Naomi

It was on an unpleasantly warm summer evening that I had the pleasure of meeting my second fledgling.

I was in bed with my beloved thrall Hannah in my suite at the New England beach hotel I inhabited. She had come back less than an hour ago from a day-long train trip into the city, where she attended a monthly trans support group. I had greeted her with open arms as she returned, having just woken up at 8:30 PM from a long day’s sleep. She was lying in my arms now, eager to serve her Mistress just as much as I was eager to pamper her and help her relax after an overstimulating day.

I heard a knock on the door, and loosened my firm grip on Hannah.

“Do you know who that would be, dear?” I asked, then kissed the back of her head.

She shook her head. “I don’t think so, Mistress.”

“Then shall I check?” I said.

“That would be wonderful, Mistress, if it’s not too much to ask,” she said bashfully.

“I offered it, dear. Nothing asked.” I pat Hannah on the head, gave her a fanged smile, and stood. Having brought Hannah up from the lobby of the hotel when she arrived, I was already dressed in my black and red floral sundress, one of my favorite articles of clothing.

I opened the door of the suite, looking out in the blinding light of the hallway only to find my thrall Sandra, a taller girl with brown skin and wavy black hair. At this time of week, she should have been working at the reception desk. Clearly something needed my attention.

“Good evening, Mistress,” she said. “You weren’t answering calls, and You didn’t seem to be in Your suite either… there’s something that needs Your attention downstairs.”

“Ah, yes, I believe I neglected to bring my mobile phone out of my own suite,” I said. “I will be back hopefully sooner than later, Hannah. Take care of yourself, alright?”

“I will, Mistress,” she said, sitting up and covering her naked body with her bedsheets. “Good luck with whatever’s up!”

I blew a kiss to Hannah and exited the room with Sandra, closing the door behind me. I tensed up as I internalized that this might be a serious situation on my hands, one I hadn’t been prepared for at all by leaving my mobile phone behind. I missed the time at which I hadn’t had to worry about such things, when communication required more face-to-face contact.

“What’s going on, Sandra? Is there a hunter here?” I asked.

“No… but someone did come looking for you. Not for hostile reasons, we’re pretty sure… Gail’s out of practice with sign language,” Sandra said as we reached the elevators.

“I believe I can cover for whatever she’s lacking,” I said, pushing the button to call the elevator. I had had the opportunity to learn many things over my long undeath, including seven languages. American Sign Language was one of those — I had been taught by a thrall of mine in the 1880s named Annette, and I had had a few occasions to use it since. Immortal as we were, vampires such as myself were especially adept at retaining long-term memories.

“That’s good, Mistress,” Sandra said.

“You have any idea what they want?” I asked as the elevator arrived and we stepped in.

“From what Gail was able to gather, probably someone wanting to be turned. That, or she wants to be Your thrall, Mistress… I wish I could be more confident in that, though. More humans should want to be Yours…”

I giggled, hugging Sandra tight. I really did wish that that was the case. But generally, humans came to me, when they happened to discover the nature I attempted to conceal from the general public, seeking immortality. I did not usually grant that wish, for I associated it heavily with the unpleasantness of my own turning by a man I resented very much. He had not remained in this world for close to two centuries, though, and I suppose I had recovered a bit… I did have one fledgling to my name now. I had only turned her as a matter of absolute necessity, to prevent her life from being extinguished altogether, and while it had turned out positively, it was the sort of thing I’d have preferred to not have to repeat.

Still, I’d have to hear this girl out, whatever it was that she desired. I’d try and be kind to her either way, and perhaps her blood would be worth a drink.

We arrived downstairs, and after stepping out of the elevator, I noticed that the lobby was actually rather busy, people coming and going. It made sense — it had only just gotten dark, and many beachgoers were still returning, along with guests who had been out for dinner. I needed to maintain a low profile. Attracting attention was not wise for a member of my kind.

“We brought her back into the office, Mistress,” Sandra explained, moving swiftly to the door behind the reception desk. Though a window looked out from the office into the lobby, it had blinds which were currently drawn, which often proved useful when I needed to conduct business down here.

Sandra returned to her post behind the reception desk, not before I gave her a kiss on the cheek. I opened the door to find Gail, a short, slight girl with light skin, curly strawberry blonde hair, and green eyes, standing beside an unfamiliar face, the woman in question.

She was around 5’6’’ and a little bit chubby, and had very curly and unstyled dirty blonde hair. She had blue eyes that looked weighed down by life, and was wearing a black t-shirt and basketball shorts, certainly not the preferred gear of your typical vampire hunter. Crutches and a purse were lying against the wall — hers, I had to assume. She was lounging in a seat next to the lunch table in the office, Gail watching over her a bit apprehensively. Both of them seemed to light up with excitement as I entered the room.

“Oh! Um…” Gail said. She thought for a moment, before awkwardly signing “this N-A-O-M-I” to our visitor, spelling my name letter-by-letter, as was the language’s custom. Gail had learned ASL from her sister, I believed, and didn’t often have need to practice the skill.

I watched the woman tilt her head to the side, exposing her neck in the way that my thralls sometimes did when they wanted my fangs in their necks very desperately. It was so unusual to see from someone who didn’t seem to have any preexisting experience with my kind.

“Oh, wow,” I signed, taking a sniff of the woman’s sweet-smelling blood and remembering the signs as I did. “Looking for fangs in your neck?”

She let out a moan, her eyes went wide and her hands trembled as she signed in response a simple “yes”. Well, well… how easy was that?

“Before I do that, I’d like to learn a little bit about you,” I signed. “Pardon me if I’m a bit skeptical. This is an uncommon request to receive, though I’m certainly not opposed to the idea. You do smell very delicious, and you’re very pretty besides.” I took a seat around the corner of the table from her, looking her over.

Still trembling, she signed “my name is L-U-N-A”.

“Well, hello there, Luna,” I said out loud, unable to stop myself from licking my lips. It was a very pretty name for a very pretty girl. “Mm, my apologies. Can you hear and understand me this way?” Though I was proficient enough with sign language, it didn’t come particularly naturally to me, and I had honed my beautiful voice for a very long time to make it quite as alluring as it was. All the better to speak to a cutie like her.

Luna nodded, and I gave her a large smile, showing her my lovely fangs. She seemed especially excited by that, and began blushing.

“Very good to know. My voice feels so good to listen to, doesn’t it?” I said. “Well, Gail, I think I can handle this alone. You may leave us, while I speak to Luna about why she might have come here.” I nodded to Gail, prodding her to leave.

“Yes, Mistress,” Gail responded, turning to leave with a smile while I blew her a kiss. Luna’s eyes seemed to light up with excitement at hearing that.

“So,” I began, turning my crimson gaze back to Luna. “How do you know of me?”

She blushed, a guilty look in her eyes, and began signing.

“I found out about you on a Clamor server for vampire hunters.” She looked down sheepishly, avoiding casting her eyes on any part of my body.

That damn Clamor server! It was a gift that kept on giving to my enemies and loyal thralls alike. We were clearly moving in the latter direction here, but it never failed to make me anxious. It had been well over a year now since I had had to think about any of that, but I was still being discovered based on my now-fledgling Valerie’s research alone. She had done her due diligence, that was assured.

“I’m not immensely familiar with the service, but I believe I’m aware of this community,” I said. “What interest did you have in it?”

I thought of Hannah, who had joined that community at a vulnerable moment in her life when she wanted nothing more than to belong to a pretty girl like me. Joining a community like this wasn’t always motivated by malicious reasoning, necessarily.

Luna hesitated before answering. I must have looked fairly annoyed at that, as she became a bit frightened and looked back away from me. 

“I used to be a vampire hunter myself,” she signed. “Complicated reasons, but I gave it up. But I stayed on the server, and saw this woman called hunter_419 post about how this other hunter, valerie_h, was a thrall. It made me think something was up…

“And then a few weeks later I saw a message from this Caroline girl. She talked about how she had been hunter_419’s apprentice, Nicole Perreira’s apprentice, for two years before she had ended up having to put a stake through her heart. Didn’t give any details, but she did show the corpse. I knew it had to be true. And Nicole, you know this, I’m sure, but other hunters aren’t like Nicole. The kind of vampire she would be is the kind that made me want to hunt vampires.”

She signed slowly, methodically, her hands trembling, and I nodded and said, “I’m well aware of what happened to Ms. Perreira.”

“Yes,” Luna confirmed. “I went by Nicole’s old house, wanting to see for myself. It was abandoned. I had to break in. The authorities hadn’t realized she was dead yet, I think. There was no body, I think Caroline must’ve gotten rid of it, but I found some notes in her kitchen. Talking about kidnapping Naomi Rennt, which is you, right?”

I sighed. “Yes, I was there, and I played no small part in Ms. Perreira’s death. It was rather necessary if I wanted to escape with my undeath…”

“I understand,” she signed. “I was willing to let that be it, but since then, life has been creeping up on me. I came here, knowing that you spared Caroline’s life, to ask if you would turn me into a vampire like you.”

Ahh, there it was. I turned my gaze away from the pretty girl. I was simply going to have to erase her memory of meeting me, and be done with this. We could perhaps have a sexual encounter, but such things often felt tainted by the knowledge that the girl had come to me with such base desire in mind, something I could not grant for both their good and my own.

“I cannot help you with that,” I said sternly. “You’ll—”

I cut myself off as Luna seemed to panic, signing back a quick response with a frown upon her face.

“Please, Miss Naomi. I’m going to die otherwise.”

I laughed darkly. “Such is the case for all humans, regrettably.” As I said it, though, I knew that she probably meant more than that. She appeared to be only in her early twenties… a girl that young shouldn’t have had death to fear, though I knew all too personally that it could creep up on the unwary.

She nodded sadly, and signed, “I have less than five years to live.”

Even my unbeating heart had strings to be pulled on. I felt I at least needed to hear this girl out and give her one good night. Women who smelled as lovely as her deserved to have a chance at happiness.

“I think we ought to discuss this in my room,” I said, reaching my hand out toward Luna’s. I knew I’d likely regret this, but it would be worth it for her. I had done more unpleasant things for one single night, and her turning had hardly been promised.

Before she took my hand, she signed “thank you,” a beautiful smile spreading across her face. Seeing that made me feel like this could truly be worth my while.

I leaned down to kiss her hand, then gazed back up at her. “Why don’t you look me in the eyes? I’ll get you nice and comfortable.”

Given how eager she clearly was, she offered no resistance at all, and went into trance for me, so, so, easily.

“Good girl,” I said. “Gather up your crutches and follow along, won’t you? Staying ever so relaxed for me.”

Well and truly under my spell, she signed back, “yes, Mistress” — or at least what I presumed was intended that way.

Luna got herself up with her crutches, moving in slow, automatic motions, and I wrapped my right arm around her left, guiding her toward the elevator. A brown-haired woman in a swimsuit, still damp from the ocean waves, waited alongside us, and I held Luna tight by my side, feeling quite possessive. Though showing off too much in a public place would be unwise, I did hope it was understood that not everyone was going to get to drink the blood of a girl as adorable as this one.

As we stepped into the elevator, I thought all about the things I was going to do to this adorable girl.

Luna

“Wake up.”

I came back to consciousness to find myself sitting on an expensive-looking and very comfortable armchair, the cushion covered in what must have been silk. My crutches were propped up against the side of the chair where I could easily reach them, and my purse was hanging on a nearby coat rack. Looking around, I was in a hotel suite decorated with a lot of expensive-looking furniture and a few paintings, mostly of nighttime scenes. The walls were painted brown, and the floor was covered in a very soft shag carpet. A kitchen was attached on the far side of the room, and doors led off into other rooms: a bathroom, a bedroom, and several closets. The whole suite was dark, though faint light from outside was shining in from an uncovered window.

Miss Naomi was sitting on the couch, her legs almost touching mine as she sat diagonally, facing me. Once I looked, I felt I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was very beautiful in the way that vampires were, unnervingly so. Someone else was sitting next to Miss Naomi, a tall, chubby girl with tan skin, long brown hair cut in a sideshave, and ears covered in piercings. She was dressed in a silky black nightgown, and from the way she looked at Miss Naomi, not to mention the conspicuous bite mark on her neck, I thought that she must’ve been her thrall.

“Is this your home? Who is she?” I signed, my hands trembling from a combination of nervousness and my neurological issues.

Miss Naomi nodded, and wrapped an arm around the brown-haired girl’s back with a smile.

“I indeed live here,” she said, or maybe She, because She had just had me under Her spell for an extended period of time and it felt amazing, and I needed to be Hers now more than I ever had imagined.

“And this is Hannah,” She continued, kissing the girl next to Her on the forehead. “I thought it would be cute to introduce you two. Hannah came to Me for similar reasons, after all, though with enthrallment in mind.”

“Yeah,” Hannah said, nuzzling against Miss Naomi’s shoulder. “I just wanted someone who I knew would take care of me. Giving up my free will was the cherry on top.”

“Nice to meet you,” I signed, realizing afterward that Hannah might not be able to understand me. But Miss Naomi noticed my mistake, and translated my signs to English for her.

“It’s good to meet you too,” Hannah said with a smile, gripping Miss Naomi’s hand. “I’m always surprised that there are so many people who don’t want to be thralls like me. It’s exciting to meet someone else who thinks the same way.”

Oh—I really hoped I hadn’t been misunderstood, though it was clear that Miss Naomi had some reservations about my request.

“I would like Miss Naomi to bite me very badly, but I was actually wanting to be turned,” I signed as quickly as I could, wanting to clarify, though my signing speed wasn’t as good as it once had been.

Miss Naomi seemed to hesitate before relaying that to Hannah, and said after a moment, “Luna wanted to convey that she actually intended to be turned, not enthralled.” I gave a small nod of agreement.

“Oh,” Hannah said, looking surprised, maybe disappointed? “Is that, um, are You going to do that for her, Mistress?”

Miss Naomi looked off into nothingness, away from both of us, then looked back at me. I averted my gaze, not wanting to lose control of myself again, not yet.

“Prior to last year, I would have told you that I’d never turn a human, that it was against everything I believed in,” She said. “But it would be manifestly dishonest to say that now. I have a fledgling now, though I would be remiss to make it a habit of mine.”

“You do?” I signed excitedly. I didn’t realize that there was potentially another vampire who could have her fangs in my neck, if I was lucky.

“Ah, yes,” Miss Naomi said. “Her name is Valerie. She’s not here right now, though I could potentially call her over here, if you’d like.” She was obviously sensing the excitement I had at hearing about her fledgling, but I was bewildered in the meantime by all the implications that had.

“Valerie. You mean valerie_h, the vampire hunter? I thought she was probably Your thrall, but I never thought—”

“Well, as I said, I never turned anyone before her,” Miss Naomi said. “You’d be forgiven for not expecting it. She was mortally wounded by Ms. Perreira, I’m afraid. Turning her was a matter of necessity, though it has not been all bad.”

“If it’s OK for me to add—” Hannah said, cutting herself off for a moment to look for approval from Miss Naomi, which she received in the form of small nod. “Just, what’s so important to you about being a vampire? It’s a lot to put on Mistress, and being a thrall is so worth it, I swear to you.”

Miss Naomi looked at me expectantly, Her chin balanced on Her fist.

“You did say you were going to die otherwise, didn’t you?” She asked. “Tell us more about that.”

I felt pretty uncomfortable, put on the spot by that question with both Miss Naomi and this other girl looking at me, but I did my best to answer.

“I used to be a vampire hunter, like I told you,” I signed, and Miss Naomi translated what I was saying to Hannah roughly accurately. “But I couldn’t handle the pressure any more. The feeling of killing. It was all so wrong. And six months ago, six months after I put all that behind me, I started having neurological issues. Twitchy muscles, weakness. I mean, you see me now. I can’t manage to form words out loud any more. Wasn’t the case a year ago.

“I didn’t have the money for all the tests my doctor wanted to give me. Even worse when I was sent off to a neurologist. Sold my old shotgun and all of the silver shot I had for it. And… well, I turned out to have ALS. Motor neuron disease. Terminal. Give me another year and I probably won’t be able to sign any more. A few more years than that and I’ll be dead.”

Miss Naomi looked very concerned at that, or at least that’s what I wanted to believe I was seeing on Her face, sympathy. As She relayed my message to Hannah, the human girl looked very sad. Reminded of her own mortality, I presumed, in a way that Miss Naomi wouldn’t have been and I was desperate to not have to be.

“...Do you like hugs?” Hannah asked, while Miss Naomi seemed lost for words.

I nodded, and Hannah handed me my crutches, helping me to my feet. She embraced me and I did the same, and Miss Naomi stood too and joined in, grabbing onto me with a strong, cold, hand that felt more comforting than it ever ought to have.

“I like them too,” Hannah said, squeezing tighter. I had trouble modulating my strength, but held on tight as best I could.

Miss Naomi, still holding both Hannah and I firmly with one arm each, cleared Her throat.

“I cannot quite imagine what it’s like to have a clock ticking for you like that, and I must presume that it is very unpleasant,” She said. “But you do realize that if I were to turn you, there’s a chance that you would not survive? The process is not so reliable, and I am not practiced with it.” She pulled away from Hannah and I and put a comforting hand on my shoulder, then let me back down into the armchair, seeming uneasy.

“I get the impression that You’re worried about killing me?” I signed. “Please don’t be. A terminal neurological disease is a horrible way to die. I’m already a dead woman walking. If it turns out that way, it’ll be mercy, not a murder on Your fangs. I know it’s a risk. I brought a notarized will with me, and I have another copy back at home.” With some strain, I reached for my purse and pulled it down from the coat rack, producing a signed paper from it for Miss Naomi’s eyes.

She slowly began to pace as she read the paper and translated my signs for Hannah’s benefit, hesitating and missing a few words, clearly lost in thought.

“Hm,” She said. “I want to know what Valerie thinks of your request.”

Valerie… when I had been a hunter myself, I had thought pretty highly of Valerie. Not only did she seem to be good at what she did, but she seemed to have a better mindset than most of our colleagues, one focused on harm reduction rather than sadism or revenge. I had made my peace with the fact that she had ended up enthralled, something I tried to comfort myself about by imagining that it was at least a positive experience.

And for her to have been turned? It was surreal, but I mean, shit, from where I was standing now, she seemed incredibly lucky. I had long fantasized about having fangs in my neck myself, so it was hard not to envy someone who had that, forced upon her or otherwise. Miss Naomi would be an ideal woman to bite me, wouldn’t She? We had only just met, and it already felt like She was having my best interests in mind.

“OK,” I signed. I thought that whatever Miss Naomi wanted, it would probably turn out well, if it meant Her fangs would eventually be in my neck. She wasn’t outright rejecting my request after hearing all that, at least.

“Good girl,” She said, placing the will back into my purse. “I’m going to call her. She should arrive within the hour.”

She stood and headed into the bedroom, leaving me with Hannah. And I was a good girl! A feeling of incredible warmth washed over me hearing that, even though it was actually pretty cold in this bedroom, the air conditioner running high even though it was a cool night. That’s how the undead preferred it — I would soon, too, if I was lucky.

“I’m glad you came here, Luna,” Hannah said. “It’s really great to meet other trans girls like me… I mean, you are trans, aren’t you? Also, uh, sorry I don’t know ASL.” She laughed nervously and looked a bit sheepish as she realized it wouldn’t be so easy for me to respond.

I raised a finger to signal “one moment” and took my phone out of my shorts pocket, opening my notes app and setting the text size to 32-point. I typed out a response. My words per minute weren’t what they used to be, but I could communicate this way almost as well as signing.

“I’m trans, yeah! It’s comforting to know that Miss Naomi attracts girls like us,” I wrote, handing my phone to Hannah to read.

A smile spread across her face as she read it.

“She does!” she said. “I also found out about Mistress from Valerie’s research on Clamor, actually, right around when she got enthralled. I had lurked there for a while for like, you know…” She blushed, looking away from me. “You know, because having blood drunk, being taken… I always knew it would fix me. It’s hot, belonging to someone, Her will overriding mine. I needed it.”

I typed back, “I need it too. I hope if Miss Naomi turns me, I’ll get to keep being Her fledgling and Her my Mistress.” I hid my face as Hannah read the message. Writing something was a lot easier than having someone else read what I had written.

“That’s exciting that you still want that, even as a vampire,” Hannah said, grinning at me. “I pretty much always figured that people who want to be turned like you had more, uh, dominant tendencies.”

“I’m only getting turned as a last resort. I hope I can still act subby when I do. I just think Her fangs are really hot. I need them inside me,” I typed back. After handing my phone back to her, Hannah was clearly flustered by what I wrote, and began fidgeting around on the couch.

“Goddess yes, I love having them inside me too,” she said. “They’re so sharp and wonderful… so painful but I don’t care, never could care, it feels too good. I could let Her drink from me forever…” She let out a long breath, somewhere between a sigh and a moan. I needed it so badly too. I always had. And with any luck, I’d have it soon, and much, much more…

After She got off of the phone, Miss Naomi kept teasing me, but She didn’t seem so engaged as She had when I met her downstairs. My request was clearly bothering Her, and She couldn’t seem to sit still.

After about half an hour, She told Hannah to leave us, and Hannah obeyed, returning to her own room. She lived here, apparently, given a new home near her Mistress, at least in part because living with her parents was very difficult for her. I so desperately wanted to be taken and turned by someone who would be so generous as to do something like that for Her thralls.

“How would you like to suck on My tits before Valerie gets here?” Miss Naomi asked. “She’s still a ways out, and we have time.”

What was there to say to that? It obviously wasn’t much of a question, surely even from Her own perspective. She would’ve been used to getting what She wanted, because a girl like Her could have any girl She wanted. And I certainly wasn’t going to refuse, because it sounded extremely hot and She was hot, and I wasn’t going to turn down an offer to suck on the tits of a pretty girl!

“I’d love that!” I signed frantically, probably reading as desperate, because I was. And Miss Naomi was already unzipping Her dress, lying down on the couch face up, unhooking Her bra to reveal Her amazing nipples, pale and perky. I pulled myself over to Her on my crutches, leaving them propped up against the armchair as I flopped down on top of Her, feeling Her soft, cold skin against my own, feeling safe, comfortable, right where I should be. I didn’t have enough motor control to move myself into place with much care, but Miss Naomi took care to pull me forward, face between Her tits.

Wriggling my hands into a position where She could see them, I signed, “may I call you Mistress?” I realized that I probably had called Her that unconsciously earlier, so desperate to think of Her that way, but I couldn’t dare proceed without Her permission.

“Of course you may, sweetie,” She said, grasping the hand I had used for the last sign. “Whatever way this goes tonight, I am your Mistress, so you should call Me that.”

“Yes, Mistress!” I signed back, with the best smile I could manage. Fuck, Hannah was right — I’d settle for being Mistress’ thrall if it weren’t for my urgent need. I’d be whatever She wanted me to be. Mistress was a manifestation of love and sex itself, Aphrodite incarnate. I needed Her fangs in me so badly. I’d accept what She chose, but I desperately hoped that She would eventually agree to turn me. I didn’t want to die young…

“It’ll be a little while longer until Valerie arrives,” Mistress said. “Look Me in the eyes, won’t you? A cutie like you deserves some fun triggers.”

I began signing “yes, Mistress,” but I looked Her in the eyes and my fingers fell just as I did.

When I woke back up, I was still between Mistress’ tits. I got the impression, though, that quite a lot of time had probably passed, time that I didn’t remember. My surroundings had changed too. We were in a bedroom now, Mistress’ bedroom, lying on top of her king-size bed (or maybe Mistress-size bed would’ve been more appropriate; She was very tall).

And on top of that, someone else was here too. She was a pretty tall woman, tall for a cis girl at least, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me with concern, perched on the edge of the bed. She had very pale skin, blood-red eyes, platinum blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and was wearing a black tank top and jeans. It took me a moment to put myself together enough to realize that she was another vampire… Valerie. I had forgotten her face, but thinking back vaguely to images I saw on Clamor, it was definitely her. She was here!

I thought for a moment about what deep shit I would have been in had I still been a vampire hunter. I had just been in trance for Mistress for who knew how long, maybe as much as half an hour, letting Her have Her way with my mind. I felt like I had already been falling under Her spell prior to that, but I doubted if I’d be able to summon any resistance at all now even if I wanted to for some reason. And now there was a second vampire here too, one who, if I understood correctly, was fundamentally loyal to Mistress. Both of them were looking at me hungrily. I was trapped, and at that moment, it was just what I wanted.

“Oh wow, she’s adorable,” Miss Valerie said, bending down to look at me and talking like I wasn’t there. She was salivating, and I felt her cold breath on my side, and it made me whimper.

…Oh fuck, I was naked, wasn’t I? Evidently, I had been stripped, or stripped myself at Mistress’ whims at some point while I had been under Her spell, and I hadn’t even realized it until now. That was so strange… She could do anything to me, and the time I had to do anything about it was rapidly diminishing, if there was still any left at all.

“She is adorable, isn’t she?” Mistress said, looking at Her fledgling. “But remember, sweetie, she’s Mine. Keep your fangs away from her.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Miss Valerie said, sounding like she was trying to hold back disappointment. It made me a little disappointed too, if I was being honest.

“But don’t worry, Luna,” Mistress said, looking at me lovingly. “I’ll give you all the bites I know you desire. You told me, after all.” She giggled as I realized what she probably meant by that, and I began to blush profusely, struggling to sign out of embarrassment.

“You had me tell You my kinks and desires?” I asked.

“Of course,” Mistress said, then, to Valerie, “She’s realizing some of what I did to her. That’s why she’s so flustered. Aren’t you, dear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I signed back.

“Very good girl. Now, Valerie and I discussed your request while you were sleeping for Me,” She said. I perked up at that news, and She noticed, smiling and giggling, though on the edge of losing Her composure, I thought. I realized that when it came to this subject, Mistress seemed to be hanging on by a thread.

“Hm, perhaps it would be better if you said your piece first, Valerie,” She said, clearing Her throat. “In your own words.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Valerie said. “Um, yeah, hi, I’m Valerie, uh, Mistress Naomi’s eternally loyal fledgling. She asked me if I thought it would be OK to turn you… well, turning me was a last-ditch effort to save me. Not something She planned. I’m sure you’ve already heard all that. The point is, uh, I told Her that you’re basically in the same situation as me. If you’re not turned, you’ll die a horrible death. There’s no other way to save you.”

“So you said She should do it?” I signed, realizing afterward that Valerie probably wouldn’t understand, but Mistress was quick to translate for me.

“Well, I told Mistress that if it was me in your position, Luna, when I was still human, I’d feel pretty lost if I were told no. Still lucky to be in Mistress’ bedroom, but, uh, lost.”

Mistress had a sad smile on her face, hearing all this. I thought I might’ve seen a tear or two escaping from Her eyes.

“For a long time, I told Myself that this isn’t who I am, the kind to turn my thralls,” She said. “But it may be that I ought to adopt exceptions to that policy, though rare. I’ve only had one case to work with, but I have certainly not regretted it so far.” She grabbed Valerie’s hand, squeezing it tight, and the two vampires looked at each other with sapphic love upon their faces. They would be together forever, maybe, or at least for centuries. If I was turned, I could persist for that long too. It was both reassuring and scary to consider.

“So You’ll do it? That’s what You’re saying?” I signed, a pleading look upon my face. I desperately hoped I wasn’t misunderstanding.

Mistress took a deep breath, then looked at me sharply. “Yes. I suppose that is what I mean. I will turn you into one of my kind, if it means saving a pretty girl like you from such an unwarranted fate.”

I began signing “thank You” over and over and over, overjoyed that She would really do this for me, that She was going this far out of Her way to save me, someone She had only just met.

Mistress began giggling again, ruffling Her fingers through my hair and messing it up and making me feel both appreciated and overwhelmed.

“Alright, alright, sweetie, that’s enough,” She said, sitting up and rolling me over onto my back. “I said I’d fulfill your request, and I’m a woman of My word. But first, I think that Valerie and I would like to have some fun with you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I signed. I didn’t mind that at all! It was one of the things I had been looking forward to most.

“Then ▒░▓▒▒▓░░▒▓▒▓▓░▒▓▒,” She said, the words washing over me without my understanding. Something activated deep within my psyche, one of the triggers Mistress had left in my mind, I realized. Before I knew what I was even doing, I was crawling myself into a kneeling position, my head pressed low onto the bed. I had just about enough motor control left in my knees to enable that. Yes… I was bowing for my Mistress. This is where I should be, I realized. This is where I belonged.

Those thoughts weren’t my own, they were Hers. I needed more of that so badly.

“Good girl,” Mistress said. I felt her cold hand patting the back of my head. “So suggestible… you may sit back up, Luna. You’re showing your devotion to Me as well as you can.”

I let the tension in my shoulders relax and sat back up, still a bit dazed. Having my head fucked with would do that to me, not to mention the passive pressure I was feeling to submit and obey just looking at Mistress and Miss Valerie, hearing their voices. With the room lit only by moonlight shining in through the window, everything had an ethereal quality to it, but that only made it easier to focus on the two vampires, and let their will become my own.

And I soon realized I was so zoned out, so deep under their spell, looking at them, dreaming about the sharpness of their fangs, that Miss Valerie had stripped herself naked without me ever really realizing. It was so surreal, and something I felt like I needed to hold onto, because I was under the impression that I wouldn’t be affected in quite this way any more once I was turned.

And then I was reckoning with the enormity of what I had asked for, the fact that by the end of the night, I probably would have given up my humanity for good. That probably wasn’t the healthiest way to think about this, but it was still weird to think that a lot of sensations would be different for me very soon. I had made sure to get a slice of pizza from my favorite pizza shop in my downtown Brooklyn earlier today before driving all the way up to Massachusetts, just to taste it one last time, and I had spent most of the day on a walk in Prospect Park, knowing I’d never walk in the sunlight again. Even though it would bring so much joy and extend my lifespan long past the next few years, I couldn’t help but see it as a little bit bittersweet. Normal for any big life change, even if I expected it and went out of my way to get it.

Before I knew it, Mistress and Miss Valerie were both cradling me in their arms on the center of the bed. I was squished up between the two of them, unable to free myself.

“A little distracted, are we?” Mistress said, feeling up the side of my torso with Her ice-cold hand. It was unbidden, but I liked it anyway, so, so much.

“You’re pretty,” I signed weakly.

“She says we’re pretty,” Mistress said. “And we are beautiful, aren’t we, My fledgling?” She reached out Her hand to Valerie, grabbing it across my body. It seemed I was just an accessory here, something to be acted upon. I didn’t mind it at all.

“I’m guessing she can’t think of anything but us, Mistress,” Miss Valerie said with a smile. I thought of how when I was turned, I would be made subservient to Mistress for as long as She saw fit, just like Miss Valerie. I wouldn’t only be a fledgling vampire, but Her fledgling. She’d be there to take care of me… I’d be Her responsibility. And the memory of Her fangs in my neck would live on forever.

“I have a way to guarantee that, actually,” Mistress said, smirking. “Luna, ▒░▒▓▒░░▒▓▒▒░▓▒▒░▓▓▒▓░▒.”

My vision suddenly seemed to blur. I worried for a moment that it was some horrible new neurological problem, but no, it was whatever Mistress had just said to me. Everything was so blurry and I couldn’t focus on any of it except for Mistress Herself, not even Miss Valerie. Miss Valerie might have said something in response, too, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I had to focus only on Mistress now. Anything else was impossible, and it made Her darkly radiant beauty stand out all the more to me.

“That’s very cute,” Mistress said in her amazingly beautiful songlike voice. Every word carried such incredible weight, all bearing down on me at once. “I’ve been meaning to give one of My girls this trigger for a while, but you get to be the test subject, sweetie. Did you know that Valerie is tapping you on the shoulder right now?”

I shook my head, completely captivated, lost, lost, unable to think of anything but Her, serving Her, belonging to Her, nourishing Her. I tilted my head again instinctively. I needed her fangs in my neck not only for my own gratification, but for Her pleasure.

“Such an interesting way this manifests itself,” Mistress said, completely irresistible as She cupped my cheek with Her hand. I couldn’t stop myself from catching a glimpse of Her entrancing crimson eyes, dragging me deeper down, my mouth hanging open and drooling a little bit.

“I didn’t anticipate this amplifying My allure so greatly, but I suppose it’s only natural,” She continued. “Even if I’m an object of attention, there would normally be other sights and sounds to perceive other than Myself. But all of that is gone now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I signed without thinking. It… it was true, whatever She had said. I didn’t have to think about the details if I took Her word as law and carried out Her desires automatically.

“Good girl,” She said with a tone that made me feel like I was melting into a pool of pure desire. “You know, sweetie, I love testing the limits of triggers like these. Valerie is rubbing your inner thighs at the moment. They’re squirming around, but I wasn’t sure if you realized… did you, sweetie? Be honest with Me now.”

I could never even consider an alternative to honesty with Her. I signed, “no, Mistress,” in the middle of what felt practically like an out-of-body experience.

“That’s so adorable. I’ll have to play around with this one more in the future,” She said. “You’re going to be such delicious prey.”

I let out perhaps the loudest moan I ever had in response to that. Yes, yes, I wanted to be Mistress’ prey so badly, more badly than I had ever wanted anything. I wasn’t able to form words any more, but it was far from keeping me from expressing my desires aloud, and it must have been palpable given the surprise and excitement on Her face.

“You want to be prey that badly, hm?” Mistress asked, giggling, Her beautiful fangs showing through Her grin.

I nodded vigorously in response, reenergized.

“Then we ought not delay, sweetie. Luna, ▒░░▓▒▓░▒▓▒░░▒░▓.”

I regained awareness of the bedroom surrounding me and practically jumped off the bed despite my lack of motor control as I felt the full force of Miss Valerie kissing and licking my inner thighs, just inches from my gock. I was very hard thanks to her, and thanks to everything Mistress had done, pretty much unable to control myself at this point. I just wanted fangs in my neck and to be used and turned and given new life to replace what I was losing.

“Enjoying yourself?” Mistress asked with a sly smile.

I could barely stop my hands from twitching both due to neurological limitations and the unbelievable stimulus I was receiving, but I signed “yes, Mistress” as well as I could. Yet even now there was one request I wanted to make. I knew it was greedy to ask it of Mistress, but having a witness would make everything feel safer and sweeter.

“Mistress,” I signed, trying as best I could to hold my hands in the proper positions while Miss Valerie left a hickey on my thigh, barely avoiding poking me with her amazing fangs. “Could Hannah be here for this? She understands me. She understands this. It would mean so much if I could have her by my side, especially when I’m turned.”

Mistress seemed to think for a moment before nodding.

“Valerie, let up on her thigh, won’t you?” She said. “Luna would like Hannah here… I think she’s a bit of an exhibitionist.”

As She smiled at me, I let out another little whimper, flustered by Her teasing.

“You’d like me to go get her, Mistress?” Miss Valerie asked, wiping the drool off of her lips.

“Please, dear,” Mistress said, before planting a kiss on my right tit.

Miss Valerie nodded, said “yes, Mistress,” and headed quickly out into the hallway. Just a couple of minutes later, while Mistress had gone on to idly play with my tits, the fledgling returned with Hannah by her side, still dressed in her nightgown.

“Hi… I was wanted?” she asked, looking around, blushing when she saw my naked self on the bed. She was clearly far from surprised, though, and I had to assume that she was pretty used to her Mistress bringing previously unknown women to bed with her.

“Yes, dear,” Mistress said, raising Her head away from sucking on my left tit. It was wet with cold saliva now and felt wonderful. “Luna here would like you by her side while I drink from her and while she’s turned. For companionship, and perhaps to be seen.” I nodded, confirming all She had said, and Hannah smiled.

“Oh Goddess, that’s so sweet?” she said, jumping off the ground a little bit as she ran over into the bedroom. “You wanted me here, specifically?”

I signed, “You get what it’s like to want to be bitten. I feel like I can trust you,” and Mistress translated for me. I reached my hand out for Hannah’s and she took it, her grip light but firm. She looked so honored… I didn’t realize this would be such a whole thing, but looking at it from her perspective, it made sense.

Mistress cleared her throat, seeming nervous again, perhaps as everything was finally coming together.

“Well, I suppose I see little more reason to delay this,” She said. “Luna, let’s get you turned around.” Mistress and Miss Valerie each grabbed an end of my body and turned me around, feet at the bed’s headboard now, my head at the end of the bed. I wondered what they had in store for me.

“Mistress came up with a whole plan for drinking from you while you were under Her spell earlier,” Miss Valerie said. “She says girls like you deserve special treatment.”

“It’s true,” Mistress said. “I told Hannah the same thing. If you desire my fangs in your neck, I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”

“I think about it every day,” Hannah said, moving around the bed to grab my hand again. “You’ll love this.”

“I know I will,” I signed, before Mistress translated for me. I had fantasized about this for so long. There was no doubt to be had that this would be worthwhile, especially with how little time I had left otherwise.

Miss Valerie sat down on top of my face, covering my vision and letting me take in her musk, very faint due to her lack of body odor, but she still had pussy juices that granted her a lovely sexual scent. Besides, I just loved the pressure on my face a whole, whole lot… barely being able to breathe, I couldn’t see what was being done with me. It gathered into something really cathartic.

Meanwhile, I felt Mistress’ cold breaths on my neck again, and then the gentle touch of Her fingertips on my skin, feeling for the right blood vessel, I had to imagine. I heard light moans out of Her mouth, even her non-word vocal sounds so, so beautiful. I wondered if it’d be the same for me when I was turned. I could still moan and whimper; would that be seductive to humans? I could hardly imagine dominating anyone that way, though. I wasn’t the kind of girl who liked dominating anyone to begin with.

Throughout the whole experience, Hannah was still holding my hand tight. I felt like I could feel her closeness in her grip, her squeeze tighening as… as…

Aaaaahhhh it felt so good it felt so good it hurt so much it felt so good… the blood drained out of my body right into my Mistress’ mouth as Valerie pat my shoulders and Hannah gripped my hand tighter, probably as tight as she could with her human strength. It was so totally wonderful and overwhelming and my gock was so hard from it and I was cumming, cumming, cumming…!

I lost the ability to separate the sensations from one another, and I succumbed to my Mistress’ will for good as the love I was feeling converged on me all at once.

The next 30 minutes were a whirlwind of ecstasy. I couldn’t separate one thing from another, the biting and the lying in place and the cuddling and the fucking. All I could focus on was the fact that I was feeling pleasure, and that I was Hers, and that belonging to Her was pleasure. Serving Her and pleasing Her would be the center of my existence from now on.

As the overwhelm started to recede, I took stock of what I was seeing around me. Miss Valerie had left, and it was just Mistress, Hannah, and I now. Mistress was sitting on the side of the bed, looking contemplative, while Hannah was spooning me. We had clearly been placed together by Her.

Sensations of pleasure still radiated outward from the place Mistress had bitten me on the neck. I’d need a mirror to see it, but I knew it would be those two prick marks I expected to see. I had expected more elaborate bites based on what had been described, but it wouldn’t be my place to question that.

Oh, and I was still human, so I could use a mirror to see the mark, if I had one. I wanted to be worried that She’d changed Her mind about turning me, but if that was what She decided now, I’d have to accept it. I’d accept whatever role She gave me, however She wanted me to exist, even if it wasn’t what I originally wanted, even if it meant that my motor skills would continue to degrade…

“Luna,” She said, noticing my stirring and turning Her head toward me. “You tasted wonderful, you know. Sweet and sour in equal measure.”

I sat up to face Her, and Hannah followed, one of her arms remaining wrapped around me. I felt so safe.

“Mistress! I love You!” I signed, needing Her to know so, so badly. I had looked forward to meeting Her for so long and I finally had and I knew now that She had been meant to be my Mistress for all of this time I had spent not submitting myself to Her.

“I love you too, sweetie,” She said solemnly. “But let’s take a step back for a moment. I need you to answer this next question as honestly as you can, alright? As objectively as you can. I cannot afford to possibly make a mistake with this. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Mistress,” I signed. “I’ll do my best.”

She nodded. “That is all I can ask of you. Now, tell Me: do you truly, in your heart of hearts, want to be turned into a vampire like Myself? You may die, and it is not something that I can take back. If I attempt this, you will not ever be human again, that I guarantee.”

“Yes! Yes, I want this! More than anything in the world! Please!” I signed, a smile on my face, reassured as I realized that Mistress had simply been looking out for me — she had never meant to deny me this at all.

Mistress smiled back, wrapping Her arms around me in a tight hug that felt like it was going to break my ribs. Hannah hugged me too, and I was squeezed between the both of them.

“Then I will give that gift to you, My darling,” Mistress said.

She threw me down onto the bed and was about to lunge for my left thigh, but there was just one more request I needed to make. Knowing Hannah wouldn’t understand my signs, I just pointed to her hand and reached out for it, gripping it in my own. One way or another, this life would end in safety and comfort.

“I’ve got you, Luna,” she said with a smile.

Mistress nodded and smiled, hesitating no more as She piercing her fangs into my thigh. I couldn't help moaning and crying out in pain and pleasure, gripping the sheets beneath me as my screams echoed into the halls of the hotel and beyond. I would be granted absolution in the end, saved by my Mistress. No more neurological degeneration to worry about, thanks to Her. Just like Valerie, I’d be Her fledgling… and I couldn’t look forward more to all the love and care that came along with that.