Susan strode towards the dance floor. She turned briefly to adjust her top, accentuating her cleavage more deeply. Her face displayed a confident smirk. Her step was bold. Her breasts jiggled with every footfall. She drew stares of disdain from some of the women, interested leers from some of the men. Unholy strength coursed through her body. She had fed well on semen, and the life force she had taken in expressed itself in vigour and energy undreamed of.
Laughing, she swirled onto the dance floor, twisting and grinding to the rhythm. Her eyes were closed and she still wore her satisfied, smug smile. She felt so dramatically different from earlier tonight. Before, she was doing her best to seem attractive and available, and it was useless. Now she cared not who was watching, who was interested, yet she knew she was drawing men to her. They would be piqued, curious, and drawn to her bold, unashamed confidence like moths to a flame.
How many would feed her tonight? And beg for more? She laughed again, brimming over with satisfaction and bliss.
She thanked Danuta silently. She blessed her, and her sisters... thanked the goddess that she had made their acquaintance. Earlier tonight she'd convinced herself that it was a curse, a mistake. Now she knew that it was everything she had hoped. And so much more. Her life had begun in earnest, tonight.
She opened her eyes, grinning as she spun on the floor. Her ankles, knees and thighs felt like coils of steel. Even in her high heeled pumps, she was able to dip and squat low, rotating her hips in ever widening circles, spreading her stance and rising, to stand erect with her hands raised, swaying in the air. Every movement was pure joy. Surely she could feel no better than this.
Her gaze was caught by a good-looking stud with gelled hair, loose fitting jeans and a tight sweater. He obviously worked out. He regarded her with intent, his head nodding slightly in acknowledgment as their eyes met. She grinned wider, feeling lust exude from her being at every sultry movement.
Mac's imposing form caught her eye from the direction of the door. Oh, he had such a macho pose... Broad shouldered, relaxed, head slightly inclined back, arms just flexed enough to show his biceps... He made a brief kissy face and shot a wide, toothy grin to her. She blew a kiss back. Mac was clearly intending to mark his territory. She just used it as a catalyst to become flirtier, more seductive, more free... It seemed such a paradox, one that was impossible for her to grasp even five hours ago. Look like a whore. Act like you don't care if men are looking. Be outrageous, scandalous, slutty. And they'll fall at your feet.
She was sated now, and so concentrated on this wonderful, liberating new sense of self she had. Any one of these cocks might feed her later. It was up to her to decide when, and which.
For now she just danced, loving how sexy and powerful she felt.
Some of her human instincts expressed themselves, and she began walking to the bar to get a drink. Altering her course half way, she checked herself, remembering how her last attempt at whiskey had gone. She was a teetotaler now. Or a sperm-totaler, rather.
The gel-haired stud approached her and asked if she wanted a drink. She politely declined, adding that maybe later tonight he could give her an extra-special drink. She licked her lips and tossed her head in laughter, leaving him bewildered and intrigued.
Six days ago she had been with Danuta and her sisters. It was to be the last time for a long while, perhaps forever.
She had gained their full trust. They had made an offer, she had taken the time they required, considered carefully, and accepted. That night, after a final period of information exchange, they would conduct the ritual. That night, she would become a
spermárev
ő
.
"Things are much easier for us in the modern world," explained Eniko. "We recruit young men from the internet. They have very limited knowledge of our habits, and none of our true nature. All the knowledge they have is that we are uniquely talented at performing fellatio, and, if a young man passes our screening processes, will get blowjobs from one or all of us several times a day."
Zorana expounded on the subject. "There are several levels of screening they must pass before we will actually meet. If they are approved, the first feeding is free. So they understand what pleasures might await them. Then they must provide us with generous donations to continue visiting, and if they wish to become houseboys, like Joel and Ken, they turn all their incomes over to us directly and may live in the house with us for a couple of days a week."
"We keep them for about four months at maximum," said Eniko. "Any longer than that and they may start to notice the effects of aging."
"We move frequently," said Danuta. "This is mostly because of the vampire hunters. We exist, as do they.
Spermárevő
are even more rare than
nosferatu
, but we known, and we are hunted. North America used to be much safer for
spermárevő
; we were not well known on this continent. But in the last forty years or so, we've had to be increasingly careful."
Susan felt compelled to ask a question. If she was turned, she felt it was important to know. She just hoped the question wasn't too imposing.
"Tell me," she asked, "Please, what happened 46 years ago? The last time you... killed?"
Kinia and Eniko exchanged nervous glances.
"We'll talk about that in a bit," said Danuta. "The related subject has to be tabled; it's important. When we turn you, we must abandon you."
Susan's eyes widened a bit.
"This is for our own safety. A young
spermárevő
is much less in control of her urges. It is much easier for her to kill. We cannot attract the attention of vampire hunters because of the indiscretions of a youngling."
"Abandon? How, exactly?" asked Susan. "I knew we would be parted, but... I didn't know, well, I really don't know..."
"We must leave you," Danuta stated. "Alone. Completely, to fend for yourself. If you can survive, if you can stay undetected, if you can establish yourself, you can come and seek us out."
"But, but... How will I..."
Danuta shushed her gently. "We will explain more and give you a list of things you should do or find. After that, you're on your own."
Susan balked. She had had second thoughts about this whole idea, but had quelled them. She had assumed that she would have some guidance or protection from the coven, though, and it now seemed that none would be forthcoming.
Danuta and her sisters detailed what she should garner for herself in preparation for the change. A basement apartment in a low-income area. A deep freeze. Any cool chamber would do, really, a coffin, a concrete vault... The modern world afforded certain comforts, though, and this applied to vampires as well. A hat and veil. A coat and gloves. Tinfoil. Black spray paint. Cash. Bleach. Kerosene. A hunting knife. Garbage bags. Duct tape. Gold jewelry. A cellular phone with a pay-as-you-go plan. A van or RV. A wig. Sunglasses. Makeup. Fake identification.
They put the list and the applications for the items onto a printed copy, and also gave her a copy on a flash drive. They advised her to commit the copy to memory and destroy the originals.
