Charisma walked around the room alone as usual. It seemed these decadent, rich parties always turned out the same for a working class girl who made in a year what most of the party goers made in a day and a half. The lavish mansion ballroom was filled with the rich and selfish that only cared about her when she stood on the arm of the man who invited her, aside from that she felt like they could care less if she lived or died. Her date was currently no where to be seen so she was being ignored at the moment, walking through the room from one corner to the next holding a half empty glass of champagne hoping someone would help rescue her from her doldrums. No one ever did and tonight was no different so she did what she always did, eavesdropped on anyone who looked slightly interesting.
The only reason Charisma even got invited to these parties was her looks and her finely sculpted body. She spent many hours in the gym each week working out to maintain her incredibly sexy physique and her surgically enhanced breasts currently stood out at a double "D" cup and were both being barely contained in her low-cut evening gown. Her short hair was well dyed and maintained as was her make-up and expensive shoes but none of it did any good as far as granting the attention she craved. Attention she normally couldn't get away from when she was at work.
The strip club she worked at was a very highbrow gentleman's club and the only reason any of the rich and powerful in this mansion even knew she existed. She had seen just about every single man in the place at the club at one point or another and considering how friendly they were to her there she assumed she would get the same attention at this party but not to be. None of them gave her a second glance and only once in a great while would one of them even smile at her or more rarely, say hello.
As she walked by one couch she noticed that a woman was sitting all alone and looked like she was in the exact same situation as Charisma. Her eyes wandered left and right and she appeared to be deathly bored. Not a single male partier was anywhere to be seen so Charisma started to walk over to her to alleviate her own boredom and hopefully, make a new friend. As she approached a tall, pale gentleman approached the woman and kneeled by the side of the couch where she was sitting. They spoke a few words as Charisma walked slowly towards them, she didn't hear what they said to one another but she could tell that the woman was glad for the attention and the man was glad that he had her attention on him. Charisma wondered whose wife the woman was and how close she was to cheating on that husband right under his nose and all because he was too busy trying to prove he was the best whatever kind of guy he was to even notice. She couldn't help but smile as she began to write a fantasy about this gorgeous woman being unfaithful to a man that deserved it so badly.
Her daydream came crashing down on her head when she noticed that the pale man kissed the woman's wrist and a thin rivulet of blood ran from his mouth and down her arm to drip onto the floor. Charisma stood in shock as the woman continued talking to him as he sucked on her bite wound apparently unaware that he had drawn blood. How could that be? How could you not see that someone has just bitten a hole in your arm deep enough to spill a quart and a half of blood? But as Charisma stood watching she realized that the blood flow was getting worse. The man's lips were stained in her life fluid, her arm was now covered in her blood as it ran over her skin in torrents and even a small puddle was growing on the floor. Charisma rubbed her eyes and her mouth open as she stood watching this poor creature bleed to death without the slightest clue that she was being murdered
The woman was rubbing her eyes and trying to focus them as she kept loosing her train of thought. The blood loss was clearly getting to her as she began fading in and out of consciousness until her head rolled to one side and her body went completely limp on the couch. Her blood had not only run down her arm but also soaked part of her dress and left a huge stain on the floor where she was sitting, now dead.
The man simply stood, wiped his mouth clean of his victim's blood and walked off. Charisma followed him to a separate room at the end of a long hallway. He opened the door and turned around seeing her for the first time.
"You just killed someone didn't you?" Charisma confronted him. He just looked at her without changing expressions on his face. A couple of seconds passed and he opened the door to the side room and indicated for her to walk inside which she did without question. Once inside the room she spun on her high heel and looked him dead in the eye after he had closed the door.
"Why did you do that? You could have done anything you wanted with her, she was putty in your hands and you murdered her." Charisma spoke firmly.
"I wanted to kill her. It's been too long since I've fed and I was famished." He spoke to her quietly and approached her slowly. Charisma stood her ground.
"That doesn't make any sense, you didn't have to do that and now you're going to go to jail for murder." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for his response. He just kept walking towards her taking a long time to cross the short distance.
"I don't think so." He said and the smile she saw made her own blood run cold and a chill ran down her spine. Quickly she turned to leave but saw that she was in a room that had only one entrance and exit and he was standing between it and her. She had just walked into a private room with a killer without realizing it and now she had no escape.
The murderer approached Charisma and finally closed the gap completely. Resigned to her fate she stood in place and waited for him to make his move. If she was lucky he would kill her as quickly and painlessly as the first woman, if she was unlucky he had a long night in store for her.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked with far less confidence than she felt.
"I don't know yet. Let's see where the night takes us shall we?" he held his arm out for her to take and she hooked her elbow into it. Solemnly she looked at the floor as he led her behind a hidden door into a down staircase. Doing her best to maintain her dignity she allowed herself to be led to the room that would be her final resting place. The man was quiet and his arm was very cold, somehow sucking the warmth right out of her skin. His flesh was solid as well like his arm was made of steel rather than muscle and skin.
Once the door was open Charisma looked into the room and her jaw dropped. She was standing inside a huge bedroom that had three beds in it. The light came from several fixtures along the walls and three chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The walls were covered in gorgeous tapestries and the furniture was ornate and appeared to be authentic antiques that were very well maintained. Two naked women were lounging on two beds that were opposite each other and closest to where she had entered. One of the women had Charcoal black skin and her hair was also black, her eyes were devoid of irises or pupils and were two narrow white ovals shining from her face. Her mouth was pursed in a frown that made Charisma's blood run cold. The other woman was pale, almost white in her skin tone and her hair was white as well. Her eyes were solid black and unlike her companion she wore a wicked grin that told Charisma she was happy to see the newcomer. Charisma was more scared than ever.
"Good evening my wives." The man greeted them.
"A new toy to play with?" the white woman asked. "Goody." She stood and walked directly at Charisma using slow purposeful strides taking time to examine her prey before approaching.
"Good to meet you." Charisma whispered swallowing.
"No it's not." The black woman spoke from her resting place. "Women who meets us usually spend the night wishing they were anywhere else. Even dead."
