“Blood Sisters”

By

Rose Marie Wolf

There were three sisters, and they were beautiful. They bid me to sit in a comfortable armchair. I was in a daze. I wasn’t sure how I made it to the seat. I wasn’t sure how I got there. Their beauty blinded me.

I felt lightheaded and woozy. I didn’t want to be sick. All three of these women were touching me. Their skin was cold, but soft. They touched my face, my hair. They crooned into my ear with sensuous voices. I was mesmerized.

The one that brought me here was no longer administering affection. She stood in the doorway, apart from the other two and watched me with glossy eyes. Her lips were bright red.

I felt a hand on my thigh, and one of the sisters laughed in my ear. I found I couldn’t look away from the dark-haired one that watched me. I couldn’t make out her expression. She seemed pensive, or indecisive. I didn’t think on it much. Lips were pressing to my neck.

And there it was again, the sharp pin prick of pain. It hurt more this time, and I cried out. A voice hushed me. I caught a glimpse of bright red-hair and a flash of a smile with pointed teeth. The youngest of the sisters was stroking my hair, forcing my forehead back. The other was suckling at my throat, her tongue lapping at my flesh. I felt dizziness again.

The pain was gone and I was lost in a wave of pleasure I had never felt. A hand squeezed my thigh. I moaned.

“Relax, little Daniel…” The red-haired sister said. Her lips were on my earlobe. Her breath was hot, but her skin cold. She giggled. “Relax, have fun…”

“Yes, Daniel…” said the sister at my throat. She pulled away. Her lips were stained red, and she licked the redness away. Her eyes closed in a look of extreme pleasure. I watched her in fascination.

Without either of them saying a word, I knew their names. Cassandra was the red-head. She was the youngest. Her breasts pressed against a low-cut blouse, crushing against my arm. She smelled so sweet. The one with the blood on her lips was Victoria. She was the oldest. Her bronze skin and dark hair made her look like some Egyptian goddess.

And the one that watched from afar, the one who masked her emotions with a stone-face was Katrina. She had brought me here. She was different than the others. I knew that someone. I’m not sure how I knew it, but I did.

“He’s wonderful…” Victoria moaned, rising away from me. Her fingers pressed to her lips.

“My turn…” Cassandra whispered, and she was in front of me. Her lips were pressing to mine before I could protest. I lost my vision of Katrina in the doorway, and I was surrendering to the feel of her body.

She was in my lap, her sinewy legs on either side of me. My hands snaked around her back. Her flesh was cool and smooth. Her tongue worked quickly in my mouth, finding my own and pulling it into hers. I moaned against her.

Suddenly, I felt more pain. Her teeth had dug into my tongue. I tried to scream, but it came out muffled. I tried to push her away, but she held me down. She was surprisingly strong.

Hot coppery blood filled my mouth. Greedily, she drew on my tongue. She drank the blood that spilled into my mouth. I felt it dripping down my chin. I bucked against her. She moaned against my mouth, pressed her hands firmly to my shoulders and pinned me.

I was clear headed now. My mind was no longer cloudy, my thoughts no longer a haze. I knew what they were. They were vampires, all of them. They were feeding from me…

“Stop it, Cassandra…” I heard Katrina say.

Cassandra responded by gripping my tongue tightly between her teeth. More pain shot through me. I tried to scream.

“Enough!” Suddenly the weight was thrown from me. I opened my eyes. Cassandra was sprawled on the floor, blood spilling from her mouth. Her teeth were coated with it. My hand flew to my mouth.

“That’s not fair, sister…” She cried, climbing to her feet, and staring at Katrina. Katrina’s eyes were bright and angry.

“He’s mine…” She said in a low voice. Her gaze lifted to include Victoria. “You’ve had your share…”

They faced off for the longest time, the three of them. I was frozen in my seat. Finally, Victoria lifted her head regally and stepped forward.

“Come, sister.” She said, holding her arm out to Cassandra. She was wiping the blood from her lips. Her eyes were locked on me. I felt the burn of her stare and I couldn’t look away. “He is her find. We can hunt for our own.”

Cassandra nodded and finally looked away from me. The burn left. I gasped. “Yes. Come, Victoria. Let’s leave.” She threw an unsavory look to Katrina. She merely stared back, her face blank yet again.

Together the two left. The door closed and left me alone with her.

“Let me go.” I said immediately. My words sounded slurred. My tongue hurt. It felt swollen and heavy in my mouth. Katrina smirked.

“Oh, Daniel…I can’t do that.”

There was a haze again. Everything in my mind became clouded. The only thing I could think of was her. I could only think of her skin, her soft hair, her lips, and her body against mine. I began to breathe heavily. I could no longer speak.

Her hand was against my face. Her skin was no longer cold. It was warm. Her eyes were brilliant blue. Her face looked flushed and beautiful. She leaned down to me.

Her tongue was warm as it lapped at the droplets of blood on my chin, and I shivered. I tilted my head back. I suddenly wanted her to drink from me again. I wanted the intimacy. I wanted her.

“Do you?” She said softly. She was straddling me now. Her hot core pressed too me. I didn’t have to say the word.

“My blood sisters don’t understand…” She whispered. She was rubbing the back of my neck. I didn’t want her to stop. “…that you’re mine. That you always will be…”

I didn’t ask what she meant. I only wanted her to continue. I was begging her, silently. Her red lips curled into a warm smile.

“If you wish…” She said, and she tilted my head back even more, and sank her fangs into my neck.

And I became lost in a swoon as she drank my blood. I was hers. Forever.

The End