All Is Lost And Gained Prelude

This story is prelude to Chapter 1. All characters depicted are 18 years or older. I whole heartedly recommend reading Chapter 1 before this one as this is nothing but spoilers for the reveals in that story.

Something awoke in the darkness. Delicious liquid fire had landed in it's mouth and had roused it. It heard the sound of two animals fighting nearby. It could smell more of the ambrosia coming from them. With a grunt and a snapping sound one beast bested the other and threw it aside, only to fall to the ground itself exhausted.

The awakened one saw the weakness in both and struck, first the weakened victor and then the slowly recovering loser. She drank them both dry.

Her hunger sated, she began to remember. Her name was Meagan, she was a monster hunter. She remembered being in a tunnel, other hunters around her. She remembered being grabbed and dragged through a hidden door. She remembered a man's face bearing an expression of pure anguish. He was reaching out to her as she was pulled away and the door slammed between them. Jake, his name was Jake, and she wanted him more than anything else in the world.

She remembered pain of teeth in her flesh, then the bliss of her life blood draining away. It had been the bliss that was the only mercy of a vampire.

"Oh, no no no," she whispered and ran her tongue along her incisors. Her eye teeth protruded to needle sharp points.

"Well, fuck," she muttered. She had gone from hunter to vampire in a manner of minutes. Was it minutes? She checked her watch. Yeah, ten minutes max. This was a worst case scenario from her hunter cell's point of view. They had all taken that silly oath that should one fall under evil's sway the rest would exterminate the fallen with the greatest possible mercy. Meagan had sworn the oath and sincerely thought that she would prefer to be truly dead than become a vampire. Now her new instincts were already telling her to preserve her existence, go on the attack, and kill them first.

Not Jake though. She wanted to keep him. They had been best friends since they were five years old and lovers since senior prom. She knew he intended to propose after this mission, but had waited to avoid jinxing it. Fat lot of good that superstition did. On the bright side, once she turned him they could have far more than the one mortal lifetime together.

Meagan carefully searched the tunnels, mostly following the smell of burned diesel fuel, the main ingredient in the Molotov cocktails Jake had been carrying. There were prison cells full of other victims of the Master, vampires driven feral through his psychic tortures. She found the heart of the nest, a large chamber with some bare comforts, most of which still smoldered.

She found the body of Professor Alvin, his throat ripped out and badly burned. She snapped his neck, just in case. It would have been his last wish that someone make sure he didn't become undead. Next to him the Master's amulet sitting on a pile of ash. Well damn, they had won after all. Meagan took it, she might as well have a keepsake.

There was another hour before sunset. Meagan accounted for the rest of the cell except Jake. The path to the surface was scorched by several fire bombs. She could picture him flinging them behind him to keep the maddened feral vampires at bay.

It felt good knowing he made it out. She had to wait for sunset before going above ground, so she used the time to make plans. Meagan knew Jacob would follow the contingency plans which meant that he would send messages to other cells to help clean up. If she and Jacob were going to disappear they needed to delay the hunters for as long as possible. Releasing the ferals into the city would keep them busy.

There were many things Jake would need to do, it would take him several hours moving from place to place to do them. Meagan might guess where he would be at any given time while doing them, but she knew exactly where he'd go immediately after.

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It was a couple of hours after sunset when she knocked on the door of the apartment she and Jake called their home away from dorm, aka his mother Ramona's apartment.

When Meagan had been just five years old, her parents had purchased a house her father's boss had recommended in his neighborhood. The boss also happened to be Ramona's father and Jake's grandfather. Meagan and Jake were inseparable from the moment they met. Ramona had been like a second mother to Meagan, and Meagan's dad was a second father figure for Jake, Jake's grandfather was his first since his biological father abandoned Ramona the day he found out the eighteen year old girl was pregnant. She and Jake lived with her parents at their insistence (for the schools) and she ultimately inherited the house when they passed. Once Jake was at the university she sold the house and got the apartment in a downtown high rise closer to her job, which also happened to be closer to the university. Meagan and Jake visited for dinner at least twice a week, and would often stay overnight after a couple of bottles of wine. Meagan knew Ramona knew they were having sex but chose to not mention it.

Ramona opened the door. She was a stunning woman, curvaceous to Meagan's athletic, Mediterranean olive skinned to Meagan's mid-western fair. Ramona was still wearing her blouse and skirt from work.

"Meagan! What's wrong?"

"Is Jake here?"

"What? No. Is something wrong? Come in. Haven't you tried calling him?"

Meagan stepped across the threshold into Ramona's home and shut the door behind her.

"I lost my phone somewhere when we got separated."

"Hold on, hold on," Ramona said, holding up her hands. "First are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"Good, I'll call Jake." Ramona turned to get her phone.

Meagan's eyes turned to a slightly glowing gold as she pictured Ramona's body freezing in place. She felt her will sweep over the other woman's mind.

"No you won't," she said. "Take a seat." She smiled, feeling a cruel satisfaction as Ramona's body obeyed Meagan's will. Ramona's face looked panicked, which changed to terror when she beheld Meagan's golden eyes and pronounced fangs. Meagan allowed her to speak.

"Meagan, what's happening? What happened to you?"

"Oh, do you recall that secret club that Jacob and I are part of? It is a society of monster hunters. We protected people from things like demons, zombies, and vampires. And sometimes," she licked her fangs, "accidents happen."

Their eyes met and Meagan saw into Ramona's mind. Meagan could feel her fear, the confusion at how the girl she watched grow up with her son could become something inhuman. Then a sense of betrayal at how the woman she was going to give her son to could be so dangerous. Meagan, the one woman she knew could make Jake so happy that she could abandon all of the debauched fantasies she had of her son. Now that drew Meagan up short.

"Oh, Ramona, I had no idea you have as much lust for Jake as I do." Meagan crossed to Ramona and knelt close enough to whisper in her ear. "I can see it all. Dreams of slipping into his bedroom to suck his cock, then riding him until he came in your cunt. That fantasy of wearing a daring bikini, and him being so aroused that rubbing suntan lotion on your back turns into a fucking so powerful that you scream your orgasms, neighbors be damned." Meagan put her hand on Ramona's knee. She smelled her arousal as she forced Ramona to recall the fantasies.

"How was it that we spent a whole afternoon shopping together, looking at jewelry as a pretext to get my size for the engagement ring he is going to give me, and not give so much of a hint that I was a bitch out to deny you your son forever?" Meagan began sliding her hand up and down the inside for Ramona's thigh, just from knee to just under her skirt. "He does want you in return. I was never so blind to not see that he isn't a momma's boy, that he is as male as any other to look at your tits or your ass as you walk by. The girl I was when I woke up this morning would have been shaken to her core to know that her boyfriend's mother would be his other woman had he but said a word." Meagan's hand came closer and closer to Ramona's core each time.

"Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you be his slut if one day he just walked up and asked to have sex with you?"

"Yes!" Ramona gasped between panting breaths.

"But he never would," taunted Meagan. "That same wall of propriety that keeps you from just throwing yourself atop him stops him from ripping your clothes off and taking you against the wall."

Meagan slid her hand all the way up to cup Ramona's mound. She allowed her to have a small orgasm at the touch.

"He has fantasies of you, you know," Meagan breathed into her ear. She brought her hand up and into the waist band of Ramona's panties, her fingers open and weaving between the older woman's vaginal lips. Ramona moaned out another orgasm at the touch. "He hasn't told me them exactly, but at times, when he is driving that wonderful cock of his into my pussy he makes these quiet little grunts that sound almost like he's saying 'mom'," with that Meagan plunged two fingers into Ramona's soaking wet vagina, "'mom', 'mom'," each time driving her fingers into her. "Even when I was a good girl it stoked something perverse in me. When he did that he fucked me harder and I loved it, even if deep down I knew it was you he was fucking in his mind. He would push me right to the limit of pleasure my body could take and I whispered to him, 'Give it to me, Jakey,' and he Came SO HARD!" With each of the last three words the thrusts of Meagan's fingers became savage, the heel of her hand crushing into Ramona's clit.

Meagan released her control and Ramona wailed out her orgasm, her mind filled with only the withheld pleasure. Meagan withdrew her fingers but still cupped Ramona's pussy.

She also withdrew her power from Ramona's mind. When Ramona regained her senses she found herself looking at the cornflower blue eyes she had known almost all of the girl's life.

"This morning," said Meagan, "I would have felt betrayed to know that you had such intense sexual feelings for Jake, but now, with my new perspective," with that she ran her tongue over the pronounced eye teeth that unmistakably marked her as no longer human, "we can live without the walls that demand I keep him to myself and that the two of you never experience the pleasures you desire. Become like me, help me bring Jake into our way of being, and we can all have forever to share the pleasures you have denied yourselves."

A scant second of thought raced across Ramona's face.

"Yes," she said, "yes, I want it all."

Meagan's other hand took a gripped of Ramona's hair and ever so slightly guided her head back. Ramona had an expression of anticipation as she presented her neck to the young woman she had already come to think of as her daughter-in-law.

Meagan's hand was stroking Ramona's pussy again. Then she bit into her neck, piercing her carotid artery. The blood flooded Meagan's mouth but she drank it all. Ramona spasmed, the orgasms she had felt before faded to no more than candles under the sun before the rapture she felt then.

And with the final waves of pleasure Ramona died.

And with the taste of her mistress's blood Ramona was reborn.