I awoke lying face-up on a comfortable bed in a dark room, dressed in my own pajamas, a gray sweatshirt and gray shorts. How long had I slept? I felt I couldn’t be sure. Whatever I had been doing last seemed like a distant memory. It could have been years ago, a lifetime ago. Never before had I felt so disconnected from the world.

I felt barely able to move as those memories coalesced. I was… I had been in a garage? The garage, right, where my Mistress had been kept against Her will for the better part of a week. The garage that belonged to…

Oh! Nicole Perreira, how could I forget, she was, she was…

I was Hers?

I had hated Her, She was the enemy of my Goddess, but Nicole, too, was a Goddess to me. She had taken my blood, and that made me Hers. And She had taken so, so much. Her fangs were in my neck much longer than my other Mistress, Mistress Naomi, ever had Her fangs in me. I thought… I thought I had gone into shock after that. I barely internalized anything that had happened there, but my Mistress was stabbed, maybe? Mistress Nicole, that was.

She… She had been stabbed. Sh-shit. I had barely known Her as my Mistress or otherwise, but She had most definitely been stabbed. Stabbed by Caroline, her protégé. Mistress Nicole had gotten pretty worked up, excited to take me as Her thrall, over Caroline and Mistress Naomi’s protests, and Caroline had ended up picking up a knife from the floor at Mistress Naomi’s behest…

…Oh Goddess, my Mistresses disagreed, didn’t They? More than that, They were mortal enemies. What did I do? Who did I side with between Them? That was a completely impossible choice. I had only been taken by Mistress Nicole a short time ago, but I belonged to Her, needed to serve Her and defend Her and please Her. Perhaps Mistress Naomi would come first, since She had taken me first, but I was still Mistress Nicole’s too. She would always have to be considered. Although, uh…

Was She dead?

My memories were so blurry, and I had barely been able to take it in at the time, but I realized that Mistress Nicole had been stabbed straight through the heart with a silver knife, I was pretty sure, while I lay there in shock with most of my blood missing, half-conscious and clammy, drained like I had never been drained before. She was dead. And I thought, I wasn’t sure, but I thought… I thought that the very last thing that had happened was Mistress Naomi leaving Her cage, climbing on top of me and holding me in Her gentle embrace, sinking Her fangs into me despite how much had already been taken.

Perhaps I only had one Mistress, still. But thinking about any of it too hard hurt my head. I needed to figure out where things stood, first and foremost. I needed to know who I served, and who was left for me to serve. I needed to know my life’s purpose.

I looked around the room, getting my bearings. It was pretty dark, but I guessed my eyes had adjusted by now, because I didn’t have any trouble seeing around me. This was Mistress Naomi’s bedroom in Her hotel, connected to the living room in Her suite by a set of double doors. No one else seemed to be here, including Mistress Naomi Herself.

Thinking back, I had been very badly injured when Mistress Nicole had knocked me across the room, but those injuries seemed to be gone now. I felt so much better, strong as I ever had, in fact. I’d expect bruises like that to have lasted for weeks. Had I been unconscious for that long, or was I suffering from some kind of memory loss? Was Mistress Naomi tampering with my memories? I would have absolutely loved that, but it didn’t feel quite right. I’d have expected Her to be in the room with me in that case, if nothing else. It wouldn’t have been like Her to leave me alone in a vulnerable state.

The only other possibility I could think of was that my injuries had somehow healed much more quickly than normal. Looking at myself, there was no trace of bruises left on my sides. How could that have even happened? I did look pretty pale, but not bruised… oh…

Oh Goddess, I was so pale… could that really be the case?

And I had barely started to get a hold on my environment when I started to notice the scent surrounding me. It was a metallic, savory scent, one that seemed to make my whole body light up in excitement as I smelled it. It was relatively faint, but as soon as I took notice of it, it seemed to be overcoming me, consuming me with the desire to find its source.

It was the smell of human blood. The blood, I could only assume, of the various people in the other rooms of Mistress Naomi’s hotel that surrounded me. Separated from me by walls, but I was apparently now sensitive enough to this wonderful smell that it resembled the feeling of walking down a city street and smelling garlic from outside a restaurant, though that was a surprisingly unpleasant smell to imagine at the moment.

Shit… was this real? Was I really a vampire? Mistress Naomi had turned me, hadn’t She? If it was Her will, I would accept it, but why would She do that?

I thought that my heart should’ve been beating at a million miles an hour, but instead, it didn’t feel like it was beating at all. There must have been some kind of mistake. I wasn’t a vampire! I was a normal human girl, a thrall to my Mistresses but never a vampire myself. That wasn’t how this worked! There was no way this could be…

I stood up, my body feeling almost alien to me. Sure, I went to the gym three times a week, I had always kept that up, but I had never felt this strong. It didn’t feel like I should have been able to stand up so easily after being unconscious (or worse), but I found it easy now.

Mistress Naomi’s bedroom was adorned with a large floor-to-ceiling mirror. I had been surprised by Her choice of decor during my earlier times here, but She liked dressing Her thralls up in clothing and makeup that She thought was cute sometimes, so it was there. I knew that Her lack of a reflection mostly felt like an annoyance to Her, judging by how she talked about it. It made getting Herself ready for the night harder than it would be for a human — styling Her hair, trying out new outfits, that sort of thing. She relied on us to help Her with these types of tasks.

I was terrified to look in the mirror, knowing what I’d probably find. It was a foregone conclusion, given what I was seeing and feeling so far. But I thought that maybe, just maybe, I’d see myself reflected, and be assured that this was all just a bad dream.

I stepped directly in front of the mirror. It reflected an empty room.

I was… basically a walking corpse now? My Mistresses were beautiful and perfect, of course, but They were, in some sense, walking corpses… members of the undead. And, at least in form, I was no different from Them now, seemingly. It was strange. I didn’t feel dead. My body didn’t quite feel like my own, but I was still the same person I had always been, even if the mirror disagreed.

I mean, wasn’t I? There was that thing that Mistress Nicole had said about Her being a parasite who inherited Her own memories. It didn’t seem like it quite matched up with what I had seen from Her or from Mistress Naomi, but even thinking back to that felt like such a distant memory, something from another life. Was I not me any more? Was “Valerie” dead?

I, uh… I needed to talk to someone. Mistress Naomi? Lauren? Sandra? Gail? Hannah? Anyone. I was fucking panicking and I needed someone to tell me that I was still me, that I wasn’t an undead parasite now, that things could ever be the same again.

Oh… ohhh, Lauren. Lauren. The thought of her, my beloved girlfriend who I had lived with for years, made my mouth water. I was reminded of her scent, the musk in her crotch, the smell of her blood… the smell of her blood, something I had only smelled incidentally, something I had never even considered before… It was totally overwhelming. I needed it, I needed her, I needed to love her and cherish her, go on long walks with her and watch movies together, sleep with her in my arms and play video games together, own and control her and drink her blood…

Oh Goddess, I needed to drink her blood so badly! It was all-consuming, a desire above desires, the one need I felt I truly had at that moment and the thought was making me shiver and shake with uncontrollable bloodlust, because I was not human, that I was sure of as I looked in the mirror and saw nothing reflected, as I looked at my own hand and saw how pale it was, as I reached that hand up to my lips and felt long fangs there that could surely pierce Laurie’s skin, draw her blood out onto my tongue and into my body, nourishing me, making sure that she would be mine forever.

I put a hand up to the mirror in front of me… this was so wrong. I couldn’t stand looking at it any longer. How could I think of Laurie this way? She was my girlfriend, the love of my life. I couldn’t hurt her, I didn’t want to, I wanted our relationship to be that of equal partners. At least… at least that’s what I needed to tell myself to think! I realized that the reason I wanted this so badly was because I loved her so deeply, cared for her so much… this was part of what love meant to me now because I wasn’t fucking human any more!

I pressed my hand into the mirror harder, filled with tension like I never had been before, and it shattered to pieces in front of me.

A glass shard fell onto my arm, piercing into my skin, but it barely hurt. I pulled it out, and the bloodless wound it had left closed instantaneously before my eyes.

And… oh Goddess, I had just shattered Mistress Naomi’s mirror. Like most of Her things, it looked very expensive, probably custom-made, even. It was shattered now. It wasn’t coming back. It reminded me of myself, actually. My life had apparently been shattered without warning, and there was going to be no way to put myself back together, maybe. This is what I was now. I didn’t regret putting my life on the line to save Mistress Naomi (though it went against Mistress Nicole’s will and that gave me a headache), but I had never expected this, especially not from Mistress Naomi Herself.

But I was not OK at all at that moment. I felt dizzy, conflicted between two Mistresses, overwhelmed by the smell of blood all around me, ashamed and confused about what I was feeling about Lauren. I needed to get on the phone now before things got any worse. Wherever Mistress Naomi was, I hoped that She would respond…

I walked over to the phone on Mistress Naomi’s nightstand. There was a speed dial button for the front desk of the hotel, standard on all of the hotel’s phones, so I decided to just press that to get it over with. Whoever was down there could get me in touch with Mistress Naomi, anyway, and would probably do an at least OK job of calming me down on their own. At least I hoped so. I pressed the button and reached for the receiver, not sure if I was really ready for human interaction.

But as I gripped the receiver, I heard a crack from between my fingers as the plastic gave way. It was mangled, crushed plastic, rendered unusable by my supernatural strength. Shit, shit… another one of Her things broken, all my fault. This was so fucked. This couldn’t be me. Mistress Naomi was supposed to be the stronger one between the two of us, and She was always gentle, always careful. She’d never break something without meaning to. I wasn’t meant for this existence. I wasn’t cut out for it like Her. This was so wrong!

Fucking hell. Did I wait around until Mistress Naomi returned from wherever She had gone? That would only serve to let the smell of blood in the rooms around me drive me completely crazy. I couldn’t just sit here. I needed to do something about this.

Thankfully, I had been dressed in my own pajamas, apparently. When a human was turned into a vampire, undeath took a few days to take hold, so I guessed that there would have been ample time to take me back here and bring some of my clothes over from my apartment. Mistress Naomi was so kind and nurturing as always, keeping me in Her bed in these conditions. I just wished She was there in the bedroom with me.

It wasn’t a proper set of clothes to wear, but all I needed to do was get outside to escape from the amazing delicious smell all around me. I couldn’t afford to indulge that, not now, and I felt like if I ever did indulge it I would never, ever be able to stop myself. Blackout curtains were drawn over Mistress Naomi’s windows, so it was difficult to tell the time of day, but it was certainly dark in the bedroom, and not even a small sliver of light seemed to be coming from underneath the curtains. That meant it was probably nighttime, so there’d be a pretty low chance of seeing anyone in the hallway, thankfully. I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle that.

It meant the sun would be down too. Oh, Goddess, I wouldn’t be safe in sunlight, would I? That thought terrified me. No more morning jogs, unless I went extra early. I would have to have a nocturnal sleep schedule like Mistress Naomi now, probably, and it would come naturally to me. Anything else would just be plain unsafe. No, no, I didn’t want that!

But, in the immediate moment, I didn’t have to deal with that. Outside would be safe for the time being. I marched into the living room and out the front door.

And outside, in the fifth floor hallway, the light was absolutely blinding. Not just the sort of blinding that it had been for me previously when I turned the light on in my bedroom at 3 AM, but truly blinding, bright orange light searing my eyes and not letting up. It was just the sconce lights in the hallway, relatively dim, but I supposed I just wasn’t adapted for this now. I thought of all the times that Mistress Naomi had told me to dim the lights in my apartment or turn down the brightness of my phone screen, and felt I understood now why She had needed that so badly.

My eyes slowly adjusted, and I was able to see half-decently, though everything was still too orange and too bright for my preference. Mistress Naomi was used to this, I supposed. She spent a lot of Her time in lit rooms, usually tuned a bit dimmer than this, though. Certainly Her favorite reading corner in the lobby was in a dim corner behind a support column. I’d have to find similar places to exist in.

And the smell of human blood, a smell that made my mouth water and my pussy wet, hadn’t gone away. If anything, it had gotten stronger out here. It was really strong coming from the direction of the elevator and stairwell, and looking down that way, squinting my eyes to try and get a handle on what I was looking at, I saw a human figure.

Oh, shit. I couldn’t really see them thanks to the blinding light, but I thought they were facing toward me. They were probably looking at me. They were probably seeing how pale I was and how I had fangs in my mouth and how I probably had a subtly inhuman affect now that would let anyone who paid close attention realize that I was one of the living dead. And I, uh… even regardless of that, that person was right there… not far away, no walls between us, and their blood smelled wonderful, a spicy and somewhat bitter aroma amongst all of the fainter blood smells. And I realized instinctually that if I wanted them, this person could be mine, all mine. I’d have as much blood as I wanted from them and they’d love me and I’d love their blood and I needed it…. needed it!

Before I could stop myself, I rushed down the hall towards them, running like I had never run before, feeling so light on my feet. I knew that I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this, that it was very unlucky that someone had been here at all, but that would in no way stop me from taking what was mine.

They were a light-skinned girl in their mid-20s with chin-length purple-dyed hair tied back in a ponytail, pretty skinny and a little shorter than me. They were wearing a black t-shirt with the logo of a metal band I had never heard of, and a blue denim jacket on top of that adorned with a bunch of different pins, several with pride flag designs, one with they/them pronouns, a couple with leftist symbols on them. And under that they were wearing a really short black skirt and black tights. I felt like I had seen them somewhere before, but it didn’t matter because oh my Goddess they were so pretty and fragrant and I needed to have them now!

“You… you,” I said, close now, only a few feet away. Fuck, I could feel unfamiliar instincts overcoming me in real time. I didn’t want to do this, I shouldn’t be allowed to do this, it wasn’t right to do this… I wasn’t my Mistress, after all. I wasn’t either of my Mistresses.

“Oh my… oh my god,” they said, looking at me with fear in their eyes, stepping away. “You’re a vampire, aren’t you?” Their heart was racing, quickly pumping blood throughout their body… I needed it so badly.

“I—I—well…” I stammered. “Y-yes.” Admitting this to myself was so hard. I still hoped that I’d wake up any second and find myself safe in Mistress Naomi’s arms, human as ever. But that was seeming less likely with every moment that passed, and my need was only growing.

“You, uh, alright,” they said, gulping with nervousness. “Are we good?”

“You smell so good,” I said, uncontrollably salivating. “And I can’t fucking control myself.” I knew what came next. I had seen it so many times before, and it only came naturally. I knew instinctively how I’d catch my prey.

“Just, um, relax, OK?” I said, hardly relaxed myself. I couldn’t stay still, not with this person’s scent completely overwhelming me. But I had a feeling that my words would work to relax them anyway, even if they sounded stupid and low-effort to me. They commanded the same power that my Mistresses’ words did.

And, though still very afraid, it seemed that they had become ever so slightly more calm. Their heart rate had slowed just a little bit, and they didn’t seem to be stepping away as quickly. Oh Goddess, this was so much. Having this kind of control over someone was making me so wet in a way I wasn’t at all prepared for. I needed their blood to be mine, and I could make it mine, and they would love every moment of the process. I’d be sure of it.

Though breathing more steadily, they hesitated.

“I, uh, I really don’t think I should be…” they said. But I couldn’t afford to hesitate in that moment. They were going to be mine, one way or another.

“Just, uh, just look me in the eyes,” I commanded. I knew what I could do now, if I captured their attention. I had an intuitive sense for how to manipulate humans. The feeling was electric, a sense of power I had never held before. I needed this so badly, even though it was so, so wrong.

And the girl did look me in the eyes, and the glassy, blank stare that overcame them made me as wet as I’d ever been.

But there was commotion coming from behind them. The smell of someone else’s blood, sweeter and saltier smelling than that of the girl in front of me. It was a tan-skinned girl with brown hair cut in a sideshave, a few inches taller than me… it was Hannah. Hannah, of course, Mistress Naomi’s thrall, like me, or at least, we had been of equal status. It all felt like such a distant memory, only faintly remembered. She lived here at the Seagate Hotel, of course! She had just come out of her room. It… shouldn’t have been a surprise.

And she was calling to me. Calling to the girl in front of me.

“Valerie… Celia! Oh Goddess, shit, shit!” she cried, taking out her phone and furiously tapping at something. This… this was Celia, the girl in front of me. I realized where I had seen them before… they were Hannah’s other girlfriend, her human girlfriend other than our shared Mistress. They had only been dating for a little under two months, but Hannah had shown me photos of the two of them together. This was them. Celia.

And they were mine, now. Mistress Naomi hadn’t laid claim to them, not like Hannah herself. I could have them all to myself, at least if She gave me Her permission. It would always be contingent on my Mistresses’ permission. Hannah was trying to stop me, maybe, keep me in check, probably. She was worried about what might happen to her partner. But it didn’t matter it me, it couldn’t. They were going to be mine before anyone could stop me!

And for Celia’s part, they didn’t even hear Hannah. They were too busy staring blankly, trapped in my gaze. I loved that. I needed it, needed it more. It made me need to command them, own them. To take possession of not just their blood, but their whole body, mind, and soul.

“Such a good girl,” I said, thinking of what Mistress Naomi would do. Her example was one to be followed, if I was following a vampire’s example. She was strong, intelligent, beautiful, charming, and above all else, she knew how to draw in her prey and treat us right. “Don’t worry about what’s happening around you. You only need to listen to me now. It’s so easy to relax, isn’t it? I’m pretty and entrancing and, uh, there’s no way you can resist me. So just let your mind take a long nap.” I thought that was pretty good. It was the kind of stuff Mistress Naomi liked to say when she was hypnotizing people. It would probably work well, right?

“Yes…” Celia said quietly, totally focused on me, confirming everything I needed to know. Oh Goddess, I needed them, I needed them. I needed them like this, blank and empty and obedient. When I was done with them, they’d never leave my side.

“Call me ‘Goddess’,” I said. Maybe it was blasphemy, insubordination, a failure to know my place relative to the true Goddesses who owned me, but it felt appropriate to describe me. I liked how it sounded.

Hannah was still scrambling, typing on her phone, watching us warily, and pacing. She was right outside her room, not daring to get close. No, no… Hannah was my friend, Mistress Naomi’s thrall, I cared for her, I didn’t want to scare her! And I didn’t want to hurt her girlfriend, no, I couldn’t…

“Yes, Goddess,” they said, letting out a cute little sigh that made all my worries go away. Fuck, it felt amazing controlling them. Somehow I knew this would make them taste better in the end if I got them in just the right submissive mood. I was delaying my meal a little bit even though I was so hungry, so desperate for their blood, but I knew it would all be worth it in the end. It would be a part of molding them into a good thrall. That’s what they’d be, my thrall, serving me for as long as I desired… in the end, they’d give up their blood willingly, just like I had to Mistress Naomi. I loved that. I loved that!

“Good girl. Good girl!” I said, barely able to stay still, grabbing at Celia’s shoulders and holding them in place in front of me. They were blushing hard then as I pressed against them, leaning down to smell their neck, trying to find the right place to sink my fangs in. They’d be such a good meal, warm and tasty and all mine. Oh Goddess, they were so warm, too warm, almost, so much warmer than I was. And it was what I needed, so pleasant and warm just like their blood.

I felt Celia’s girlcock bulging a little under their skirt. I was making them so horny. They wanted this and I felt reassured knowing that. It made me even more horny knowing that I had made them want this, and that was wrong, it was so wrong, but it didn’t matter now because I was sinking my fangs right into their neck!

And yet a split second before the moment of truth, I was being pulled away, dragged against the wall by strong hands. Cold hands, no warmer than my own body… they were Mistress Naomi’s hands. She was dressed in Her favorite dress, a red and black floral sundress that She had worn on the morning She enthralled me. It was wonderful to see Her like that again, back in Her element, but She looked like She had been crying very recently, Her makeup stained across Her face, Her long wavy red hair disheveled. It made me worry for Her. Though She seemed distraught, She was in much better condition than She had been in Mistress Nicole’s garage.

Seeing Mistress Naomi in the flesh again was a religious experience unlike any I had ever had before. Though Mistress Nicole was still my Mistress, She paled in comparison to the woman who had turned me and given me new life. I was no mere thrall to Mistress Naomi, not any more. I owed my very existence to Her, and now I was Her fledgling, a mere extension of Her will. I could no longer be a source of blood for Her, but I would continue to serve Her for centuries to come if She willed it.

But I had been so close to a warm meal… so, so close. I didn’t understand why She would take this away from me! It was Her right, of course, but I needed Celia’s blood so badly. They had fallen forward when I was pulled away, still dazed but less so than when I had been feeling up their body. Though I was Hers to command, I pulled myself away from Mistress Naomi to make a grab at Celia, my bloodlust overriding my need to obey, and I realized that I was actually overpowering Her, my own strength greater than Hers. But it only took two words out of Her mouth to ensure that I would stand down.

“Stop, Valerie!” Mistress Naomi shouted, Her beautiful voice strained, more evidence that She had been sobbing, wherever She had been. Listening to Her voice was something else. I realized that for the first time, I was not being affected by Her hypnotic charisma. I was bound to obey Her more than ever, but I didn’t find myself pulled toward submission in the same way I previously had. I only heard Her voice as it truly was, and I knew with certainty that it was truly beautiful.

Though I so badly wanted to pursue Celia and tackle them down to the ground and have my way with them, I couldn’t possibly disobey the words of my Goddess. I did the only thing I could do: let Celia go, kneel down, face She who brought me back into this world, and accept Her commandments.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said.

“Oh, Lilith…” Mistress Naomi said, seeming on the edge of tears even now. “Good girl, Valerie.”

I realized that Her sad state may have been a result of my turning, of my failing to immediately obey Her when She had pulled me away, and I felt remorse beyond remorse.

“Thank You, Mistress, thank You, You’ve given me new life,” I murmured. “I’m so sorry for disobeying You. Their blood was… I couldn’t control myself.”

Celia had fallen to the ground behind me, looking at us both with fear and apprehension, their trance apparently broken. Their heart was racing, pumping so much blood through their body that I realized I likely wasn’t going to drink any time soon. I would miss it, but Mistress’ will was sovereign over me.

“Oh shit… you’re Naomi, aren’t you?” they asked, blinking as they looked up at my Mistress. “Oh my god, this explains a lot.” Hannah said nothing, watching all of us warily. She was under orders from our Mistress not to reveal that She was a vampire, even to her other partner, but it seemed that it was coming out anyway. I hoped that finding this out wouldn’t hurt their relationship. From the distant memories of the photos I had seen them in and the stories Hannah told, Celia and Hannah seemed cute together.

Mistress Naomi gave Celia a fanged smile in return, appearing to struggle to maintain Her composure.

“Lovely to meet you, Celia,” She said. “I’ve heard a lot about you and would love to get to know each other, but right now, if you’d like to be safe from Valerie here, I would strongly recommend you go straight to Hannah’s room, close the door, and let Hannah explain everything to you, alright?” She gave a small nod to Hannah, who nodded back vigorously, eager both to protect her girlfriend and obey our Mistress’ command, I presumed. I knew the feeling all too well.

Celia stood, trembling, and said, “alright. I hope I can trust you.” And they ran off to be with their girlfriend, the smell of their blood getting fainter with every step they took.

And then Mistress Naomi kneeled down toward me, cupping Her cold hand around my cheek. It felt warmer than it ever had before, and filled me with comfort.

“Valerie… Valerie, you need not apologize to Me,” She said, tearing up as she looked over my undead form. “I remember all too clearly what it’s like to smell blood for the first time. The reality is… the reality is that I should have been there to help you. No one should have to go through that alone.”

I closed my eyes, feeling as much love for Her as I ever had.

“Thank You, Mistress. You’re so kind to me.”

“Let’s return to My suite now, shall we?” She asked. “I worry that some poor guest is going to notice the commotion out here any second.”

I said “yes, Mistress,” the obedience within my soul overriding any desire I had remaining for Celia’s blood, at least for that moment.

Mistress Naomi was inconsolable as we returned to Her suite. It was clear to me now that She had only barely been holding it together while She was handling Celia and I in the hallway. I had never quite seen Her like this — angry, afraid, or apprehensive, sure, but never sad and despairing. I wanted to bring Her happiness however I could, but I no longer had any blood to give.

As we arrived in Her living room, She laid on Her couch with Her hands over Her face, sobbing. I kneeled down next to Her once again. She needed me, surely.

“What’s wrong, Mistress?” I asked. “How can I help You feel better?”

“Oh, Valerie,” She said. “Come here. I need you.” She reached Her arms out toward me, and I pulled myself up on to the couch, Mistress Naomi spooning me with barely any room to spare. It was wonderful feeling Her like this, Her body no longer comparatively cold against mine.

“I-I missed you, Valerie. I f-failed you,” She said, squeezing me tightly in Her strong arms. “Three days of nonstop worry for your impending undeath and at the exact moment I ought to have been there I was down in the lobby break room, complaining about My own problems to Gail. I should’ve been there for you, Valerie. You needed Me, and I wasn’t there!”

“You’ve been this distraught for three days, Mistress?” I asked. “I wish I could’ve been there to comfort You.”

“Oh, Lilith, oh, Valerie, you don’t understand,” She said, holding onto me firmly like She would never let go. “I spent the past three days in this suite by your side, watching you, pacing, hoping you would wake up and that it wouldn’t all be for nothing. I’ve never done this before, you know. You never could have helped with this, dear, other than by being embraced by undeath. And you have, dear, you have.” She felt me all over, reaching under my pajamas to feel up my waist and stomach and the underside of my tits.

“I’m… I’m happy, Mistress,” I said, glad that I had fulfilled Her wishes. I had pleased Her, I had done everything to fulfill my purpose to Her, but it all still felt so strange. It was so shocking to me to be reborn like this. “If I may ask, Mistress—and I know it’s not my place to question You—but why was I turned? Why did You give me this new form, that… that’s the same as Yours? You always said… You always said…”

Mistress Naomi turned me over to face Her, and she gave me a quick kiss. After pulling away, she placed Her forehead against mine. She still looked distraught as ever, but I could feel Her love.

“It was never My plan, darling!” She insisted, seeming quite defensive, though I could not conceive of being on the offensive against Her. “Please don’t misunderstand Me. But Nicole, she drank so much from you, and her residence was so remote… you were going to die, Valerie, were it not for Me. It was the only way I could save you.”

“Oh Goddess… Mistress Nicole really brought me that close to death?” I said. It was Her right, of course, but that still scared me to learn.

Mistress Naomi frowned. “Mistress Nicole?” She shook Her head. “No, no, darling. She may have taken far too much of your blood, dear, but you’re Mine. Never hers. She’s dead now, she was not your Mistress, and I would never hope that you would be torn between us.”

I felt like an immense burden was being lifted off of me. Thank my Goddess that I wouldn’t have to view Her… her that way, the woman who had kept my one and only Mistress prisoner in a cage and starved Her for five days straight. I didn’t ever want to be made to tolerate that. If Mistress Naomi told me that She was my only Mistress, I would have no trouble accepting that. I was Her fledgling, after all. An extension of Her will, even more Hers than I was before.

“Thank You, Mistress,” I said, sliding down to snuggle my head between Her perfect, soft, wonderful tits, tits that felt truly warm against my own cold skin. I had never minded Her coldness before, but the warmth did feel wonderful.

“Hmhm, of course, My fledgling,” She said, fighting back tears and stroking my cheek. “Such a good girl. Right where you belong.”

I cooed in response, and Mistress ran Her fingers through my hair. For a moment, everything felt fine, and I was able to push back the hunger burning in my soul. But there was a part of me that couldn’t stop thinking about Celia, needing them, needing their blood, needing their obedience… and before long, I couldn’t stop shaking.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Mistress asked, pulling me out of Her tits to look Her in the eyes. I had never been able to fully appreciate how beautiful Her deep crimson eyes were before without becoming completely entranced by them. They had an otherworldly, inhuman quality to them with no blood vessels visible, surely similar to my own, although I couldn’t check any more. I loved the way She looked at me, the shape of Her beautiful smile.

“Celia… I need them, Mistress,” I said. “I need them so badly, You don’t understand, Mistress. I need them like I’ve never needed anything before. Physically… sexually. Their blood, Mistress… their blood.” I started thrusting into Mistress’ body instinctively, pushing against Her stomach and Her girlcock, my pussy dripping wet, but then I felt Her hand grasping my shoulder and forced myself to stop.

“Get ahold of yourself, sweetie,” She said. “I need you to not focus on them in particular, though I understand that they probably seem very appetizing right now.”

“So fucking appetizing, Mistress!” I moaned, unable to stop myself from thrusting against Her again. “Their smell… their smell…”

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I very much agree. They did smell delicious. But it was their first time coming here to visit Hannah… I don’t want to move things along too quickly. And I feel that you should have your first meal in more controlled circumstances.”

My mouth was watering at hearing that. I needed it so badly! “My first meal, Mistress…. pleassseee…” was all I could manage.

But then I realized what that meant, really thought about it, the idea of drinking the blood out of someone’s veins. And even though it seemed incredibly hot, something I needed so badly, I worried about who I’d hurt. Realized that I would have hurt Celia, if Mistress hadn’t been there to stop me from having my way with them. Realized how inhuman all of this would make me seem. Realized that there was no going back now, and no way to stop this.

“Yes, dear, your first meal,” Mistress said, kissing me on the forehead. “But it won’t come from Celia. I had them go to Hannah’s room because you’d need an invitation to get in, sweetie. I think you’d get carried away. You’ll need to drink from someone else first.”

“Who, Mistress? Where… where am I gonna get that meal from? Is it Laurie?” I asked. I was so horny and hungry and I couldn’t tell the difference between the two. I needed to calm myself down somehow but I couldn’t imagine anything that would be able to other than blood itself, Lauren’s blood, her delicious blood, her empty gaze reflecting mine as I drank from her neck and took her for myself…

Mistress sighed heavily. “I can’t let you see Laurie for a while, darling. Not until you get some control of yourself. She’s been apprised of the situation.”

“Why… why, Mistress? Her… I love her so much and I need her so badly!” I begged.

“I know you do, sweetie. That’s the trouble. You’re stronger than Me, dear, and if you had your way with her, I’m not so sure I’d be able to stop you from draining her dry. It’s My responsibility as your begetter to prevent anything like that from happening.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said sadly. I had never felt such disappointment in obeying a command from my Mistress, not that that could ever get in the way of obedience.

“You’ll be able to see her in time, sweetie,” Mistress said, putting a finger up to my lips and smiling at me. “I understand your disappointment. When I was a fledgling and I crawled out of my grave, the first thing I thought to do was to go visit my first crush Violet. If my begetter hadn’t come in time to stop me, I don’t think she ever would have been my thrall. It was the one good thing he ever did, as far as I’m concerned.” She sighed again, looking rather uncomfortable and embarrassed, tensing up.

“I understand, Mistress,” I said, feeling a bit more secure. I didn’t want Lauren to die, of all things. I needed her alive, wanted her in my arms forever…

“You’ll drink from Gail, sweetie,” She said. “We’ll bring her up here and you can have a taste of her. Your first meal.” Oh Goddess, Gail! I didn’t know her all too well but she was often there in the lobby on the night shift, one of Mistress’ favorite meals. I had been in bed with her and Mistress a few times like I had with all of Mistress’ thralls, but I had never taken much personal interest in her. But now, the thought of her blood on my lips was as irresistible as Celia’s had been while I had had them under my spell, my disappointment over being kept from my girlfriend completely gone for the moment.

“Yes, Mistress!” I said, covering Her body in kisses.

A moment passed as neither of us felt willing to stand just yet. Cuddling in this way was too valuable a moment to give up.

“Oh, Mistress, You should know… I broke Your mirror,” I said with a bit of shame. I never wanted to risk damaging any of Mistress’ precious possessions.

She laughed, sounding almost relieved. “Oh, I recall my first time failing to see Myself, sweetie. Rather jarring, isn’t it? I threw Myself into a pond trying to find My own reflection. I just wish I could’ve been there to reassure you.”

She was always so generous with me, with all of Her thralls. I loved Her so much, so much, She was my world, my begetter, my Goddess…

“You’re not upset, Mistress?” I asked.

“Of course not, sweetie. It’s not irreplaceable. Let’s just make sure Lucia comes up to clean My floors before anyone else walks into the bedroom unknowingly, alright?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said. “Though You should know that the nightstand phone is broken too.”

“Then I suppose we’ll have to get downstairs and let Gail know that ourselves, shall we?”

A few minutes later, Mistress had cleaned Herself up, and She took me down to the lobby. Everything outside the darkness of Her suite was so bright and strange. I felt like I was dissociating constantly, barely in touch with my own body.

“It’ll fade in time, sweetie. Your new body is as much you as your old one was,” Mistress said after I relayed my feelings to Her while walking down the stairwell together. She preferred the stairwell to the elevator since it kept Her out of the public eye, and She recommended it for me as well. I didn’t like that much, the idea of going out in public being a major risk, but Mistress said it was how She had survived for over 200 years, so maybe it was what I’d have to do too. The fact that I was immortal now was a mindfuck in its own right.

“You don’t think that Mis… Nicole was right, Mistress? We’re not just parasites pretending to be ourselves?” I asked. I hadn’t been able to shake the feeling.

“What’s the difference if we are?” She asked, reaching for my hand. I took Her hand in my own, feeling a little more secure. “Things may feel strange now, but if you do still have your memories, then I’d think you’re still you in every way that matters.”

“I guess… I do, Mistress,” I said, laughing nervously.

“The thought that I wouldn’t be Me never even crossed My mind until some hunter said it to Me back in the fifties,” She explained. “I find it to be a profoundly modern idea, not to mention a silly one.”

“But, uh,” I said under my breath, scared to admit it. “I mean, I don’t have a soul any more, right? I’m just a reanimated husk, or something?” My Mistress was everything to me, so complete a person and a Goddess, it was true, but it was what I had always been told. A vampire was just a walking corpse, not really alive any more. I did feel alive, in a way, but maybe that was just what whatever evil essence animating me wanted me to think. Satan? Lilith, even — oh, Goddess, was I in service to Lilith, now? I had never been very religious. There were so many things to learn, and all of them felt so wrong.

“The soul, dear…” Mistress stopped on the step above the second floor landing, closing Her eyes. “If someone forced Me to answer whether I had a soul, I would instinctively say I didn’t. Being raised where I was, in New Hampshire in the late 18th century, I was ingrained with the idea that our kind are soulless and full of sin. And when I was turned, I knew I needed to get as far away from that as possible, and I turned to Lilith for guidance. I would like to think that she is looking out for both of us, soul or not…”

She sighed. “Not a very useful answer, I know, sweetie. But for now, I would try and focus on the fact that you’re still you. The same Valerie who I met face-to-face in the ice room six months ago. The same Valerie who’s loved Lauren as long as you’ve known her, and who’s more passionate about defending her loved ones than almost anyone I’ve ever known. You might be a bit paler now, you might have fangs and crimson eyes and cast no reflection, but I can still see it’s you, sweetie.” She cupped my cheek with Her hand, Her red-polished nails digging into my skin a little. “You always will be, even if this existence changes you. I wouldn’t have turned you if I hadn’t been confident in that.”

I smiled a little. “I’ll try and keep that in mind, Mistress.”

We resumed walking together and came out of the stairwell into the first-floor hallway that branched off of the lobby. And as we walked out into the lobby, my hand still firmly in Mistress’, Gail was there behind the desk. She was a shorter girl, maybe 5’2’’ or so, a little slimmer than me and a couple of years younger. She had light, freckled skin and long, curly, strawberry blonde hair and wore glasses, as well as a gray skirt suit and pantyhose like all of the employees of Mistress’ hotel. Her hair and clothing was a little disheveled, no doubt from Mistress crying with her in Her arms less than an hour ago.

And when I smelled her… oh, oh Goddess, her scent was so unlike Celia’s but so appetizing in its own way, sweet and buttery, and I somehow felt that I could smell her devotion, her love for our Goddess deep within her blood, the way that Mistress liked to tell me I smelled brave. Or at least, that I had smelled brave, when I smelled like anything.

“Mistress… Mistress,” I murmured, clutching Her tight. This was too much. If She didn’t hold me back, I knew I was going to get carried away again, and I’d hurt Gail badly in all the ways that Mistress knew how not to. “She’s… she smells so good.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Mistress asked, scratching my head before lightly pushing me away. “Go on, sweetie. It’s OK. I’ll intervene if I need to. Just go on and tell her what you want.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, strained, worrying I’d go too far. Was this really OK to do? I had Mistress’ blessing to drink from Gail and I was sure Gail herself would agree as a result, but, um, uh…

Goddess there was no time to think it over I needed it so badly, I felt so hungry and her scent was so irresistible like nothing I’d ever smelled before, especially knowing that I’d have her and it’d be acceptable and Mistress would prevent this from going off the rails!

“Hi, Gail,” I said, feeling like I’d be blushing if I were still capable. I’d always been such a useless flirt. “It’s, uh, it’s good to see you.”

“Hi, Valerie,” Gail said, blushing for real. “I’m glad you, um, made it through OK. Mistress was really worried about you. And I was, uh, worried a lot too, with how much She worried.” She laughed nervously.

I peeked back out of embarrassment, and Mistress was looking on behind us with an expression of utter glee.

“So, um…” I said, my heart completely still even though it should have been racing, “Mistress says I should, uh, drink from you. Your blood, I mean.”

Her face went completely red, the blood rushing to her face just beneath her skin making my pussy and my mouth both wet. “If… if Mistress commands it, then… I think I’d enjoy that.”

Mistress walked up behind me and put Her hand on my shoulder, whispering into my ear. “Good girl, Valerie. Now look her in the eyes and have her follow us back to my suite.”

“OK,” I said nervously. “Yes, Mistress. Do You have any advice for how to, like, make that work?”

Mistress giggled. “You figured it out with Celia, didn’t you? It’ll come to you. We can discuss specifics later. Right now I want to see what you’ll do on your own.”

I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and said in the most commanding voice I could manage: “Gail, come over here and gaze into my eyes.”

The effect my words had on her was profound. Her breath and her heartbeat became steadier, and I watched as her eyes glazed over slightly. Having been enthralled for a couple of years longer than me, Gail was even more used to instinctively obeying our Mistress than I was, and at the moment, I effectively spoke for Her. My own voice had power behind it too — I could sense it. She could be made to obey me, and she would be willing because it was what our Mistress commanded from her, and what I commanded from her as well. This was a power trip unlike anything I had experienced before. I needed to have my way with her, immediately.

A dreamy smile spread across Gail’s face as she approached me, and she murmured “I obey”. Mistress had taken time to condition that sort of response into her, putting her into a light trance state when it was feeding time, and it was so hot to hear it directed at me. I both envied her level of devotion to our Mistress and craved to control her myself, make her obey me like she obeyed Her.

I giggled, never having felt this dominant before. I thought of myself as a huge sub, before and after falling for my Mistress. Admittedly, I was sometimes a bit of a soft dom toward my Laurie, but the way I dommed her paled in comparison to what I was feeling now, the knowledge that I could command Gail to give up all the blood in her veins to me and she’d eagerly comply. I would… I would never do that, of course (at least I hoped not), but just knowing I could was like nothing else. Was I even capable of these feelings before, or was it something made possible by this new existence? I doubted that it was the latter. I had just never had this kind of power over another person before, and it was awakening something frightening and wonderful within me.

And Gail was standing in front of me then, turning her head up toward my eyes. But that wasn’t enough for me. I needed, I needed control. I wanted to exert all the power I had over her right now to its fullest extent. Reaching my hand out ever so gently, I put my fingers under her chin, gripped it with my thumb, and pulled her closer to me. There was so much strength in my touch now. I had to be extra careful to make sure she wouldn’t be injured by even this.

Gail’s eyes were fixated on my own, reflecting nothing other than the support column behind me. She let out a little moan, her gaze glassy and empty, and I knew that she was completely under my spell. I understood why Mistress loved to do this sort of thing with Her thralls now. Just like with Celia, I knew that this would make Gail’s blood so much sweeter in the end.

“Good girl,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice steady. “Obey me.” This wasn’t going to be an equal relationship. And though that scared me, I didn’t want it to be equal. We were predator and prey, now. I’d be Gail’s Goddess, and she’d be my thrall and serve me unconditionally and she would love it — at least for as long as Mistress allowed me to keep her. I was only Mistress’ fledgling, so far below Her even if I’d be a Goddess to Gail myself, and I knew that Her authority would always override mine. Gail was Mistress’ thrall first, and if Mistress decided that Gail was only Hers, I’d be her Goddess no longer.

“I obey!” she repeated, a little louder this time. I ran the fingers of my left hand through her hair, savoring every moment I had with her. In the moment, the sense of control I had was so much more intense than I ever could have imagined. I never wanted this moment to end, but I craved her blood so desperately, and I craved obeying Mistress even more so.

“So relaxed and focused, Gail,” I said, knowing what Mistress would say from experience. “Only hearing my voice now. The voice of your Goddess.” I heard an adorable squeak of happiness from Mistress, validating what would’ve otherwise been a blasphemous statement by me. I was so blessed to have Her approval.

“Yes, Goddess,” Gail said in an even tone, her face flushing despite her blank expression. Hearing that gave me such a rush, and I couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her right on the lips. I was her Goddess, and she was mine, mine, at least for the time being.

“Now, staying deep in trance, join Mistress and I in the elevator,” I said, turning away from Gail toward the elevator with the utmost confidence that my command would be followed unquestioningly, unconsciously, even. And it was followed — as I walked back into the hallway and pushed the elevator button, Gail trailed close behind me, spellbound. I had made her do this—and she wanted it, of course—but I had forced her anyways, and it made me so wet knowing that.

“Wow, sweetie…” Mistress said, whispering in my ear again as the elevator door closed with all three of us inside. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Mistress,” I said, embarrassed at my feelings being laid so bare, even to Mistress. “She’s so submissive and… I love commanding her.” I couldn’t help but lick my lips thinking about my fangs in Gail’s neck and— ow!

I realized that I had pricked my tongue on my fangs, so unfamiliar within my mouth. I needed to get used to that. But at the same time, it barely hurt much at all, and my tongue didn’t seem to be injured, it just healed itself up right away. My body shouldn’t have been able to do that, but it felt rather relieving.

“Getting used to your fangs, darling?” Mistress asked, giggling to herself. “Just wait until you have them inside her. They’ll feel so natural then.” She brushed her fingers across the top of the entranced Gail’s head, making her moan.

I clung to Gail myself, wrapping my arms around her and murmuring “yes… yes, need her…”

Then the elevator stopped on the top floor and we returned to Mistress’ suite together. Mistress walked ahead of us, unlocking the door, with Gail following behind me as commanded, but as I approached the threshold… ah, OK. Waking up there had made it feel acceptable at the time—it was some kind of edge case—but I recalled that She had told me to bring Gail back to Her suite, so that qualified as an invitation, I thought. She wanted me there. But I realized that if I hadn’t had that, there was no way that I’d be willing to enter the room. I’d have to discover the limits of that at a later time, but the thought of entering a place like this, a home, without an explicit invitation was suddenly unthinkable.

“Gail, come into Mistress’ bedroom with me, looking out for the shattered glass on the floor,” I said, grabbing her hand tight — but no, no, not as tight as I could. I had to be careful not to crush her bones.

“Yes, Goddess,” she said, still completely under my spell as I walked her into the back of the suite. Mistress was moving an armchair into the bedroom from the living room, to take a seat while I fucked Gail, I could only imagine. She sat down, looking at both of us with a big smile on Her face.

“I can do anything to you when you’re like this, and you’ll just let me, won’t you?” I said. I grabbed Gail’s tits and pushed her backward on the bed, then climbed on top of her, pinning her down.

“Yes, Goddess… anything,” she said with an adorable smile on her face.

“But you’re going to need to get your clothes off,” I said, realizing that drinking from her like this would be just plain impractical. “Take them off, Gail.”

I wasn’t used to ordering people around like this, but the empty intonation she used as she said “yes, Goddess”, obeying without even fully understanding what she was doing, made it feel so much easier for me. I could get used to this. I, uh, really could get used to this, and it was kind of terrifying. Obedience was already second nature to Gail, of course, but it had gone pretty similarly with Celia… if I had gotten the chance, I could’ve made them as submissive as Gail was without much trouble at all. And they’d like it, even, they’d cherish the time spent with me and they’d worship me in their spare time and they’d probably fuck Hannah over how both of them were brainwashed thralls to two different vampires. I knew it all too well, but was this really OK?

I couldn’t bring myself to answer that question at that moment. Gail was obeying me, unbuttoning her suit jacket right before my eyes, and I was literally drooling all over her. This was too hot an opportunity to pass up, and I needed her so, so badly, her warmth and her submission driving me completely wild… and Goddess, I was hungry.

I rolled over to let her remove the rest of her clothing, personally helping unhook her bra and pull down her panties. Her tits were small and really perky, and she had such a soft tummy for her slim figure, and my Goddess, I hadn’t quite realized it with her pencil skirt holding it back before and her heart beating slowly while calmed by trance, but her girlcock was rock hard. It was unbelievable being able to so easily inspire these feelings in someone, Gail’s emotions and thoughts and desires like putty in my hands.

I took my own pajamas off too and climbed back on top of her, pressing my body against hers. Though she was deeply hypnotized, her face was flushed and she was sweating, and I could tell that deep in the recesses of her mind, she was loving what I was doing to her. It was what our Mistress had commanded me to do to her, after all, and Gail was nothing if not obedient.

I had been thinking of going for the neck, but that had just been out of convenience and raw instinct… I knew all too well that there were other places to draw blood from too, and I had something particularly special in mind for Gail.

“Spread your legs,” I told her. “Obey me. Obey your Goddess.” I couldn’t get over it — her obedience was the hottest thing in the world to me right then. I envisioned doing the same thing to Lauren, conditioning her to obey me so automatically, and I somehow made myself even wetter, the comforter below me completely drenched in my juices already, and a little bit of Gail’s precum as well.

“Yes, Goddess. I obey,” Gail said again, spreading her legs wide, exposing them for me… and Goddess, I was so horny, I couldn’t handle this, and I was pressing my face into her thighs, trying to get ahold of myself, but they were so soft and she was so warm and her blood smelled so fucking yummy and I needed her now and there was no reason to put it off any longer!

With a quick smile to Mistress which She returned, I wrapped my arms around Gail’s body and sank my fangs into her right inner thigh, letting my instincts take over. Blood flowed from the wound onto my tongue and it was so sweet, with an almost floral aroma, so much more complex in flavor beyond the savory, metallic taste on the surface. I knew it was totally unique to her, that no one else’s blood would be quite the same.

It was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted, and it was then that I realized how little I craved any of my favorite foods. They were nothing compared to this, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert all in one, and it was so satisfying, licking up the blood felt as good as Lauren licking my pussy or Mistress drinking my blood. I felt so close to Gail, so intimate, knowing her better than I had ever known her before as she moaned and writhed in pleasure and pain, cumming herself all over the bed and sheets. I could taste her submission in her blood, her love for our Mistress, even her passion for urban architecture that I knew her to be studying in grad school. Right there, drinking from her like that was everything I would ever need, and I never, ever wanted it to end.

“That’s enough, Valerie,” I heard Mistress say with a light touch on my shoulder. No… no! I wasn’t done, I needed more, so much more, I craved to hear Gail’s moans as I drank her blood and drained her will away. But Mistress commanded me, so I had to obey, and I knew it was for Gail’s own good anyway. This way, she would live to be mine.

It was hard pulling myself away, consumed by bloodlust, but I drew back my fangs slowly. Blood was still flowing from the wound, but I knew instinctively that my saliva would do well to prevent her from losing any more, so I licked it carefully, lapping up the last drops of blood and leaving what looked a bit like a hickey on her thigh, a rough circle of bright red and bruised skin, but with two prick marks in the center first and foremost, the mark of my fangs, something Gail would remember me by for the next week or so.

“Mistress… Mistress, she’s so delicious,” I said, beaming. “She’s such a good girl!” I gripped Gail’s body tighter, appreciating her soft, lightly-freckled skin and her amazing shape.

“She is, isn’t she?” Mistress said, rubbing my back. “I love her very much.”

“How the hell do You hold Yourself back from draining her dry, Mistress? Without anyone to stop You?”

“Practice, darling,” She said. “And love and care taken to make sure she’ll continue to serve Me well.” She giggled.

“I need Lauren like this, Mistress,” I said, overcoming the terror that lurked in that concept, the guilt that came with desiring an unequal relationship with the love of my life, and with wielding the power to enforce such a relationship. “I need her kneeling at my feet. Worshiping me.”

“In time, darling, you will be able to make that choice,” She said. “I promise.”

Gail spent less than ten minutes in the throes of enthrallment, seeming almost unconscious. It was a lot faster than I expected, which Mistress explained was probably because this wasn’t her first time being enthralled. She was already accustomed to having her blood drained. I took a cold shower in the meantime to wash Gail’s fluids off of my body, finding myself in a psychological struggle with the running water on the shower’s floor, which I couldn’t bring myself to cross. It was a very odd and unnerving feeling.

When I returned, Gail was coming to. A wide smile spread across her face as she saw me, making me feel so honored, so powerful. I laid down on the bed next to her, Mistress back in her chair, and I felt the grip of her hands around my arm (her weak human grip that would be so easy to overpower if I had wanted to).

“My Goddess,” she said, sighing as she clutched me as tight as she could. As usual, she had been shocked out of trance when my fangs pierced into her skin, but controlling her now wouldn’t be any trouble if it ever would’ve been at all, hopelessly in love with me, just as I loved my Mistress. “My Goddess!” she repeated, giggling to herself in submissive glee.

“Gail,” I said, rolling over to give her a nice long deep kiss on the lips. “You’re such a good girl and it’s so hot how easy you are to control. And your blood is so good, Gail! It’s the best thing I ever tasted, oh Goddess!” I kissed her several more times, making her giggle more and totally overwhelming her. She deserved this kind of love after being such a good girl for me!

She was blushing again, looking as submissive as she often did toward our Mistress, but now directed at me.

“Of course, my Goddess! I love being treated that way!” she said, wrapping both of her arms around my torso and hugging me tight (though not nearly as tight as I was capable of hugging her in return). “And oh my Goddess… no, my Goddesses, I’m Yours! It’s so amazing to relive this feeling, the feeling of waking up and knowing I’m owned for the first time. I think about the first time that Mistress took me a lot.”

“I think about my first time, too,” I said, thinking back to it, the terror of being forced against the wall by She who I thought was my mortal enemy, followed by the joy of being drained of blood, taken by Her, knowing that I had a true purpose in life, a purpose that now felt clearer than ever.

“You were both very adorable when you submitted yourselves to Me,” Mistress said. “Doesn’t it feel good knowing that what you’re doing now is another form of submission to Me? Even you, Valerie. Don’t forget that you’re only taking Gail on My behalf, with My permission.” She gave both of us a fanged smile.

“I would never forget my place, Mistress,” I said. “I feel so honored to be allowed to drink from Your thrall.” She had such a way of making me feel small and insignificant before Her that I loved so deeply, particularly knowing that She would always look out for me.

“It makes me feel so weak, Mistress!” Gail said, reverent and devoted. “I’m—I’m such a weak-willed slut that my Mistress’ fledgling is a Goddess to me in Her own right!”

“I am your Goddess, sweetie,” I said. “Know that.”

“Yes, Goddess! I know it as well as I’ve known anything!” she said, kissing my shoulders and tits all over. “I’m so blessed to have two Goddesses!”

Mistress strode over to the bed, taking Gail in Her arms opposite me, holding her from behind. She was looking at me with a sense of pride, observing every inch of my body. It reminded me that I must’ve looked pretty strange and inhuman. That made me worry about how Lauren would see me, if I’d be unlovable to her in this state. Would my newfound hypnotic charisma make up for it? I didn’t really feel comfortable thinking about that — I wanted her to love me for who I was, like she always had.

“It’s actually quite wonderful watching you have your way with her, Valerie,” Mistress said, snapping me back to reality. I couldn’t bear to miss a single divine word out of Her mouth. “I think, mm…” She sighed, almost hiding Herself behind Gail’s back. “I think that turning you was the right decision.”

“Thank You, Mistress!” I said, feeling even more honored and loved by Her. Turning humans was something She had come out so firmly against since I first met Her — I knew already that She had done it anyway because She cared for me, desiring to save my life, or at least to replace it with undeath, but now, knowing that I was making a good vampire, a good fledgling in Her eyes was a blessing in itself.

Several hours passed, and Mistress and I continued to cuddle Gail and each other long into the night. Mistress got in touch with Hannah via Her phone, and was assured that things would be somewhat stable, at least for now.

Perhaps I could settle into this new existence… hell, Gail herself was already basically nocturnal, since she typically worked the hotel’s night shift, and she was just a human. It helped her line up with Mistress’ own sleep schedule better than any of the rest of us. Maybe I could do the same — I guessed I would have to, one way or another. I could feel myself getting sleepier as the night went on, after all.

On the other hand, even though I didn’t exactly feel full and would gladly drink more blood if it was presented to me, I felt so much more in control of myself after drinking from Gail. I was more aware and alert, I felt stronger and lighter on my feet and in an overall better mood than I had felt ever since I woke up on the bed. There was so much uncertainty ahead given what I was now, but I was starting to feel more like myself again, I thought? Or maybe I was just starting to forget what I had felt like before. It all still felt so distant, and that was a little worrying. It had only been one night of this. That life wasn’t going to get any more recent.

And just as I was starting to feel almost normal and comfortable, the faintest of light began shining from underneath the blackout curtains where I was idly staring with both Gail’s and Mistress’ arms wrapped around me, and even from my position on the bed, I could feel a horrible heat radiating out toward me. As a human, I had always noticed that Mistress preferred the left side of the bed, further from the window, and now I understood why.

But this was awful! I knew that sunlight was deadly to Mistress’ kind—my kind, I had to actively remind myself—but I never quite realized just how bad a small dosage could be. I couldn’t help but feel a call to the void, to pull the curtain back and see the sunrise for myself. Laurie and I had stayed up so late together a few times that we had been able to go out on the balcony of our apartment to watch the sunrise together, and that had been so sweet and romantic. I didn’t want to lose it… I couldn’t help but stand and approach the curtain, despite the painful heat becoming even warmer.

“What are You doing, Goddess?” Gail cried. “Mistress, She’s—” It seemed our Mistress had drifted off to sleep in the calm of cuddling us, Her fledgling and thrall. And though Her eyes were fluttering open, I pulled the curtain back slightly, looking out into the light—

AAAARGH! It was so much worse than even the lights out in the hallway, completely awful and blinding and literally searing my skin and my eyeballs alike. I hadn’t felt real pain ever since I had woken up, I seemed practically immune to it now but this was probably the worst I had hurt myself since breaking my leg in a skateboarding accident when I was in high school, and I had only been exposed for a split second. I knew that if I stayed here, I’d be burned to ash, but I was in so much pain that I couldn’t move, I could only hiss and scream and cry out for help. I could never look at the sunrise again, not with Lauren, not alone, not with anyone else. And it drove home that nothing could ever be the same, not ever again.

Mistress’ strong arms, shaking thanks to the burning light themselves, pulled me away from the window, and Gail stood up to close the curtains. I still felt burning, such unbearable heat and light that could extinguish my life, no, my undeath, in a matter of seconds, but I was saved, I was safe, I was recovering, at the very least, though panting and out of breath and so badly seared.

“W-why, Mistress? Why is it so bad? How can it be that bad?” I blubbered, falling into Her embrace. Gail came up from behind as well, hugging me and shielding my body from the light, eager to protect me, her second Goddess. I felt so cared for, so loved, the way that only loved ones can make you feel when you’re in horrible pain.

Mistress sighed. “You just wanted to know what it felt like, didn’t you? Come here, sweetie, I’ve been there Myself too.” She kissed me on the forehead, and though I knew it wasn’t literally true it felt like She was helping my burns heal faster.

“Y-yeah…” I said. “I miss the sun, Mistress. I miss Laurie. I miss feeling human, Mistress. I’m so sorry. I can’t help it.”

“You’re so much more than human now, Mistress,” Gail said. “You’re perfect now, worthy of worship.” I knew she was trying to help, but hearing it didn’t do me much good.

“I wish I’d at least been able to ask if you would accept undeath in advance, sweetie,” Mistress said. “Then again, I wouldn’t have done it to begin with if it hadn’t been an emergency.”

“No, no, Mistress, please — I’ll accept the gift You’ve blessed me with! I know I’m blessed to be like You but it’s hard to accept it, Mistress…” I cried.

The look on my Goddess’ face was an awkward one, like She didn’t know how to respond. She hesitated, then— “Maybe… maybe this will help. I was told this legend a very long time ago, by a very miserable man. And it’s a bit of a silly legend.

“But… well, some say that Lilith, the first ancestor of our kind, was once a cult priestess who worshiped the devil himself when humanity was new to this world. She made sacrifices of innocent human blood to appease her evil master, performing occult rituals in forests only when night fell, to avoid the watchful eyes of the so-called righteous humans of the world. And when she was eventually killed by one of those humans, the devil resurrected her as the first of our kind, stronger, more agile, more seductive than ever before, so that she could better serve him and mock divine creation. But as an eternal reminder of her secrecy and her sins in life, she was cursed to abhor sunlight, to burn to ash if she was ever to be immersed in it. If you believe the legends, that’s why we are this way. And I’ve heard similar tales from others of our kind, as well. Details change, but we are what we are, sweetie, and one way or another, we owe it to Lilith.”

“Thank You, Mistress,” I said. I didn’t really know what to think of all that. Was Lilith really admirable, someone to be emulated? Everything I’d heard about her made it sound like she was a pretty terrible person. Of course, there was a sense of liberation scattered throughout all of those legends, the idea that undeath had freed her from humanity’s grasp, from God’s grasp, even. I knew that that was why my Mistress admired Lilith so I couldn’t disregard her entirely. And I guessed that it provided some solace, maybe, to know that I wouldn’t be killed by the same light which gave life to every other creature on Earth for no reason at all — that is, that there was a reason for all this, buried in the annals of prehistory.

“That is to say, dear, that there’s a long road ahead of you when it comes to these things,” Mistress said. “Caroline asked Me once, while she had Me captive, if I ever missed the sunlight, and I truthfully told her no. The story of Lilith is one of perseverance, sweetie. If she could overcome that same vulnerability with no one else like her in the world, then so can you, and so can I, even if no one else but our thralls will have our backs.” Gail giggled, squeezing me tight, and I whispered “good girl” to her.

Oh! “Caroline!” I shouted. “That’s a very sweet story, Mistress, but what ever happened to Caroline? I haven’t thought of her since I was facing her and Nicole down. Did You make her Yours in the end?”

“Oh, no, sweetie,” Mistress said darkly. “She’s alive, mind you, but I had to choose between drinking from her and saving you from eternal slumber. The choice was obvious.”

“Is she a threat to You, Mistress?” I said, remembering that I was meant more for Her protection than ever. “To us?” I shuddered at the realization that vampire hunters would want my head now, just like they wanted my Mistress’. Things had changed for me so fundamentally since I had been one of them…

“I doubt that, honestly,” Mistress said. “It’s something to be wary of, perhaps, but I don’t think she would have let Me out if she were dead-set on killing Me. I think, ultimately, she was loyal to her mentor, rather traumatized by her past experiences, and not nearly as dogmatic as most hunters I’ve crossed paths with.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, very relieved. I just hoped that held true.

“She was concerned about you, My fledgling. She accepted your turning, so I think that having us killed would be rather counterintuitive for that purpose. Just like Me, she wanted you to go on. Hannah told me that you knew her chat room pseudonym, didn’t you? Perhaps you could send her a message to let her know that you made it through in the end. No sooner than next evening, of course. You and I need our beauty sleep.”

“Oh, uh, sure, Mistress, if You think it’s a good idea,” I said. Contacting her in a relatively… friendly way sounded so strange. Just like Nicole, she had been Mistress’ mortal enemy so recently. But Mistress sounded far more sympathetic toward her than I ever would have imagined. Clearly, She understood a lot more about her than I realized.

“It’s been a long night, sweetie,” Mistress said. “Particularly for you. I just hope it’s been productive. I desire nothing more than for you to accept undeath of your own will, and for you to feel comfortable. To have it better than I did when I was turned. Better than Nicole did. Our kind can be so violent… I only wish for you to be happy, My fledgling.”

Tears were welling up in my eyes as I spoke, “Thank You so much, my Goddess. It’s a blessing to have You as my Mistress. I don’t think anyone could have made this easier for me.”

“Mistress is so perfect,” Gail said.

“Mistress is so perfect!” I affirmed.

“I love you, My good girls,” She said, embracing us both. “But let’s not keep ourselves up any longer, Valerie. There’ll be much more to do when the sun goes down once more.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, climbing back onto the bed. Her will had never been more my own.

“You’ve done very well, Gail,” Mistress said. “But right now, I need your other Goddess all to myself.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, gathering up her clothes and beginning to get dressed again. I knew that I would see her again soon, and also that the experience of drinking from her would stay with me always. She had opened up a whole new world to me, not to mention that she was mine and that the image of her staring back up at me blankly while I pinned her down hadn’t left my mind once since it had happened.

Mistress settled into bed with me, making me Her little spoon once again, as felt so appropriate. Thoughts of uncertainty flashed through my mind, flashes of dominance and submission and love and predation. None of them felt all too separable to me at that moment, and I worried for what lay ahead, between Lauren and I, between Mistress and I, between all of Her other thralls and I. But I slept soundly knowing that I would be safe in Her arms, always.