.

“I do not understand this concept of love. I have illicit thoughts of my master, and when we are apart I feel unhappy. It bothers me that I find myself dependant on her affections. Dependency is a sign of weakness; I cannot be weak if I am to protect my master.” Azailla’s tail unraveled and wrapped around Avani’s waist.

“I have to admit seeing you cry is the cutest. Sythias are simply the most adorable demon species. I read your entire Wikipedia page. It was quite fascinating though, I never imagined I’d meet one in person. As I kid I wanted a pet Sythia. Do you house train easily?” Zenova petted Azailla’s hair admiring the natural blue.

Azailla merely slanted her head watching the girl spout off. She reached down holding Avani’s hand, “As much as it discredits me to admit, I do love Avani, and as such she now and forever has the right of my soul.”

“Holy shit,” Avani whispered realizing the scale of their love.

Zenova nodded winking at Avani.

“…you knew. That’s why you kept pushing her! Do you have any idea what you’ve done!” Avani growled.

“Yes, I made you and your little girlfriend publicly admit your relationship. And by Sythian law, the one who a Sythia falls in love with forever owns their soul. So it looks like you and Valentina each have a spare soul.

“This isn’t fair to Azailla. I don’t want her soul! I love her but I don’t want to own her,” Avani stammered.

“You already do own me master, from the moment you summoned me in decades past. Now I am completely yours until the day you die, again,” Azailla revealed laying her head against Avani’s chest.

“Why do I get the feeling this is no coincidence?” Valentina asked.

“Oh you’re a bright one,” Zenova said.

“What exactly are you after Zenova?” Karinka demanded.

“Simple actually, all I want is for my mommy Faith to wake up. Once that happens you’ll never see me again,” Zenova assured.

“What happened to her?” asked Janice.

“She’s in a coma, been that way before my sisters and I were born. It will take the three of us to wake her. The problem is we must amass the proper resources. For my part I needed four specific people: Alyria, Sophette, Valentina, and Janice. However I was surprised to find a Sythia, and even more surprised to find a gay one. That very fact, combined with Azallia’s little love declaration gives us an extra chance, per the ultimate sacrifice,” Zenova grinned looking at Azailla.

“But why me? I’m not even Spanish. I’m Valentina’s secretary, that’s the only reason I’m even connected to any of them,” Janice defended.

“That’s where you’re wrong Janice. It was not mere coincidence you met Valentina. You play a more powerful role than you could ever imagine. In fact, it is because of you that Alyria is so fucked up in the first place. It was you who drove her into arms of Sophette,” Zenova explained.

“I don’t understand how, could she?” Sophette asked.

“I’m only 22,” Janice reminded. “I may be turning into a vampire NOW but I only met Sophette and Alyria a few days ago.”

“Janice, I can’t turn just anyone. My blood is specifically encoded with the DNA of four women. They turn; anyone else likely dies from severe blood poisoning. Why do you think you turned without transferring blood? It should have been obvious, I mean seriously, wouldn’t the scientists here have been able to make a thousand Zenova clones if my DNA wasn’t encoded?”

“She has a point,” Karinka sipped her drink waving the straw over Janice’s tongue, “However, the question still remains. Why does such a creature exist?”

“My sisters and I were created out of necessity. We are not simply byproducts of future science. We are naturally born angelic beings charged with restoring the balance. If not for this infernal bloodlust, I would have nothing in common with the likes of you,” Zenova sneered.

“You’re just another fucking vampire, only your parents gave you super powers. Stop acting like you’re better than us!” Sophette yelled.

“Technically she was born with said abilities. For all intents and purposes, Zenova is a near perfect being, that much we do know,” Avani resentfully disagreed.

“Sophette calm down. I don’t need you to like me; all I need from you is cooperation.” Zenova sat atop the table gently playing with Valentina’s fingers. “See one way or another my mother is going to wake up,” she spread Valentina’s fingers looking into Sophette’s eyes, “Because if she doesn’t, I can personally promise that I will kill every one of you fuckers till these walls run red. Do I make myself clear?” Zenova pressed on Valentina’s finger snapping the bone in two, “Okay?”

A tear reared itself traveling down Valentina’s cheek, “Yes.” She held the limp finger as the bone reconstructed.

“Bullying her isn’t going to you anywhere,” Avani warned.

Zenova shrugged, “Some people listen to reason, and others follow action.”

Sophette lifted her milky white hand, “And this? What is your reason for prolonging my suffering?”

“Like I said Sophette, the world needs people like you. Especially if the G war is to be prevented…” Zenova compared similar skin tones with a smile, “Pretty.”

“G War?” Karinka asked.

Zenova nodded, “In less than two years the human populous will rise up against vampires. Think of it as a modern day holy war.”

“You’re kidding yourself if you think humans can stand a chance against us. We’re not mindless Neanderthals you know,” Avani warned.

“Doesn’t matter, this have been in effect for the last seventy years. Right now operations are in the final phases. Ladies, I’ve seen the end result of this war, and it is also a key factor in my creation,” Zenova explained.

“What is the outcome of this war?” Valentina asked.

Zenova airily smiled, “Over the course of one hundred years, every last vampire is wiped off the face of the earth.”

“And what exactly are the logistics of this alleged genocide?” Karinka inquired.

“Oh you’ll find--” Zenova shivered as she sensed a definite presence approach. She turned around facing the door as is slowly opened to silence.

The rejuvenated princess stood at the doorway to inquisitive eyes. Her auburn dangled across her shoulders, skin white as an angel’s feather. She blinked with obsidian eyes behind gothic mascara, and her lips shimmered in a fresh coat of blood. The corset and Victorian dress harkened back to her Half Light days, and she adjusted her elbow length gloves. Alyria cycled through the faces to Janice, and her eyes reverted to their natural transparency. “…Carmencita.”

“So you’re awake, princess.” Zenova greeted blynking before Janice. She hesitantly looked back at the blonde. “Karinka, please take Janice to your room. Until she emerges, Janice can’t be around the princess. …I didn’t except her to turn so slowly in comparison to Valentina.”

Karinka pushed out her chair and took Janice’s hand, “I don’t fully understand what is happening, but we are obligated to follow Zenova’s orders.”

“Okay,” Janice nodded. She cautiously watched Alyria.

“Why is Zenova calling Alyria princess?” Valentina whispered to Sophette.

“She used to mention bits and pieces to me, but it was in her nightmares she went into detail. I would lie there listening to this absolutely fucked up ordeal she went through, but she always stopped at a certain point,” Sophette explained.

“Why?” Valentina asked.

“That’s when she’d wake up in a deep sweat. She cuddled into my arms and bit into my breast, drinking until she calmed herself back to sleep.” Sophette looked at Alyria, into her eyes feeling a shiver. “Something’s different about her…”

“How could do that to me?” Alyria asked in a steady walk toward Janice.

“I didn’t do anything!” Janice defended.

Zenova crossed her arms focusing on Alyria. Her head slightly tilted the left, and Alyria slid two inches before holding her ground.

Alyria shook her head and waved a finger at Zenova, “No, I remember everything now, including my C-Space.” She cracked her knuckles looking past Zenova.

“Um, Azailla, mind blynking Janice to a safe location. Karinka won’t be able to get her out of here fast enough…”

“Understood,” Azailla replied as she held Janice’s hand and iniciated her C-Space. The room slowed to an absolute crawl as they ran to the opposite side of the building. A quarter of a second later, Azailla released Janice, immediately she discharged the energy within herself. “You will be safe here.”

“Okay…,” Janice whispered as she looked around the room. She fretted realizing it was the maiden chamber. “Of all the places! This is torture.”

“This is the perfect camouflage. Inside this room are over thirty menstruating virgins, even a scent as potent as your is filtered among theirs. She can still sense you, but this will slow her down tremendously. I must return to my master, be well,” Azailla said as she seemingly vanished into thin air.

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