It felts so real, it’s shame it wasn’t.

Hands reaching up to wipe the slumber off your face. You kicking your feet out of the warm sheets and sit up, yawning and stretching to pull the rest out of your bones and forget the dream you wished you stayed in a little longer.

The last thing you recall is Mina in chains, attaching her to the floor and the conversation had with her about how it would keep her and everyone around her safe from Sharon, and then…nothing.

The difference between Mina and Sharon was night and day.

Mina was caring, kind, and full of love. A warm wave of safety that never ceased to amaze you in how pure she was. Saying she lit up a room was an understatement. As far as you were concerned, she was the sun that kept the world turning.

Sharon, on the other hand, was malevolent, disturbing, and evil. An iced entity of stoicism that was bloodthirsty and power hungry. Willing to do anything and everything to get what she wants.

Chaining her down was the only way to keep her from feeding…and Mina hated the thought of an entity taking control of her body to cause such harm.

Sharon was powerful already, being able to use hypnosis on those around her with her eyes and touch, manipulating to gain whatever she could.

Dangerous, seductive, and violent.

A hint of copper in your mouth makes your face contort, confused on how the metallic flavor was present against your taste buds. Rolling your tongue around mindlessly, searching for a sting or hint of a wound, you stand up as the concern paints your face.

An unfamiliar room with large floor to ceiling windows, giving you a view of the storm raging outside. The bed was large with a black wood and a filigree pattern up the canopy supports. Sheets of satin, night stands that matched the frame, the room was dark in design and eerie in feeling.

The sense of being watched makes you shiver. Grabbing your own arms to hold yourself in the discomfort when suddenly…

“Good Morning, Y/n.” creeping out of the shadows, startling you, and forcing you to fully wake more quickly.

Another shiver down your spine when you recognize the voice, and pan the room to see a glow of red eyes and the faint pale face of Mina.

Sharon had already taken over her, the infected half of her DNA with a mind of its own. Using Mina’s body for her own gain, seducing people to lure them in and goring them before they even had a second to realize what was happening.

You take a step back but she matches your movements. You look for an exit in a panic, knowing the danger that you could be in when it hits you. The eye contact that causes a surge of desire, running hot in your veins, rendering you tense and aching.

Your thoughts are haunted by lewd ideas of her…just like the dreams you were having only moments ago but with a sadistic twist. The sweet, romantic visions fade by force leaving behind flashes of being held down and ruined.

“You really thought it wouldn’t come to this?” She grinned, voice contorting to a slightly deeper tone, giving an unfamiliar tang to the face you fell in love with.

“I always thought you’d fight back a little harder…maybe actually try to do something about me…” Pacing as she speaks, admiring how you wince at her words and the flashes of her.

She knows she holds the power here, unable to be stopped especially because of how you felt about Mina. She did have her face after all.

“How do you feel?” the rhetorical question she asks almost passed you by in the slurry of all this confusion.

You’re too busy blankly staring at her, watching how she’s sizing you up like a snake about to consume a meal after a long while. Her gaze burns a hole into your chest, the heat rising through the beaming chasm that once was where your heart sat, now all consumed by manipulative lust and yearning for her.

“What do you mean “how do I feel?”” trying to play it like you weren’t scared shitless and insatiable, completely soaked in your own arousal as the flashes of her on top of you pass through your mind.

She giggles and steps closer.

The realization hits that there is no escaping this while she is in front of her, her eyes hypnotic in the way they stay on you.

You’re losing your sense of self by the second.

There’s no escaping her.

“Don’t you taste it?” her head tilts with as a devious smirk emerges.

She’s toying with you, playing with her food before it’s consumed.

Your eyes widen when you grasp what she’s hinting at.

“W-Who am I tasting?” A sudden clash of thunder reverberates in the room, lightening flashes through the windows, erasing the shadows and allowing you to see her crimson stained lips and the trickle of blood dribbling down her chin.

She continues watching you without blinking. The hunger in her blood red eyes is intimidating and indecipherable. Lust fueled or blood driven, you were unsure. Was this just apart of her plan? Bring you here while you were asleep to seduce you and then…death?

“That would be me, actually.”

Sharon maneuvers her hair, shifting it from one shoulder to the other to show the imprint of your teeth in her neck. A normal human teeth bite mark into her neck…you don’t remember doing that. More importantly, what happens to a human when they drink vampire blood?

“You chained me up…” growled between her fangs.

“I didn’t like that very much… I’m sure you understand.” She leans against the wall, watching you in a predatory way. Taking every slight movement in, making sure to look up at your eyes to keep you under her spell.

Pulling at your shirt to detach it from your body, her eyes on you makes you feel like you’re being hunted, creating a flash of heat within you.

A small chuckle leaves her mouth menacingly as she watches you remove the article of clothing.

“While you were under my spell, I saw everything. Your thoughts…your feelings…your fantasies…” Pausing for a moment to watch the embarrassment fall over your face, knowing that she had seen the dreams of Mina, from the soft sweet ones to the vile filthy ones.

“They intrigued me.” sauntering over to you slowly.

Placing a finger under your chin, she tilts your head up and exposes a wound on your neck that she had left before you woke up.

Cocking your head at the statement. Yanking your face out of her hands as you furrowed your brows in shock and try to exact your free will and get out before it’s too late.

Even with the ache between your legs urging you to make a move, this wasn’t Mina…this was someone who just looked like Mina…in Mina’s body…with Mina’s face…

“My mark looks good on you…maybe if you’re a good for me, I’ll give you another” her voice drenched in a possessive tone, the inflection of ownership on you rattled you all the way down to your core.

“Excuse me?” You spat, trying to put up a fight against this supernatural trance she’s trying to put you in.

Sharon cupped your face and looked deep within you, violating the privacy of your thoughts. An unwanted intrusion into your brain, into your soul.

“I’ve seen it all, you know….Your fantasies about me, the way you dream of me. It’s so pathetic, really.”

Removing her hand from you and turning her back to walk to the door and lock it by the knob and the deadbolt fixated to the frame.

“I’m going to turn you into my play thing.” Hissed out as she spins around rapidly, creating a rush of hellish winds knocking over random oddities on the shelves and shattering them on the floor.

“When I'm done with you, you’ll only be able to say my name…I’ll remove all those thoughts out of your head until you’re just my worthless toy… Since you’re so desperate for her to touch you…I figured why not show you how she can really be!” voice contorting deeper, echoing and manipulating into a demonic force before ricocheting back to what it once was.

In one swift movement, “Mina” is in front of you with her hand tightly squeezing your throat, digging her nails into the sides of your neck and baring her fangs in an attempt to get you to submit.

It surprises you how much you’re enjoying this, even hating to admit it to yourself. The idea of Mina being rough with you had consumed your thoughts a few times, you just never thought it would be Sharon to enact them.

Pulling at her hands to get her off of you, her other hand swings and smacks you across the face. She knows your thoughts, she knows you want this and the slap was another attempt to get you to see that she was in control and you had no choice but to let her have her way with you.

Bringing your own hand up to cup your cheek, feeling the heat emanating off the slowly developing red mark, you can’t help but wince at the sting.

Swinging your hand out to slap her back, she leans out of the way causing you to completely miss. She had the dominance that you craved but the urge to fight back was louder than the pulsing between your thighs.

“Mina” tightens her grip on your neck, causing your breath to hitch and almost stop completely as she glares into your eyes, the red storms of putrid rage clashing around matching the weather outside.

“Don’t. Do that. Again.” Gritted through her fangs that seemed longer than moments ago.

She squeezes one last time and then lets go, dropping you to the floor. You collapse to your knees, gasping for air and trying to fight the hypnosis. The vile thoughts pool and clash against their own kind in the depths your mind with a very futile attempt to push them into your subconscious.

“I can see those…” Looking up to see that alluringly evil smirk painted across her face, a seductive horror anthology was about to take place. This grin was your warning.

Mina licks her lips very slowly before suddenly she pounces, fully knocking you to the floor, and straddling you right above your waist to keep you locked into place.

You’re at her mercy, wrapped around her finger, and completely under her spell.

Fangs out and hissing as you attempt to struggle. She forcefully stretches your hands above your head and pins you down with only one of hers.

When did she get this strong?

She kisses you roughly, a striking contrast to the Mina you were used to. Moaning into her mouth, you feel the heat that has been building between your thighs. Avoiding clenching them together, you try to use your strength to push her up to get a better angle.

Her hands slowly trailing up your torso, making sure to drag her nails over your fabric covered nipple just to hear you groan again.

Hand now wrapped around your throat again, she stands up, dragging you with her, and tossing you onto the bed. The frame rattles against the wall and the softness of the blankets welcome you back sooner than expected.

She quickly mounts your waist. You nervously swallow at what’s to come.

Sharon leans in to your ear and growls “I’m going to ruin you.”

A third shiver travels through your body and you use every ounce of strength to lift Mina off of you and flip her around on her back.

In this moment, your brain is clouded with desire for the person underneath you, thoughts so intense that your efforts to shake the thoughts out were failing and you needed to try to leave before you succumbed to Sharon’s lust driven needs.

Jumping up, you head toward the exit but halt immediately when you feel a hand on the back of your neck.

Head spun around for you vigorously, you’re met with her eyes glowing red. Mindlessly hypnotized by how deep the pools of crimson go.

Slick leaking down your thighs as you rip your bra off and toss it, not caring where it landed.

Why is your body laying down without you telling it too?

She’s so stunning, you need her…Lost in the swirling red that sliced through your hopes of escape.

Within seconds, Sharon’s mouth was on your neck again. Dragging her teeth and hissing possessively. Groaning softly at the sensation of her warm fangs over the bite mark that was already present.

Your hand wraps around the back of her head, fingers weaving through her hair. Your chests are pressed against each other in the heated whirlwind of the moment. Wanting nothing more than for her to touch you.

Anywhere.

Everywhere.

You let go, allowing her to take you, how ever she wanted.

She felt your submission and smiled fangs fully out and grazing the skin of your neck, leaving small cuts at how razor sharp they were, blood dribbles out slowly. She licks the cuts clean, humming at the taste of your life force.

“You belong to me now” snarled at you, causing you to clench around nothing.

SMACK

The sound of her slapping your breast echoes in every corner of the room. Red welts appeared on your chest as she bent down to take your nipple into your mouth. Roughly abusing you as you squirmed underneath her.

You can feel how absolutely ruined your underwear is and shift uncomfortably, trying to unstick yourself from the cloth. Sharon notices and stands up, removing contact from you. Eyebrow furrowing at the lack of touch, you let out a needy whine as she watches and towers over you.

“Take your pants off” crossing her arms and waiting. You hesitate. She grabs you by the face hostilely, pinching your cheeks between her index finger and thumb.

“If you don’t take them off, I’ll rip them off of you.”

You cocked your eyebrow, challenging her. Pursing your lips as if to dare her. She scoffed and ripped your pants right off your body. The sound of the rip only makes the wet spot on your underwear grow even larger, the craving you had for her was unbearable.

“I need to know what you taste like.”

Aggressively pushing you back down on the bed, throwing you around effortlessly like a rag doll. She crossed her arms again, glaring at you.

“Don’t move or you’ll fucking regret it” Sternly, the malice present in her tone, before gracefully strutting towards the dresser in the corner, removing all remaining clothes as she made her way over to it.

You hear a soft demonic whine from the other side of the room.

Sharon returned hastily with a device already fixed at her hips, other end of the double ended strap on already inside her. Her thighs glistening in the sleek essence dripping from her core.

Coasting your tongue on your bottom lip as an invitation, you hunger for her.

Suddenly, your legs are pressed against your chest, her knees on either side of your hips, hands pinning your arms above your head, and she’s biting your collarbones and chest leaving trails of fang marks behind in a scattered pattern.

You wince at the pain, feeling yourself falling into the subspace as she navigated around your chest. Slowly descending down to tug on your nipples with her teeth which transitions to licking and sucking the cuts her fangs leave on your tits and listening to you whine for more.

“Please I need y-“ you started to beg for her when she grabs your waistband and rips your underwear clean off your body revealing your soaked state, bare and in her view.

“Oh, fuck” breathily escapes your lips.

Sharon takes the tip of her strap and glides it against your slit, eliciting more primal sounds out of you.

“Awh, look at you! Desperate and pathetic for me….or for her…this is your fantasy, no? Don’t you just want her to tease you…to take what’s hers? Too bad I’ll get there before she does.” faster with every letter slipping between her lips.

It’s hard to hear her talk about Mina like this, knowing it was her body touching you, but she wasn’t present, only this succubus fronting in the warmth of her.

Sharon takes her strap and smacks your clit with it a few times, splattering your slick and returns to sliding it up and down against you. You lift your hips in the same rhythm as her thrusts, unable to look away from the intense eye contact had between the two of you.

“Don’t worry about what she thinks.” reading your mind yet again, at this point you don’t even care she’s being so intrusive.

All you want is her.

All you need is her.

“Mina is enjoying the show.” She guides the tip to your entrance, pushing her hips into you. Hands on the back of your thighs to keep them against your chest as she enters you, bottoming out in one smooth stroke.

She wastes not a single second more, giving you barely any time to adjust to something being inside you, she pulled back out and snapped back in. Your cunt screams at the mix of pain and pleasure, coating her strap in slick effortlessly.

“Look at how fucking wet you are and I’m just getting started. Someone is eager to be my whore, isn’t that right?”

Unable to focus on anything else other than the absolute need for her to keep going, you nod your head between gasps, moving your hands to the back of your thighs where hers were so she could use hers how she wanted.

Sharon slows down her pace until halting her motion, watching and waiting for you to answer.

“Say it.” spite-fueled harsh whispers emulating the tone of her seriousness.

“Yes, yes, please…fucking please!” the longing for her was too much, you fear for what you’d become if it wasn’t satiated.

Sharon maniacal laughs turn into grunts when she begins to slam her hips into you again. All you care about is her touch, mesmerized by every single moment of contact and the glare she gives you.

Sharon moaned at the sensation of her clit rubbing on the leather of the harness and the rocking of the silicone inside her.

The coil in your stomach tightens with each sound you both make, threatening to break as she kept jackhammering into you, tip kissing your cervix with each groan had between the two of you.

“M..more…fu-uh-uh-uh-ck, please” slurring your words as you tried to wrap your legs around her to push her deeper into you.

Lowly growling at you and prying your legs from her hips, she pushed them down to your chest again. Fighting the urge to drain you for defiance.

You were her toy and she was going to do this her way.

The pace quickened as she plowed into you. Blurred vision, stars in your eyes, coming close to your high when she let out a snarl and pulled out. Using her strength she flipped you over, pushing your face into the sheets.

“Arch your fucking back” Sharon placed a cold hand on your spine pushing down while lifting your ass in the air.

A finger found its way to your folds. Teasing you and watching the slick drip out of you.

Removing her finger, she bent down and started sucking on your clit. Gasping and writhing as she rhythmically licked your sensitive bud, building up brick by brick the sensations she wanted you to feel.

Dragging her nails up and down your thighs and her tongue continued to dance on your folds, being sure to taste every drop of you.

Two fingers suddenly plunged in and curled towards your G-spot. Pressing down repeatedly causing you to lose touch with any left over moments of reality you still had.

“I’m gonna cum!” you scream into the sheets as you start to contract around her fingers.

Essence belonging to you drips down her hand. She’s continuing to pump into you and bring you to your moment of ecstasy. Blissfully being devoured by a demon who looked like an angel.

A devious smirk wipes across her face as she continues to let you ride out the orgasm she gifted you.

You’re completely in shambles, unable to speak full sentences, legs shaking and not willing to hold the weight of your body anymore.

Frozen hands wrap around your waist, you can feel your body being held up.

“Don’t think I’m finished with you yet!” a smack to your pussy startles you.

Feeling her slide the strap back in with ease, both moaning as she pulls out to the tip and continues the deadly pace she had before.

Screaming underneath her with no sense of control, you were overstimulated in the best way, the sensitivity of having just cum was a mere thought when the need for her took over again.

Sharon continued to fuck you senseless, snarling behind you as she pumped, craving her own climax. You felt her hips stutter and falter as she growled, trying to keep her pace.

“Use me, Make me yours -fuck fuck fuck-, Sh-Sharon” you whined, knowing it would push her right over the edge and into the raptured to heaven moment you just had yourself.

She snarled and sank her teeth into your shoulder, moans muffled by your flesh and the tension of her jaw while her hips haphazardly jerk, not letting you out of her venomous bite.

The sound of her cumming, the feeling of her digging her teeth into you, and the movements of her strap set off into another pulsating moment of pure unadulterated bliss, cumming around her, gripping her and making it difficult for her to keep her already unsteady rhythm as she tried to ride out her own orgasm.

She slowly came to a stop and gently draped her body on your back, softly wrapping her arms around you while she caught her breath, licking up the blood gushing from her deep bite.

Her warm torso resting against you was heaven, in and of itself.

You both laid there, chests heaving when she pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness and the stroke of it makes you gasp and whimper again. She undid the device from around her hips, putting it on the night stand to be cleaned tomorrow.

She looked over at you, making eye contact. You notice that her eyes are brown like before, you blink a few times at her. She puts her hands up in defense, eyes widened at how quickly you realized she was back to Mina.

Journal of Mina Harker ; November 8, Constanta, Roumania                

“Once more dear. Until you are stronger I will continue to provide for you”, Jonathan insisted as he removed his watch and placed it carefully on the table. 

Just one more time. It was always one more time. Another addition to the secret we had kept since early October that kept compounding, my guilt accruing interest. I would move food around a plate and drink tea during the day to avoid suspicions of further change and would take small amounts of blood from him at night. This had been happening for nearly a month and I was not sure how much longer we could last. It was his idea in the beginning, he just wanted to help me, but lord did I become addicted. The energy and the few beats of our hearts as one in those moments felt like all I had left for myself. The intense pleasure was impossible to deny. I feigned resistance every time he offered his wrist or throat to me but we both knew it was in vain. It was a formality at that point, a sick ritual twisted to feel almost polite. 

“No, my love, this want is a force of habit now. I need nothing but time with you in pure humanity”, I whispered to him as I lowered my head to meet his now extended arm, the hypocrite that I was.

A habit? It made no sense and we both knew it. This should have been over and yet it wasn't.  His wrists and throat were dotted with tiny scars but I was careful enough they were near unnoticeable. A small sign of respect for him in such a disgusting act. Only if you looked very close, only if you ran your fingers along them, could you witness the pain of two freezing people. I wonder if they will be permanent, if the same wound opened again and again never quite closes. Nevertheless, he still regarded me with so much love. So he gave and I took. He tasted bitter but not in an entirely unpleasant way. I could taste whatever was in the old flask the men passed around earlier and I was glad I did not partake. I pulled away from him and all was well again. We could go back to pretending we were in love in all the average healthy ways. 

That is when Jack joined us. He was no longer crying but he still spoke softer than normal and looked shaken. We sat down and took out a pack of cards. Jack was dealing as usual and I felt what he wanted to say even though he bit his tongue. Survivors guilt is a noun, the bone deep guilt one feels after surviving a tragic event others did not. His friend died in the snow and in some twisted way he felt guilty for it. Quincey was such a good man, a shame out of all of us he suffered a fatal blow. It really should have been me, damned as I am, but it must be some comfort to us that the poor fellow is in heaven. We finished the game with little fanfare. I do not remember who won but I suppose that doesn't matter. It was a small distraction. Card games are for happier folk than us. We went through the motions of celebration but little did we feel it. Lord Godalming also seemed shaken by grief that night, he after all was returning home to no father and no wife. There was a victory, yes, but at what cost? Quincey had looked up at me in the end, he said I was worth fighting for, but a faded scar remains in hash lighting. 

After the game I was feeling quite odd and unwell so I excused myself to the washroom. It was a shaky little space and there was nothing but a basin, bucket, and small mirror to serve the men’s shaving and the women’s vanity as they approached the city. It was shaking from the movement of the train which made me feel quite ill. Jonathan ran in after me and held my hair back as I hurled only blood and bile into the basin. God, it was awful. I must have swooned for everything was blurry until he shook me and my head shot up to face the mirror. I thought there was something wrong with it for a moment. I suppose my thoughts were blurred and I had forgotten the facts of the matter but now it was crystal clear before us, only Jonathan cast any reflection. I stood in front, tall as him if not taller, and yet he was the only figure visible in the pristine glass. We stood there in still silence for a moment, processing I suppose, until he gently wrapped his arms around me. 

I have no idea why he did such a thing or made any of the decisions he did tonight for that matter. I was newly a vampire, had he not read about Lucy? Had he forgotten everything or did he simply not care? He needed to get away from me, run and tell the others, dig a stake out of a bag, find a knife, find a gun, anything. He should have done anything but stand there and hug me, bringing his pulse so close to where mine had just been. It made me feel the absence. I had to fill it. I turned around and bit down hard. It was instinct. I wasn’t in my right mind. I was suddenly starving. The strongest sense of urgency surged through me as I thrust myself upon him and the relief as his blood rushed into me was like nothing I have felt before. He yelped at the sudden sting but quieted quickly. It must have felt new to him, compared to the drops I had taken before it must have felt like he was being drained of all he had. Something human tugged at the corners of my mind but the animal won and I kept drinking, sinking father into him. Drifting, falling. Then I heard footsteps running toward the washroom and it brought me back to reality, something I thought impossible for such a fiend as I now was. 

Jack burst into the room stake in hand and I jumped away from Jonathan. My ever protective husband, with blood still dying his shirt a bright crimson, stepped in front of me blocking the doctor’s advance. I cannot imagine what we looked like at that moment, both of us covered in one’s blood, but it must have been gruesome enough to give even a brave man pause. In Jack’s flinch Jonathan dashed toward him and attempted to twist the stake out of his hand. Through the ruffling and grunts of their subsequent struggle came a cracking sound and an ear piercing scream. The stake dropped to the floor and Jack stumbled backward shaking with shock and pain looking down at his obviously fractured wrist. 

Time slowed as I watched Jonathan stare at his own brutality. He turned to me and his eyes were no longer cold, no, he suddenly held a great flame. He grabbed my hair and kissed me near violently. I was stunned. Why? Why? He bit down on my tongue hard enough to draw blood. My blood tasted different now, sickeningly sweet and slower flowing like syrup. It reminded me of His blood being forced upon me. The night I had no choice but to suffocate or swallow. Oh. That was my love’s mad method of exchange, he was making good on his vow to join me in undeath. He was creating his own life after life for us to share.

After one painfully sweet moment, I saw Arthur and Van Helsing approach Jack. Thank the lord they were so nice for it gave me time to alert Jonathan and push him off of me. His breathing was ragged and his teeth were sharpening. It was not enough, it was too slow. Turning took me and Lucy a long time after ingesting the cursed blood and if his sudden want for immortality was true, the change would need to be fast. 

Everything began to move faster, and I made my decision, if Jonathan was hell bent on surviving then I would be too. Vampiric strength coursed through me and when Van Helsing turned and  lunged for me he made a grave mistake, he forgot there was strength in my hands. I pushed him away before he could reach me with the point of his weapon and he hit the ground hard. Arthur looked petrified as Jack yelled at him to do something. He bent to grab the stake Jack had dropped but it was already in Jonathan’s hands. Jonathan smiled as a madman might as he raised the stake and impaled himself in the gut. Everyone froze as he crumpled to the ground. I ran to kneel beside him. What could I do? I could not work fast enough to heal him from such an injury, this would kill him.

I felt him convulse under me and knew it was over. I put my arms around him and cried. If the men staked me now, so be it. There was no life worth living for me without Jonathan, yet he turned to meet my gaze and gave me a look. The look that said trust me. He doubled over and made a strange sound that sounded almost like laughter as I felt him get colder to the touch. Laughter? He looked up at the other men and they went paler than him. He then faced me with eyes that flashed red and teeth now sharp enough to pierce flesh. It was a sick kind of brilliance he displayed, he had changed in a matter of minutes. He pulled the stake from himself and the wound healed. He wielded the gory stake like his knife raised against the count, daring anyone to come near us.

Then the world halted and bounced back like an elastic, pushing us all off balance. The train had pulled into a station. I grabbed Jonathan’s hand and pulled him out of that damned washroom and ran toward the exit. We were getting off this god damned train and if the men tried to follow us that would be their own suicidal mistake. I knew what feelings now took over my husband and did not want him to do anything he would regret to the few living people we still held dear. We could take a different train home. Home? Arthur interrupted the thought by making a pass at Jonathan with something sharp as we went by, correctly surmising he was the most dangerous. I bared my teeth in warning and he backed off. I managed to grab our bags as I pulled Jonathan through the train doors and into the night. Thank the lord for this strength. 

I took a deep breath after leaping from the train. I had no idea where we were yet I could smell a sea breeze, a familiar scent that brought me back to happier times. It brought me back to Lucy. God if she could see me now. If they didn’t kill her we could be together forever by the sea, Jonathan too, the two people I loved most in my life with me forever. This is a selfish desire, she is far better off dead and we would be too. Jonathan and I ran through the night, a small city surrounding us and a few thousand heart beats pounding in our ears. Suddenly he stopped and turned back to me with that pure animalistic hunger in his eyes.

We found an alley and a drunken man. He tried to say something about my beauty and Jonathan took his flirting as an excuse to all but rip his throat out. Poor fellow, we left him with no idea whether he would survive. Jonathan certainly didn’t care. Not in the moment.

We then found a hotel and a few coins in our pockets. We must have looked crazed covered in as much blood as we were, but paying for a room and a half seemed to work just fine. 

We got into the small chambers and changed to unsoiled night clothes. Now I sit in a chair in the corner, it is big and soft, and the act of recounting the night feels too normal. The act of writing in shorthand as I am is too human. I feel more than I thought I would dead. I wonder if the Count felt this much, the living emotions clashing with the dead man’s hunger. Real guilt. It does not matter, Jonathan is beckoning me to join him in our bed now so I must cease my journalling. We are closing the curtains and plan to sleep through the day if we are able. Tomorrow night we will start to find our way home whatever that means. I suppose it must be native soil at least. I suppose we shall be the terrors of England now. No. Maybe. We shall have to figure that out. 

Goodnight friends, Mina

“I’ng gonna d’ool,” Mina complained. 

“Huh?” Sana felt wetness on her fingers as she pressed the fruit roll up to Mina’s tongue. “Ohh, drool,” she said. “Sorry.” She lifted the sticky fruit sheet off of Mina’s tongue. The vampire’s tongue was red with a clear, deep blue heart pressed onto it. 

Sana giggled, bouncing with excitement. “It worked! It worked!” She took out her phone and went to open the camera when she paused. “Riiight, you can’t see it that way,” she said, reading Mina’s mind. “Hmm, then you’ll just have to do it to me so you can see what it looks like,” Sana said. She leaned in, still straddling the vampire. “But first I think I should get a taste,” she said, smirking, “You know, just to make sure I like the flavor.” 

She kissed Mina then, slowly at first. The demon reached down to grab hold of Mina’s ice cold hands, then brought them up to her waist. Mina broke the kiss momentarily, peeking up at Sana to make sure she was still touching the succubus at least somewhat appropriately. “Is this necessary?” the vampire murmured. The fruit roll up wrapper slid off the bed and crinkled as it hit the floor.

Sana broke away, pouting for a moment. “Yes,” the demon said, shutting her up with another kiss, this time parting Mina’s lips a bit more to allow their tongues to meet. 

It always went like this with Sana. The demon never came around just to hang out. Well, sometimes she did, but most of the time she came with ulterior motives like this. Not that the vampire minded, it was just kind of confusing to sort out her feelings for the succubus. She knew Sana quite literally lived to seduce, but she also knew that the demon gained absolutely nothing from sleeping with her, unlike when she slept with humans and could drain a bit of their life force. 

Sana stopped suddenly, sensing Mina’s hesitance. Her face still just inches from Mina’s, the succubus consoled the vampire beneath her. “Why don’t you just relax,” she purred, and Mina instantly exhaled, sinking deeper into her bedding. Sana watched with satisfaction as the tension visibly dissipated from the vampire’s body. The succubus eyed Mina for a few moments. “Sorry,” she said after a beat. “It’s no excuse, but it IS hard to not use mind manipulation after more than a century–” 

“It’s okay,” said Mina. The vampire just wanted to be out of her head. If Sana just wanted to feel good, Mina did, too.  

Sana grinned wickedly, running her sharp nails over the neck hemline of Mina’s shirt. “Okay,” she said simply. Then her smile dissolved. “Tell me you love me,” she said. 

“I love you,” Mina said. Her voice, quiet but steady, felt as if it didn’t belong to her just then.

The succubus stared at her. She glanced down between her legs, which were still straddling Mina’s hips. “Can you get hard for me?” 

Mina nodded, feeling aroused almost instantly after the demon asked. She shifted beneath Sana as her pants began to feel a bit tight on her body. 

Sana made quick work of the vampire’s clothes and removed hers too, shoving everything off of Mina’s bed and onto the floor. “Say it again,” the demon said. 

“I love you,” Mina’s voice was a bit breathier now– Sana had begun to work on the vampire’s hardened cock with her soft palm. “Again?” This time, Sana made a conscious effort to not use her powers. If Mina didn’t say it, then–

“I love you, Sana,” the vampire said. Mina took control for a moment, adjusting Sana above her, lining her tip up with the succubus’ entrance. “Can I show you?”

For once, the demon felt dumbfounded. Her insides twisted up momentarily with discomfort. Did she have actual feelings for Mina? Time seemed to freeze; the succubus felt her own heartbeat in her ears while thinking about the vampire. Mina let her control her. That was nice. Mina was good at sex. That was very nice. Mina let Sana enter her apartment whenever she wanted, let her spy on her dreams, do weird shit like this. Mina was always game and she was always there. There was no one else, other than Momo, who Sana would ever invite into her life like this. 

Momo could pick out the scent of bamboo, oak, eucalyptus and…

“Do you collect perfume?” she asked. 

Sana smiled and gestured behind her, where wooden display shelves were lined with a number of vintage and expensive bottles. 

While Momo took in the collection, Mina glanced out the window warily. 

Sana made her way over to the vampire and let her upper arm brush against the other woman’s. 

“Would you like a drink?” she asked, but Mina started to share her head. 

“Oh, I’m okay–” Mina started, but Sana cut her off.

“No baby, not that kind,” Sana said, a mischievous smile on her face. She tilted her neck, bringing her pointer finger up to her neck and letting it drag downward toward her collarbone. “A drink.” 

Mina’s cock twitched. She gave the succubus a quick once over and nodded. Sana took Mina’s hand in hers and pulled her lightly over to her bed. “Come have a taste, then,” she said. 

The vampire followed her over to the edge of the bed and watched as Sana positioned herself to sit back against her headboard. 

“Momo?” Mina wanted nothing more than to bite into the neck of the demon, but first, she needed to satisfy a desire she’d been harboring since the night began. 

Momo joined Mina beside Sana’s bed, eyes roaming over the two of them hungrily. 

The vampire found herself shy suddenly, “I– I met Momo first, so forgive me Sana but…” she turned to the werewolf. “Can I kiss you?” 

The werewolf’s eyebrows rose but she nodded, a small smile on her lips. She brought one hand up to the vampire’s face and cupped her cheek while leaning in to kiss her. Mina’s nose was cold as it brushed against Momo’s warm, blushing face. One kiss became two, and then Momo’s tongue was suddenly running over Mina’s. 

Sana watched with intense desire, growing wetter by the second. Her fingers trailed over her own body slowly, beginning to undo her black bodysuit. Momo let out a husk of a growl as she made out with Mina, her teeth running over the vampire’s long, sharp teeth curiously. The werewolf pulled Mina closer to her and gasped a little when she felt the vampire’s bulge rub against her own. 

They broke apart, distracted by the sensation, and Sana let out a little breath, squeezing her legs together. “God,” she said, reclaiming their attention. “Look at you two.” She made her way back up toward them, her body suit falling off of her shoulders as her hands moved up between their legs, palming at their bulges. 

Mina tried not to buck into her touch, but her stuttered breath betrayed how badly she wanted to be inside Sana. 

The demon snickered. “Needy,” she murmured. While she began to get Mina out of her clothes, the vampire took the opportunity to help get Momo out of her costume, letting her arms run over the werewolf’s strong arms for an extra second or two. Momo shivered a little at her touch. 

Soon both Momo and Mina’s clothing was discarded on the floor and Sana beckoned them closer onto the bed. Momo’s hands caressed Sana’s body while Mina stripped the demon out of her costume, adding it to the pile on the floor. The werewolf then flipped Sana onto all fours, angling herself in front of Sana’s head while Mina came up behind the demon, running her hands over her back, giving her ass an appreciative squeeze. 

“Want your mouth,” the werewolf said, and Sana obliged. Mina pumped her length a few times while she curiously watched Sana move in toward Momo’s cock. Both Sana and Mina were impressed with Momo’s hardware and her well toned abs. The vampire watched on curiously as Sana reached one hand up to explore Momo’s body. Momo kept herself well shaven for the most part up top, but what held Sana’s attention was the werewolf’s visible happy trail and upper thighs covered in soft, dark hair.  

“Jesus,” Sana murmured, finally acknowledging Momo’s massive cock. With the full moon and her rut approaching so soon, her dick was intimidatingly thick and heavy between her thighs. 

The vampire licked her lips at the sight, too. She had always wanted to try taking someone else’s dick, but the werewolf was way too big for her, especially this close to a rut. She was eager to see the succubus try to take her eventually, but for now, Sana’s pussy was all hers.   

While Mina fisted her own cock in her hand, Sana took Momo’s cock in her hand and tapped it on her tongue, teasing her. 

Momo appeared to be doing her best to maintain her human appearance, but the more turned on she became, the more of her natural werewolf features slipped through the cracks. Her nails, for instance, were much longer and sharper now, and the veins in her hands were a little more visible. Her hair seemed thicker, suddenly, and longer. 

Sana kissed Momo’s red, leaking tip softly, then licked up some of her precum, making the werewolf bite back an excited whine. 

“Promise me you’ll still try to knot me even if I make you cum down my throat?” Sana asked, and Momo nodded without hesitation. 

It was all the encouragement Sana needed to take Momo into her mouth then. She kissed and licked her way around the red, leaking tip. It was good that the vampire would take her pussy first because she needed all the stretch she could get from another cock before she’d be ready to attempt taking Momo. 

Sana paused for a moment and she looked over her shoulder at Mina. Her eyes did that flickering thing again, going all black as she said “Please,” in a voice far deeper and less human than the one she’d been speaking with all night. Her eyes quickly returned to normal and Mina felt an incredible sense of urgency suddenly. The vampire gripped Sana’s waist in one hand while the other guided her stiff cock between Sana’s folds, coating her tip with the slick the demon was leaking down her thighs. 

As Mina started sliding into Sana’s cunt, Momo wrapped a hand around the demon’s head, grabbing a handful of her long, dark hair, and slid her tip into Sana’s warm, wet mouth. 

Sana let out a muffled moan, arching her back a bit for Mina and relaxing her jaw for Momo.

As Mina bottomed out in the demon, Sana pushed more of Momo’s cock into her mouth. She paid extra attention to her cockhead, taking her time swirling her tongue over it and working her way down slowly, licking wet, invisible stripes down her length. 

The longer Sana spent sucking her, the wetter Momo’s cock became. Within minutes, the wet sounds of Sana’s mouth at work on the werewolf filled the air, making Momo let out a moan. 

Meanwhile, Mina teased Sana’s cunt. She slid in, then slowly pulled out and rubbed her tip against her, working Sana’s clit up a bit. The demon ground her hips desperately on Mina’s cock and whined, the sound muffled with Momo’s cock further down her throat. 

Momo was starting to lose herself to the pleasure she felt as Sana continued to slurp on the werewolf’s cock. Her head tipped back a little, eyes closing and eyebrows knitting together. It was getting harder and harder to keep her hips still. 

The demon picked up her pace, shifting her weight and bringing one hand up so she could pump the rest of Momo into her mouth, eager to make her come. Momo let out a sound that started as a moan and ended as a growl. 

“Sana…” she said through gritted teeth. She pulled the demon off of her cock, causing Sana’s mouth to release her with a small pop. 

Momo’s eyes were dark gold as she looked down at her. She brought both of her hands up to Sana’s head and cupped her face gently, her thumbs resting on her cheekbones. 

“Stay still,” Momo said, then pushed her cock against Sana’s lips until the succubus opened her mouth, allowing Momo to set the pace. 

Sana whimpered a little as the werewolf picked up speed, thrusting her hips eagerly to use the demon’s mouth as she pleased. “Oh fuck…” Momo panted. “G-getting close.” 

Tears were starting to form in Sana’s eyes as she did her best to take Momo. Her whimpers turned to low cries. She was on the verge of being overstimulated by the two, but she didn’t want it to stop, either. Finding a more steady position on her knees and balancing with one hand on the bed, she reached her other hand down between her legs, desperate to give her throbbing clit some relief. 

She could feel every inch of Mina’s long, hard cock driving in and out of her dripping cunt and it nearly drove her over the edge right then and there. Her fingers expertly rubbed over her clit, growing closer to her own orgasm. 

Mina’s fucking had also slowly become faster. She was panting too now, her hands gripping Sana’s hips tightly. Her nails were surely leaving marks in the demon’s skin, but she didn’t let up. Lewd sounds of Mina’s skin connecting with Sana’s joined the wet sounds of head being given. The vampire desperately wanted to wrap her hand around one of Sana’s horns and pull her back so she could watch Sana take her cock. 

“Fuck!” Momo grunted, thrusting roughly into the demon’s mouth. She held Sana’s mouth down on her twitching cock for a few moments, then let her go. Sana pulled back, gasping for a quick breath before swallowing Momo’s seed. She stuck out her tongue, looking up at Momo with heavy lidded eyes as the werewolf coated her tongue with more of her load. When she finished, Sana took her cock back in her mouth, cleaning her up until Momo let out a small cry and pulled away. 

“Mm,” Momo said, catching her breath. “Can’t wait to knot you.” 

This was Mina’s chance. She leaned over the succubus, one hand reaching up and over to touch the demon’s horns. She didn’t want to startle Sana though, so instead of grabbing, she trailed her fingers over the horn’s hard, bumpy surface. 

To her surprise, Sana’s back arched immediately and the demon let out a high pitched whine. 

“Shit,” Sana cried. “Again– do it again.”

Mina’s eyebrows raised a little, but she quickly obliged. With a particularly rough thrust, she pulled herself forward, deeper inside Sana, so her hand could brush over more of the dark-colored curled horn.

Sana gasped and Mina felt her cunt clench around her cock. The vampire stifled a moan as she felt it– the demon’s inner thighs shook and then she cried out, releasing a mess of slick as she came on the vampire’s cock. 

The feeling of Sana coming around her cock nearly made Mina see stars. The vampire couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hips stuttered in their movements and then she came too, lurching forward while gently pushing Sana into the bed. She sank her teeth into the demon’s neck, emptying herself greedily into Sana while taking what she wanted. Sana cried out but sank submissively into the bed, reaching back and wrapping her hand around Mina’s thigh. She pulled Mina closer against her as the vampire filled her and lapped at her neck. 

The hair on the back of Momo’s neck stood up as she watched, one hand pumping her still-hard cock lightly. As she drank from Sana, Mina’s pupils narrowed, turning into vertical slits. It was the first time Momo had seen her look even remotely inhuman. 

Mina continued thrusting into Sana lightly, fucking her load deeper into her until she felt sated enough to finally pull back. She licked the demon’s neck gently, pressing a sloppy final kiss to her skin before sliding out and unsticking herself from her. 

With Mina’s eyes reverting back to their normal red-rimmed appearance, Momo quickly moved on from what she had just seen and licked her lips as Mina slid out; her cock was covered in a mix of her own seed and Sana’s juices. 

Sana and Mina caught their breath while Momo continued to lightly jerk herself off. Sana rolled over onto her back until she was beneath the werewolf. She smiled and hummed, reaching up to take over for Momo’s hand. 

“Still hard, pup?” she cooed. 

It didn’t take long before the three of them went back at it for another round. This time, Momo mounted Sana, keeping the demon pinned down on her back as she lined her cock up with Sana’s dripping cunt. 

Mina, on her knees, hovered over Sana’s head. She was determined to come again, jerking herself off steadily with occasional help from Momo’s warm, inviting mouth. 

Momo hissed as her cock lined up with Sana’s wet entrance. When she finally slid in, Sana gasped, her chest heaving from the effort.

“Yes…” Sana sighed dreamily, wrapping her legs around Momo’s thighs and reaching up, draping her arms around the werewolf’s shoulders. “More, need more..!” 

Momo gave her a little more, bottoming out inside of Sana before pulling back out. She slid in and out again slowly, warming up the demon to her size. She’d barely even started and already could see Sana was doing her best to keep from falling apart on her cock. 

The succubus whimpered loudly as Momo pressed herself inside again. The werewolf’s cock was excruciating, but in the best way. Sana couldn’t remember the last time she’d been stretched out so deeply. 

Satisfied that  Sana could handle her, Momo picked up her pace. The demon had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming as Momo hit the deepest parts of her. Momo merely grunted, thrusting into Sana with feverish desire, her knot forming quickly. 

“N-not gonna last,” Momo said, dropping her head a little. It was almost too much just to look up: the sheer sight of Sana— who was clawing at her back, moaning and tilting her head back from pleasure and pain— could have made her come on the spot. And if Momo wasn’t looking at Sana while she rutted into her, Mina’s long, lean cock had her attention. 

The vampire, she knew, was also getting close. Her tip was flushed and she could feel Mina’s legs shaking above her while she bobbed shallowly on the head of her cock, wanting to see the vampire come undone again. What Momo didn’t fit in her mouth, Mina stroked with her hand, feeding as much of her aching cock to the werewolf as she could. 

Sana, having adapted to the brutal pace and depth that came with being fucked by the werewolf, nearly submitted herself to the her, letting the werewolf  hold her down like a toy. With a daring glint in her eye, though, she opened her mouth. 

“Look at you, pup,” Sana teased, looking up at the werewolf above her. “Look how desperate you are.”

Momo whimpered a little, slowing her pace just a bit. 

“So desperate to fuck, and so easy, aren’t you?” Sana smirked. “Big dumb puppy. You’ll jump at any chance to dump yourself into anyone just to relieve yourself, won’t you?” 

Momo gasped, completely losing her pace. “S-Sana…” she whined. Her knot was rubbing against the demon’s clit, begging to slip inside. “Please— can I…?”

“W-wait,” Mina cried suddenly. Her breath caught. Sana degrading Momo while Momo sucked her off played right into the vampire’s liking for change in power dynamics. “Momo, I’m gonna–” 

The werewolf moaned a little and opened her mouth just in time to catch Mina’s load on her tongue. Mina trembled as she felt Momo’s tongue on her. She closed her eyes as she took her hand away, letting Momo lap up her seed and suck her clean. 

Making the vampire come made Momo want to come even more. Momo’s grip was painfully strong on the succubus now; she could barely stand keeping her fully inflated knot out of Sana, but she also wanted to finish servicing the vampire. The moment Mina pulled away, Momo let out a strangled growl and slammed her knot inside Sana. 

The demon let out a scream, scrabbling underneath Momo. 

“Fuck!” Sana exhaled sharply. She could barely think straight with how stuffed she was, but still couldn’t resist riling the werewolf up even more. “C’mon Momo,” she purred, “Aren’t you gonna put your pups in me?” 

“Y-yes,” Momo panted in response. She fucked Sana with her knot for a few more thrusts before her breath hitched. The werewolf let out a possessive snarl as she came, knotting Sana. 

Sana’s jaw dropped almost instantly when she felt Momo release. The werewolf seemed to come endlessly inside her. All she could do was open her legs more and glance down to watch herself be filled by Momo’s twitching cock. 

Mina, who had been lying on her back and recovering m on the bed, moved over to make room for Momo and Sana to lie down beside her. Sana, naturally, was back in the middle of them. 

After a few minutes, Momo could finally slide out of the succubus. Sana sighed appreciatively. Wordlessly, the three rested for a bit. Momo and Mina felt utterly exhausted.  

“We…we should do that again sometime,” Momo said weakly. Her cock was soft but sensitive. Her mind was wandering, curious about whether or not the vampire could take her, but she was so tired, she knew she wouldn’t find out tonight. She stifled a yawn.  

“Yeah…” Mina said. Her own eyes were suddenly heavy. She felt as if she could fall asleep right there. 

“Maybe we will,” Sana replied softly. Unlike Momo and Mina, she was wide awake. Her fingertips roamed lightly over her own breasts, down along her stomach and hips as she got acquainted with her new bites, bruises and scratches. “Happy Halloween,” she whispered, staring off into space as the other two closed their eyes and nodded off. 

*************

The next thing Mina knew, she was waking up in her own bed in her own apartment. She felt well rested, but then overwhelming thirst took over. She checked her phone– it was 2:00 PM, October 31st. 

The vampire sat up quickly. Where had her morning gone? Wait— how had she gotten home from Sana’s? 

Sana and Momo. 

Mina patted her deep green duvet, half expecting Momo and Sana to be beside her. 

“Hello?” she called out, but her empty apartment said nothing back. Finally convinced she was alone, she went into her bathroom and splashed cool water on her face. She hesitated for a moment, then filled the sink with water and peered into it, trying to get a glimpse of herself in the moving water. She inspected herself as best she could. A few dark purple marks littered her neck, but she was more or less the same. 

Satisfied, she then rushed to her kitchen and snagged open a pouch of donated blood, drinking from it fervently.

She wondered if Momo was experiencing the same thing she was– coming to all alone in her home, wherever it was– and wondering the same thing she was:

She ducked into a stall quickly, keeping her face out of view as best she could to avoid the mirrors in front of the sinks as girls nearby touched up their makeup, took selfies and washed their hands. No one noticed her, though. She emerged from the stall shortly after, knowing whoever cleaned up was going to get a real Halloween fright when they found the drained bag of donated blood in the trash receptacle reserved for menstruation products.  

Mina weaved her way back to the bar with her glass in hand. She normally preferred her blood warm and from a willing, living source, but if she wanted to blend in, it needed to look like a dark mixed drink, so she settled for sipping O negative on ice through a straw so it wouldn’t stain her lips and alarm anyone close to her. She wasn’t opposed to drinking alcohol, but alcohol lowered her inhibitions, and right now she needed help to resist the club full of living juice boxes: people full of an array of blood types, some regular and some spiked– those that had all sorts of fun, illicit substances in their systems. 

The vampire licked her lips absentmindedly and staked out a new seat toward the end of the bar, away from the guy who had taken her order. The number of people coming in to dance kept rising. Usually the vampire avoided this kind of environment, but there really was some sort of magnetic attraction to the space she couldn’t shake off. She wanted to stay a little longer.  

She swiveled around on the bar stool, thinking about taking a look at the Halloween drink specials, only to bump into someone next to her. 

“Oh,” she said softly, then found her voice over the blaring club music, “Sorry!”

The woman who she had bumped into turned around. “No worries!” she said, offering Mina a smile. 

Mina, had she still been human, knew her heart rate would’ve spiked after taking in the woman’s appearance. She was stunning. As the woman smiled, the vampire found the corners of her own mouth turning up, too. 

The stranger beside her was everything Mina wasn’t: warm, athletic and rugged. She was dressed as a sexy zookeeper in short khaki shorts, a suggestively unbuttoned khaki shirt with multiple pockets, and a red bandana around her neck. A pair of high heeled Timberland boots finished off her look. Her stylish, shaggy wolf cut framed her face perfectly, and Mina couldn’t help but notice just how well toned the woman’s body was. 

“Wow,” the other woman spoke, giving Mina a not-so-subtle once over. “You must need, like, SPF 500.”

Mina blinked at the other woman. Then she remembered how pale she must’ve looked in comparison. Lacking a reflection (save for when she looked in ponds, lakes, or full bathtubs) made it hard to remember what her features looked like to other people. “Oh,” she said, looking down at her drink. “Uh, yeah, kinda.” 

Momo offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” she said. “I just meant, like— you’re really pretty, is what I’m trying to say.” 

Mina perked up a bit at that. “Thank you,” she said, allowing herself to look up into the woman’s golden eyes. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Momo,” the woman said, switching her drink to her left hand and extending her right out to shake. Mina took it and their touch was like fire meeting ice. She knew her hands were cold all the time, but this woman’s hand seemed far warmer than a normal human’s. Mina’s mouth watered a little, detecting Momo’s steady pulse quickly. 

“And you are?”

The vampire shook off her blood-centered thoughts. “I’m Mina,” she said, offering a shy smile.

“Oh wow, your fangs are great!” Momo said, leaning in as Mina spoke. “And your contacts— where did you find red-rimmed ones? I love a good vampire costume.”

Mina blushed. “I um, I have a friend who does special fx makeup,” she said quickly. It was a complete lie, but what other choice did she have? She never revealed herself during fleeting encounters with humans. 

“Yours are really nice, too,” the vampire added, nodding toward Momo’s eyes. “What a pretty golden color.” 

It was Momo’s turn to freeze for a moment. “Oh these– I mean, thank you,” she said, taking a sip of her drink quickly. 

Mina didn’t miss the awkward beat and felt bad. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to make you self conscious.”

Momo leaned in a little closer, brushing her arm against Mina’s. “No! No, not at all,” she said, thinking quickly, “Just– forgot I was wearing them,” she said with a nervous laugh. 

Mina was about to ask if she could buy her a drink when a voice behind them interrupted. 

“Wow, you two have got to be the hottest couple here.” 

Momo and Mina both turned around to find a dizzyingly pretty stranger before them. She was some sort of demon, it appeared, but a slutty version. The two tried their best not to let their eyes linger for too long, but it was hard not to stare. 

The mystery woman wore ripped black thigh high stockings secured with black garters and recognizable red-bottomed black heels. A shiny black bodysuit covered her top half, but left plenty to the imagination with a criss-cross cutout running down from the top to the middle of the suit. She wore a tattered black cape that barely covered her ass, her deep red lipstick matched the back of her heels, and the dark, almost ombré-esque horns on top of her head were the perfect finishing touch. They looked sturdy and quite well made. 

“Oh,” Mina said, recovering first while Momo’s jaw hung slightly slack. “We’re– we’re not a couple.” She noticed that the new woman’s ears were slightly pointed, too, and wondered what kind of prosthetics she was using. 

The demon girl seemed unphased. “Oh, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice as sweet as it was sultry. “Saves me from embarrassing myself and hitting on both of you, then.”

It was then that Momo finally found her voice. “You can hit on us,” she blurted. 

A small smile crossed the demon’s lips as Momo blushed instantly. “I mean, I-I can’t speak for Mina but…” 

The demon’s eyebrows went up. “So you do know each other?”

Mina watched the girl curiously. “Barely,” she piped up. She felt strangely compelled to keep this conversation going. Despite not caring what most people thought of her, she wanted this girl to like her. “We just met.”

The woman hummed thoughtfully. “I see,” she said, a playful smile still present. “Well if either of you are interested…I’m heading to the bar on the upper level,” she said, flicking her eyes up to the more secluded lounge upstairs. 

“Isn’t that VIP?” Momo asked. “I uh, I don’t think I can get in there.”

“Me either,” Mina said, taking a sip of her chilled blood. She gripped her glass a little tighter while she eyed the demon girl’s exposed upper thighs, trying her best not to think about femoral arteries.

“I can get you in,” the woman shrugged. “It’s no trouble,” she said, eyes roaming over the two of them. “Really.”

Momo and Mina looked at each other. Momo had an amused smile on her face now, and Mina noticed the shade of gold her eyes had been a minute ago was now a little darker. Mina’s breath caught. Colored contacts didn’t normally change color. She couldn’t be inhuman too, could she..?

“I’m in,” Momo said, interrupting Mina’s train of thought. “Mina?”

Mina looked at the two women in front of her. She knew she shouldn’t. It was risky and there was no guarantee that even if things went her way, that either of them would be into what she told humans was her “severe blood play kink.” But getting a drink with two women, especially ones this attractive, was too tempting to pass up. Isn’t this the point of Devils’ Night? she asked herself. To take advantage of the lifting of the veil between her world and humans’? 

“Okay,” she said, surprising herself and sliding off of the bar stool.

The horned demon led the way through the crowd of dancing people in costumes of all kinds. Momo followed after, with Mina bringing up the rear. At the top of the stairs, the entrance to the lounge, a burly security guard stopped them. “If you don’t have wristbands already, I’ll need names to confirm you on my list,” he said gruffly.

“Minatozaki Sana,” the demon said sweetly, twirling some of her long, dark hair around her finger. The guard went to check the guest list pulled up on his phone, but she touched his arm lightly, making him look up at her first. “There should be two guests as well,” she said, smiling at him. 

The guard looked at her. He paused for a moment, then blinked. “Two guests,” he repeated monotonously, putting his phone away and allowing them in. He didn’t even check the list. 

Momo and Mina exchanged awe-struck glances before following after her. The second level of the club was much less crowded. The lighting was more dim too, but Mina had no trouble seeing in the dark. It looked like Momo had adjusted just fine, too, as the demon led them to a secluded area around the corner. 

She chose a table that had a long booth on one side and chairs on the other. Momo slid into the booth first, followed by Sana. Mina was going to snag one of the chairs, but was stopped. 

“Sit next to me?” the demon girl asked. It was a suggestion, but Mina’s body reacted as if it were a command and she found herself nodding, abandoning the chair and sliding in next to her so Sana was in the middle. 

Sana beamed. “Are you thirsty?” she asked the two of them. 

“I can get us some drinks,” Momo offered, moving to get up, but Sana shook her head. 

“No, no, you stay here,” she said, and Momo stayed put. 

“Excuse me?” the demon said, catching the attention of a passing staff member. 

Minutes later, two rounds of shots were delivered to their table, on the house, despite the fact that this was very much not one of those clubs with table service or an establishment that gave drinks out for free. 

“Whoa,” Momo said as they each were presented with glasses of water, slotted spoons, two sugar cubes, and two small glasses of curiously green liquor. “Do you like, know the owner or something?”

Sana laughed, wetting the sugar cubes for the three of them so they would start to drip into the green liquid. “Something like that. I’m Sana, by the way,” she said. 

Momo and Mina introduced themselves again, taking in their new environment. Away from the heavier crowds, Momo’s hypersensitive nose wasn’t so overloaded with surrounding scents. She watched as the sugar dissolved through the slotted spoon, disappearing into the drink. She brought it up to her nose and sniffed lightly. It smelled unlike anything she’d ever tasted before. 

The vampire, on the other hand, recognized it almost immediately. 

“Absinthe? Mina asked curiously.

“Very good,” Sana said. “Fitting for Devil's Night, don’t you think?”

Momo hummed, but Mina looked a little anxious. “Devil's Night?” she asked. “You’re…familiar?”

Sana shrugged. “Quite,” she said. “I like to celebrate by window shopping along all of the clubs in the city. If one looks good enough, sometimes I’ll drop in.” 

The vampire picked up her glass and took a sip. She couldn’t believe Sana had ordered two for each of them. The unmistakable anise and fennel flavors took over her tongue immediately. There was no way she was going to finish both given how strong they were. 

Then she frowned. It was like she was only now understanding what Sana had just said. 

“Window shop?” Mina asked, puzzled by the woman’s choice of words. “For what?” 

“A treat, of course,” Sana said, offering no further explanation. She looked between the two of them. “What about you two?” she asked. “Here for Devil's Night or just having a fun Halloweekend?”

Momo’s face reddened a little. “I’m…uh, Devils’ Night,” she said.

Sana’s eyes flicked over to Mina. They seemed to look straight into Mina’s soul, or lack thereof while she waited for her to answer. 

“Same here,” Mina said quickly, hoping the follow up question wasn’t going to be ‘Why?’ 

“I thought you both might be,” Sana said, pausing to drink some of her absinthe. She had long, black acrylic nails that she now tapped thoughtfully on the side of her glass. “Forgive me for asking so soon after meeting, but how do we smell to you, Momo?” she asked with a grin, making the athletic girl nearly choke. 

“S-smell?” Momo asked nervously, tugging at the bandana around her neck a little. She almost reminded Mina a little bit of Scooby Doo in her mannerisms. 

Sana put a hand on Momo’s thigh and leaned in toward her neck. “I’ve always been curious to know what a vampire smells like, if anything, to a werewolf.” 

Mina’s eyes widened at that and she slid out of the booth with lightning speed at the same time Momo was scrambling to get up on the other end. 

Sana just laughed, taking another sip of her drink. “Relax,” she said, checking out her nails casually. “I’m not a threat. And I’m not human, either.”

“Then…?” Mina asked. She couldn’t finish her question. Her vampiric instinct was telling her to flee, but she hadn’t run off like she had planned. Her feet felt glued to the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to leave, but she also couldn’t bring herself to sit back down. 

“H-how did you know?” Momo asked. She was sitting at the edge of the booth. Her fight or flight instinct seemed to be stalled, too. 

“I’ll tell you if you drink with me, please?” Sana batted her eyelashes at them. “Just one little drink.” 

Realizing she was probably drawing more attention to herself by standing, Mina begrudgingly obliged and sat back down, sliding back over next to Sana. “Fine,” she said. She reached for her glass, knocking back the first round of absinthe in one go. Her eyes watered and she almost coughed, but she kept it down, clearing her throat once the alcohol was safely traveling down her esophagus. It was over the top, maybe, but now she could at least say she’d had one drink if she needed to hightail it out of there. 

Sana’s eyes seemed to glow. “Wow,” she said. She then turned to the werewolf. “Momo?” 

Momo seemed stiffer than Mina had been, and it took a few seconds before her body relaxed again. Hesitantly, she slid back over next to Sana, too. 

She looked at Mina, who shared her bewildered expression, and then followed the vampire’s lead, downing her first glass of absinthe, too. She grimaced, licking her lips the way a dog would after realizing the treat it had just eaten was stuffed with medicine. 

Sana smirked. “Mm, I love being right,” she said, clearly pleased with herself. “A sexy vampire and a sexy werewolf, what luck.” 

Momo and Mina peered at each other curiously. 

“So– your fangs..?” Momo asked.

“Real,” Mina said. She couldn’t believe she was admitting this so freely, in a public space no less. 

“And your eyes… no full moon, huh?” Mina offered up. 

Momo chuckled. “Not tonight,” she said sheepishly. 

“But it will be in like, two days,” Sana said, bringing their attention back to her. “What are you doing out so close to the start of your rut cycle, little werewolf?” she said, using one of her nails to gently touch just under Momo’s chin. She turned Momo’s head, making the werewolf look at her before resting her hand on Momo’s thigh again. 

Momo blushed.  

Sana’s other hand made its way to Mina’s thigh. “You’re taking a risk too, aren’t you? A little vampire on her very best behavior while surrounded by walking blood-flavored Capri Suns,” she giggled. It wasn’t malicious in any way, but Mina still went red, which really only made her look slightly more human as the hint of color made its way to her pale face. 

“Enough about us,” Momo said, feeling suddenly protective of the pretty vampire. “You said you’re no threat or a human. So what are you?”

“Hmm. An appreciator of gorgeous women, for starters,” Sana said, taking her hand off Momo’s thigh to finish off her first glass of absinthe. “Please,” she said, nudging the second glasses toward them. 

There it was again– that invisible persuading force. Momo brought the second glass up to her lips carefully. The alcohol was already running amok through her system. And even though she was still slightly distressed by the mystery woman’s ability to clock her so easily, she was also starting to become slightly aroused. The demon girl beside her smelled sinfully good, as did the vampire, almost earthy, like late fall leaves. 

And not only did they smell good, Momo thought, they were both incredibly attractive. She found Mina alluring with her sleek, perfectly conditioned long dark hair and sharp fangs tucked behind those pretty lips, and Sana’s entire presence was devastatingly sexy. Her costume didn’t help with the werewolf’s arousal, either.  

Mina found herself drinking from her second glass, too. The buzz was hitting her faster than anything she’d experienced when she was human. Like Momo, she was unsettled, but mildly turned on. Momo’s bangs kept getting in her eyes, making her look slightly doe eyed when she looked up, and Sana, whatever she was, was downright delicious, especially with her know-it-all attitude. And both of them had hearts pumping plenty of warm blood through their bodies. 

They watched as Sana then tapped on one of the curled, thick dark horns on her head. “Not a costume,” she admitted. 

“Y-you’re a demon?” Mina asked, shocked. 

Sana pouted. “Don’t say it like that,” she said, her voice darkening for a millisecond. “I’m not scary.” 

She paused. “Well. Not all the time.” She looked up between the two of them to make sure their eyes were on her. Mina and Momo watched, unsure whether to feel horrified or impressed, as Sana showed more of herself to them. The whites of her eyes vanished for a moment, completely overtaken by empty blackness. 

And then, just as soon as it happened, it was over and Sana’s big, brown irises came back into view among the whites of her eyes. 

Momo’s heart rate spiked and Mina sensed it immediately. She found it strangely sexy of Sana to be able to get Momo’s heart racing with such little effort. Vampirism had really changed her turn-ons over the years. 

“S-so what is this, then? What do you want with us?” Momo asked. She peered down at Sana’s hand on her thigh, suddenly afraid of getting hard in front of her and Mina. 

“Aw, am I making you nervous, Momo?” Sana giggled lightly, bringing a hand up to toy with the werewolf’s bandana. She hooked a finger under it, pulling Momo close as if to kiss her. She waited for a second to see how the werewolf would react, and just as she’d thought, Momo inched closer. 

“I just want to have some fun,” she said, barely brushing her lips against Momo’s. Sana turned away from her then to look at Mina. Her eyes moved down between the vampire’s legs while her hand moved up the vampire’s thigh and squeezed it lightly. “With both of you.” 

The demon smirked, removing her hands from both the other two’s bodies and picked up her second glass of absinthe. “I know you two are already interested in each other based off of the way you were gazing at each other when I first saw you,” she said, making the word sound more like gay-zing. “So…is there room for one more?” 

Mina nodded at the same time Momo stammered a shy “Yes.”