My second foray into the Sci-Fi genre and Vampires. This, like the first Veronica story takes place in the Millionaire Chronicles world. It is also based on my Vampire the Masquerade campaign. I hope you enjoy. I may or may not continue Veronica's adventures. Time will tell
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Veronica woke as the sun went down. This whole vampire thing was energizing, empowering. It was a heady rush, better than any drug. She slithered seductively out of the coffin. She did not need to sleep in one, as long as the earth from her home was there. Funny thing about that, the magic that required that, defined home earth as coming from the country you were originally born in. That made anywhere in the US her home. Those poor European Vampires were stuck with carrying dirt around the world with them.
She slinked up the stairs to first floor of the house. She walked into the library, the moonlight shining through the window and her naked body glistened in the light. Since becoming a Vampire, her body had not changed much. Her breasts kept the same perkiness and form as they did when she was alive. Men's heads turned where ever she went, and sometimes the women they were with too.
Veronica reveled in the sexual tension she created when she walked into a room. Her vampirism fed off the tension, making her more powerful. The other Vampires were wary of her, they did not understand how she had become so powerful. They were watching her for now.
She felt the hunger building up inside her and decided a night on the town was in order.
She had moved to Montgomery Alabama, there were many colleges here and a military base. Lots of prey to feed on in a town like this. She walked into the first-floor bedroom and rummaged through the closet. She found a blue dress and black high heels. She added black fishnet stockings but did not wear a bra or panties.
After putting the outfit on, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was absolutely stunning. Her breasts were pushed up and looked lovely, she bent over at the waist and her cleavage was very enticing. She smiled and turned her back to the mirror and bent at the waist again, this time looking over her shoulder. Her hem rose up and showed her shaved pussy off. Yes, she was fucking hot, even if everyone did say so to her.
Her servant, Cathy was with her family, an indulgence that other vampires, did not understand. She knew, though, that this tied the woman to her even stronger. Cathy got to raise her children and be with her husband.
She called her ghoul and had him bring the car around to the front of the house. He was a new addition to her coterie, former military and ruggedly handsome. At this moment, his name escaped her. He was however, good in bed and fed her hunger in a satisfying way.
She walked out the front and he was there with the back door open. There were perks to being a Vampire. She charmed her way into this large mansion, got herself a luxury SUV and access to a very nice private jet.
She was now working on building her own private little army. Not too many, just enough to keep her protected from the other Vampires, she basically needed around thirty ghouls for around the clock protection. She also needed to keep food around. Which is where she was going to go tonight. She needed some highly sexual donors, and enough that she could feed daily and not drain them completely.
"Where to ma'am?"
What was his name? Ah yes, Chris.
"Tonight Chris, we are hunting the pure. Maybe we will find some at the University of Alabama. I think we should concentrate on Alpha Delta Chi sorority."
"Yes ma'am." Chris pulled out of the drive and headed to the main road.
Veronica pulled out her cell phone and looked up where the hotspot was for this warm Friday evening. The Christian girls of this sorority were reputed to be frigid. She on the other hand knew differently. They were just as horny as all the other girls, but the Sorority frowned on that kind of behavior, so they were repressed. She figured she would find at least two girls that were virgins, horny and frustrated. She could work with that.
Twenty minutes later they were pulling into the city proper. According to social media, there was a gathering at one of the posher night clubs in the city, Dante's Inferno. What better place to find frustrated, rebellious women.
Chris pulled up to the front of the club and a doorman walked up to the back door, opening it for her. She slowly exited the vehicle, her skirt riding up, flashing her bare pussy to those standing outside waiting to get in. She felt the desire roll over her and she soaked it in. This was going to be a successful night.
As she approached the door she sensed someone's unease at being in this place. She scanned the line and ended up focusing on a young woman halfway down the line. She was wearing, what Veronica guessed, passed for sexy in her life. The black skirt went down to her knees, the white blouse was neatly tucked into her skirt and covered her ample breasts. She had the top button undone, her idea of promiscuous dress. Her dark hair was done up, but about five years out of style, and her makeup was far too conservative for a night at the club. At least she wore stockings, but her shoes were awful.
Imagine wearing flats and thinking that was sexy, though her glasses really worked for her. Veronica approached her and held out her hand to the girl. Others in the line looked enviously at the two women.
"My name is Veronica, what is yours my dear?"
"Elise, my friends call me Ellie." The girl blushed at the attention they were attracting.
"Oh dear, sweet girl... you had better get used to this attention. Tonight, you and I will be the center of everyone's attention. This will be a night you can never tell your grand-children about." Taking her hand and leading her to the front of the line.
The doorman undid the velvet rope and the two women entered the club. Elise looked around in awe at all the people practically crushed together on the dance floor. She had never been to a club before, all her sorority sisters had talked her into going. Some of them were still outside, but the rest were on the dance floor. Even though there were strict rules in the house about boys, the girls were dancing very provocatively with their male counter-parts and some of the female ones in the club.
Veronica could sense Elise's sexual frustration. It rolled off of her like a wave. It was warm and heady. She took the girl's hand and led her to a roped off section near the dance floor. A man stood there and lowered the rope, so that they could enter and sit down.
Elise looked at Veronica "Who are you? Do you own this club or are you famous?"
"No dear, but a friend of mine does own this club. I came here tonight because one of your sisters talked about coming here on snapchat, and I just had meet you ladies"
"Why? What is so interesting about our house? Most of us are just here for a general college education and will probably just head back home to work at a local church or teach at a local school."
"Oh, my dear sweet child. I find it interesting that you and your sisters can remain so chaste when temptation is strong in a place like this. I see some of your sisters know how to use their sexuality to their advantage, but they do not give in to the pressure to go any farther." She then pointed to the dance floor and two girls who were dancing together in a very suggestive manner.
"Take them for example. They are practically having sex in front of all these people and what most don't know is that it is all an act."
Elise looked at the two girls and she had to agree that it was sexually charged, how they were dancing and she felt an unfamiliar stirring in her body. A warmth suffused her and she felt herself getting wet... down there.
What is wrong with me? I should not have come here. It is so... wrong... I need to leave.
It was as if Veronica could read her mind. "Oh, don't leave. The night is still young and there is so much to explore." She guided the girl to sit down next to her on the love seat and watch the dancers out on the floor. As she sat next to her, she put her arm around the girl's shoulder and gently rubbed her arm. Whispering in her ear about the different dancers and what they were doing.
"That girl, dancing with the young man, the one in the black silk blouse and maroon skirt, she has got that man so worked up and he will probably leave here frustrated or go home with another girl who is more accommodating."
Elise blushed at that, and the tingling between her legs seemed to get stronger. This woman sitting so close to her, rubbing her bare arm and leaning into her, was affecting her. She smelled nice and felt warm. Her breath on her ear as she whispered to her was enticing. She caught herself glancing down the top of her dress and staring at her cleavage.
She wondered at the lack of a bra. It had to be uncomfortable against her nipples. As the woman leaned closer, she felt the softness of the material and thought how distracting that had to be. If she wore that dress, it would drive her insane, the softness against her skin, brushing her nipples when she moved.
Those nipples, obviously hard and poking the material, making it tent out. She would be embarrassed as hell to have that happening to her. She looked down at her own chest as she felt a strange sensation. Her nipples were getting hard and brushing against the fabric of her bra.
Veronica moved her hand to the girl's neck and lightly stroked her skin. So far, she had not had to use any of her vampiric powers on the girl. Her own frustration was working against her. The older woman signaled to the man at the rope and he motioned for one of the waitresses to come to the table.
The waitresses kept an eye on the VIP areas, they were not allowed to keep those people waiting, besides most of them recognized the woman in the blue dress. This one saw the man and glided over to the roped off area. He let her through and she smiled at the woman and her guest.
