Chapter 8: Unholy Hungers

"Wow, I'm surprised at the talent at Walmart at 3 in the morning," Mary said as she strolled in front of the shopping cart.

"Talent?" Britney Kingston asked her best friend and sort of mistress. Britney was only a thrall to Damien while Mary was one of his vampiresses.

"Look at him," Mary purred, licking her red lips. "Wouldn't you like to writhe beneath him and taste his blood."

Britney cast her gaze in the direction Mary looked. A handsome man strolled by pushing a blue shopping cart. He was muscular and strong, his skin tanned bronze, his face chiseled. Britney shook her head. She felt nothing for the man. Yesterday, before Damien had drunk her blood and turned her into a thrall, she would have panted after the man.

"Master is all the man I need," Britney answered. "He doesn't want to share me. Or you."

"Sire never told me that," Mary shrugged as she strolled along. She was young, eighteen like Britney, and moved with a sensual grace. Britney and Mary had been friends for many years. "How do you know?"

"I just ... know," Britney shrugged. "I feel things, his wants and needs, you know that. Now we need to hurry. If we hadn't gotten lost, we would have already been done. The sun rises in two hours."

"Summer sucks," Mary sighed, then she giggled. "I can't believe I said that. I used to worship summer. It was my season. I could show all the flesh I wanted and it wasn't too inappropriate. Mmm, wearing a bikini poolside, all the boys panting after me. I guess I'll be pale for the rest of my life."

"Well, you would get one amazing tan before the sun killed you. I, however, will get all the tanning you'll miss." Britney stuck out her tongue at her friend.

"I should bite your tongue off."

Britney knew it was a serious threat. Mary could easily do it. "But then I wouldn't be able to lick your pussy."

Mary laughed and moved to her friend. "Oh, you little slut. You are right." She grabbed Britney's ass. "I should take you into the bathroom and make you eat my cunt. I'm getting so wet. You can eat my cunt, then I'll suck your breast milk and drink your blood."

"Sunrise," Britney reminded the vampiress, though her pussy shuddered. "We need black paint, black curtains, and mattresses. Now move your cute, undead butt and help me get it."

"Fine," Mary said. "There's the heavy curtains. I'll go grab one." She turned and streaked in a blur across the store, appearing in a heartbeat by the black curtains.

Britney's eyes widened.

"Did I just do that?" Mary asked, turning around. She seized the curtain then moved back, leaving a motion blur behind. Britney yelped, realizing Mary stood before her. "Holy shit, I'm like the Flash."

"I guess we've discovered your vampiric ability." Britney gave Mary a quick kiss. "Master has telekinesis and you have super speed. I wonder what Rosa will get?"

Mary shuddered, looking around. The store was surprisingly busy given the hour. "I just want to race around in circles. I can move so fast. It's awesome, Britney."

"Well, don't be seen getting the paint," Britney grinned. "Master will not be happy if you draw attention."

"I will be moving to fast to be seen," laughed Mary.

Aurora the Corrupted Angel shuddered as Damien, her vampiric master, pulled his cock out of her. Her fall into sin had been swift and unexpected, a dagger plunging into the back. But it didn't matter. She had found the instrument to rid the world of true evil—her owner.

What did it matter if her wings were stained crimson?

Below, the primal music of the dance club shuddered through the floor. The revelers of Risqué oozed sexuality. It brimmed in the air. Aurora's red wings spasmed as their sexual energy wafted to her. She licked her lips, eager to feed. Not on blood, but the most primal energy of all—cum.

The vitality contained in a man's seed. The ecstasy shed in a woman's climax. Her body hungered for their sexual fluids. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled. There was so much sexual fluids aching to be unleashed amid the dancers and revelers below. An orgy of flesh that she wanted to imbibe.

But her master needed her for another task.

Damien, in the moment of his climax and her utter surrender, had caught a glimpse of Heaven's omniscience in the final moments before Aurora was yanked free. He had witnessed where his wife had been taken, and he would free her.

"We'll save your wife and then kill Faust, Sir," Aurora purred as she rose to her feet. Her pussy clenched tight, keeping Damien's cum inside of her. She absorbed it and fed upon the vitality of the vampire who stood before her.

He was still hard, anticipating the upcoming violence. Her blood stained his lips. The muscles of his body gleamed. She wanted to fall to her knees and worship him. Aurora had always admired Damien and Abigail. She had watched over and nurtured them. She had feared she failed them.

Now Aurora knew the truth.

They have been transformed like I have. We are free of Heaven's rules. We can save the world. Her eyes cast over to the two women undergoing their own changes, one into a vampiress the other into a thrall. A few women sacrificed to Damien's appetites is a small price to pay to see Faust and his demonic bitch fail.

"Faust," growled Damien. Such anger and passion filled his voice.

Aurora went to him, pressing her lush body into his back, her arms slipping around his waist. She licked up to his ear. "Yes. We'll kill him and protect the world. We can be the agents that defend mankind." Her hand found his cock, stroking it, reveling in her absolute freedom. "Do you still remember your purpose, Sir?"

"The hunt."

"We kill the monsters that feast on mankind and take our reward, Sir." She rubbed her thumb across the tip of his cock. Precum beaded on the pad of her thumb. Her skin absorbed the tiny morsel. "A lamb plucked here and there from the flock will not matter."

"And when the other hunters come?" Damien growled. "What do we do when your fellow angels and my former allies attack?"

"Why, we cull them, too, if they try to interfere in our righteous purpose. If Heaven had only listened and let me act without their petty restrictions, none of us would have fallen so low." She shuddered. "But we have, Sir, and we can still hunt the predators. Like Faust and his bitch mistress Jezebel."

"Jezebel?" Damien turned, his hard shaft rubbed on her stomach, her flesh drinking in his precum. "Who is she?"

"A demon. A lithesome, corrupt bitch." Anger boiled in Aurora. "She has perverted many. She protects Faust from Heaven. We could not intervene directly because of her pernicious deals. We had to wait for Faust to act and seek his vengeance upon you and your wife.

"But now we are free, Sir. Let's kill them both."

"Yes." Damien's eyes narrowed. "After we free my wife."

"Of course, Sir."

Damien D'Angelo broke away from his pet angel. Her transformation was remarkable. Red fit her wings better than ash. Her silver hair had tarnished black, but her eyes remained golden, but hunger lurked in them. They were a lionesses eyes.

Blood filled Damien's nose. Vickie whimpered. Rosa had awakened to her true nature, her body strong and agile as a vampiress. The Latina beauty had her jaws latched onto the coffee-brown skin of Vickie, drinking her blood.

"You cannot kill her," Damien said as he stared at his newest vampiress. "She is mine, like you."

Rosa lifted her lips. "Yes, Sire." She licked the blood from them. "I feel so ... enhanced. I can hear every heartbeat in the club below. I can smell their blood." She licked her lips. "May I go and feed, Sire, not just drink. You promised me true power. Death's power."

"Bloodthirsty," Aurora purred.

"Feed off of Vickie. You need your strength." Damien stared into Rosa's eyes. "You will have your glut of death soon enough."

An orgasmic shudder ran through the woman. Damien could not wait to see her bathed in blood. She leaned back over and latched onto Vickie's neck, draining the virgin thrall. Her eyes met Damien. They fluttered in delight.

"Master," Vickie moaned. "Do you need to feed, too?"

"I need to find my phone." The sun would be up soon. He had to move and his SUV was not here. He snatched up his pants and pulled out his phone. He dialed Britney.

"Master," the perky voice of Britney answered. "We have the supplies. We're heading back to the loft."

"Speed," growled Damien. He hung up. His heart raced. The urge to rush out and kill burned inside of him. But he needed to prepare. To be methodical. He was a Hunter still. Nothing would change that.

Aurora was right. He would still hunt the predator and protect the flock. Like the shepherd. And like the shepherd, he would cull the herd from time to time, plucking the ripest sheep to feed, enjoy, and even turn.

It was a small price for mankind to pay.

He dressed in black, combat fatigues—his hunting garb. He loaded a sawed off shotgun with rock salt shells and grabbed a small crossbow, fitting a white oak quarrel. He had to wear gloves to handle the wooden shafts. Their purity would burn him.

"What are these, Sire?" Rosa asked. Blood ran down her chin and neck to her round breast. The red sheen contrasted with her golden-brown skin. She picked up a glass ampoule.

"Holy water."

"Are they dangerous to us?"

Damien nodded. "Everything in here can harm or kill you."

"What are we doing?" she asked. She picked up a handgun. It had silver bullets inside. She pulled back the slide and chambered a round.

"Do you know how to use that?" Damien asked.

"I have a conceal/carry permit," she purred. "There's a .357 snub nose magnum in my purse. In case you turned out to be dangerous." She laughed and licked her lips. "Mmm, so dangerous, Sire. But what are we doing?"

"Rescuing my wife."

Rosa cocked her head. "And you care about her? You're willing to risk your life for her?"

"Your life, too." Damien stood up, pocketing the ampoules then strapping a silver-plated machete to his belt. "I love her."

"I didn't think a creature like you, like us, could love."

"You had to be capable of loving as a human to still love as a vampire." His ears twitched. Blocks away, the familiar roar of his SUV's engine drew nearer.

"Well, that is true," Rosa laughed. "Love is just another collar people try to snap around your neck to manipulate you. A collar I am more than happy to be freed from, Sire."

"And what do you feel about my collar?"

"I love it, Sire. It's worth the payment for what you gave me." She gave another wicked laugh as she stood up naked, the handgun in her hand. "I'm ready to go."

"Naked?"

"Why get my clothes stained?"

Vickie giggled nearby. She sat cross-legged and naked, her blood staining her neck. She stretched her back, her breasts jiggling. "Am I coming? I don't know how to use a gun or fight."

"You are staying here with Britney." Damien looked around the room. The loft had large windows with no coverings. Sunrise would kill all but the thralls and maybe Aurora. He wasn't sure what the angel had become. She leaned against the wall, a sword dripping with blood gripped in hand, the point resting on the floor.

He had never heard of an angel that had been feasted and turned by a vampire. She may be unique. Something unexpected. Damien liked that. Faust would not expect anything like her.

The SUV pulled up in the alley. Doors slammed. Dozens of footsteps echoed almost as the same time. The door burst open. With his enhanced senses, he could track Mary streaking across the room to his side. She moved so fast. Damien felt sluggish as he watched her stride.

Rosa gasped in shock when Mary stopped before Damien. "Guess what, Sire, I can run super fast."

"Grab a machete," Damien told her. "We're going to kill."

Mary's schoolgirl face lit up. She snagged the spare machete and hefted it. "Wonderful, Sire. Who?"

I will break free. Then we shall avenge our husband's murder. Dream-Abigail's words screamed through the real Abigail's mind.

Abigail shuddered into her doppelganger's kiss. Their naked bodies pressed tight together, identical lips writhing together, matching tits pressing tight, and twin sets of nipples caressed. Only the chains binding the real Abigail differentiated the two redheads.

It was all a fantasy buried in the depths of Abigail's chained soul. She had retreated from the humiliation afflicted on her body. The vampiress yearned to kill the rich humans that debased her for their amusements.

But she had to let them fuck her, spank her, and even shove her face into a bowl full of men's cum. Her Sire, the vampire Faust, had given her a command.

And Abigail had to obey.

But there was a part of her that resisted—Dream-Abigail. She fought against the steel chains binding Abigail to Faust. Abigail thought it was a useless endeavor. Faust sired her. She had to obey him even if that meant enduring a slew of humiliation before Faust finally saw fit to have her killed.

And Abigail would walk to her execution, lay her head on the block, and wait for the headsman's ax to fall because Faust commanded it.

But kissing her rebellious part was nice. She didn't have to pay attention to the men fucking her ass and cunt while the woman with the stiletto heels kept her head pinned in the bowl of cum. She couldn't drown. Abigail was already dead.

In her soul, her ardor grew. It was intoxicating kissing herself. It was like making love to her reflection. Only her reflection could caress and touch her. They moved in harmony, both knowing where they needed to be touched.

Together, their hands stroked each other's backs as they stretched out. Their legs parted. Their hot cunts pressed against each other's thighs. Chains rattled around Abigail as she and Dream-Abigail humped and slid their wet pussies on each other's thighs. Their tart musk filled their noses, spurring their hips to rub faster.

Their hands reached each other's asses at the same time. They squeezed them, fingers digging into the other's flesh. They both cooed together and smiled, breaking their kiss, the same spot popping into each other's heads.

"Your fingers are almost as nice as Damien's," Dream-Abigail moaned.

"So are yours," Abigail answered. They licked their lips together. "At least Faust spared him this level of humiliation."

"He was humiliated," hissed Dream-Abigail. Their faces twisted with different emotions, shattering their symmetry. "Before Faust killed our husband, he made Damien watch as Faust fucked us. He cuckolded our husband before leaving him to die by the sun." Dream-Abigail's fingers dug hard into Abigail's asscheeks.

The pain made her hips undulate faster, grinding harder on Dream-Abigail's thighs. "Damien is dead, and Faust will kill us soon. When he grows bored of us. There's nothing that can be done but enjoy ourselves."

Abigail kissed Dream-Abigail. Their tongues dueled, their bodies almost returning into sync, but Dream-Abigail seized the chains and tried to rip them from Abigail's body. She growled into their kiss as she strained.

She failed.

"This isn't enough," Dream-Abigail moaned.

Abigail smiled at her doppelganger. It made the vampiress happy that a small part of her still cared. She hadn't surrendered fully to her fate. She rebelled in small ways. But it wouldn't be enough. It may only be days or perhaps weeks, but Faust would demand her death.

"Enough," Abigail said, pulling Dream-Abigail's fingers away. "Let's savor pleasure. Let's eat each other's pussies. I know we taste delicious, but I've never licked my juices right from the source."

A sly smile crossed Dream-Abigail's lips and her green eyes twinkled.

She is up to something.

"Yes, let's sixty-nine." Dream-Abigail shuddered. "I know Damien would love to see that."

"Two of us licking and sucking his body." The vampiress shuddered. "Nipping his cock, sucking cum and blood together. Delicious."

"Yes," groaned Dream-Abigail.

The pair spun in the dark void. They seized each other's asses. Their fingers dug into each other's flesh. Their thighs parted as they pulled each other closer. Their nipples touched the same spot on each other's stomachs and they both pressed their lips into each other's red curls.

Once again in unison, the pair licked.

Abigail shuddered as her tongue slid through Dream-Abigail's folds while her own pussy was equally caressed. To Abigail, it was like she licked her own pussy. Their tongues and lips moved as one, exploring each other's folds and devouring each other's tart juices.

They sighed together and undulated. Their fingers clenched on each other's buts. Abigail savored devouring her doppelganger's pussy. The pleasure built inside of her, teased by the identical movements of Dream-Abigail.

"Yes," they moaned. "So good."

"Uh-huh."

"Yes, yes, yes. Make me cum."

"I will. I'll drown you in juices."

"Good. Flood my mouth."

Their moans echoed through their shared soul. Chains clinked as Alison and Dream-Alison undulated. Their bodies moved faster and faster. Their tongues licked faster and faster. They thrust into each other's holes while their fingers crept into each other's butt-cracks.

Abigail and Dream-Abigail caressed each other's sphincters. Tingles ran through Abigail's body to her pussy. They moaned and shuddered. They found each other's clits. Abigail sucked on Dream-Abigail's pink clit and pleasure exploded from Abigail's sensitive nub engulfed by Dream-Abigail's hungry mouth.

Their fingers thrust into each other's assholes. Their bowels clenched. They fingered each other as they sucked and nibbled on their clits. The pleasure swelled through Abigail. Her skin drank in every place they touched, her nipples aching as they rubbed on Dream-Abigail's stomach.

"I'm going to cum," both women screamed together. "Oh, yes. Finger my ass. I love it up the ass." "Slut."

"We are. Oh, yes. Sluts. Suck on my clit."

Their lips latched on to each other's clits. Both women let out violent groans. Their bodies undulated and squirmed. Abigail's every inhalation filled with Dream-Abigail's tart juices. Their fingers wiggled deep into each other's assholes.

They came in unison.

The pleasure burst through their pussies. Juices flooded their mouths. The pleasure crashed through Abigail's mind. She was so close to Dream-Abigail. They were in perfect sync, their assholes contracting together, their pleasure rippling out of their cunts together.

Their flesh merged, becoming malleable. Her face sank into Dream-Abigail's cunt. Their bodies sank together to become one, united by their shared pleasure. Abigail's tits sank into Dream-Abigail's stomach.

Rebellion flooded Abigail's mind. The desire to disobey Faust's orders and kill the bitch keeping her head pinned into the bowl of cum grew strong. She would tear out the woman's throat and drink her hot blood before she—

The chains binding Abigail's soul ripped them apart. Abigail shuddered as they became two separate beings, both panting. Then Dream-Abigail let out a cry of pure hatred. She shrieked in their soul, raging against Faust.

"I will kill you! I will be free! You cannot keep me chained! You should have killed me with my husband! I will make you pay, Faust!"

Abigail sighed. She didn't return to her body. She didn't want to experience the fat man rutting in her cunt. She found it more pleasant to listen to her dreamself rant and take pride in that small part of her rebelling against their fate.

"Please save her," Britney said before throwing her arms around her Master's neck. "Abagail's such a wonderful woman. She doesn't deserve to suffer.

"I will," Damien growled. He savored the sent of his thrall. Her breasts were filled with her sweet milk and her blood flowed with vitality beneath her skin. His teeth bit into her neck. She shuddered as he drank an mouthful.

"Yes, yes, you need your strength."

He released her. She staggered back and was caught by Vickie. Damien licked his lips and left the loft behind. He was on the hunt again. His heart beat with excitement, but now there was no fear. He was beyond that weakness. Behind him, his women followed, naked Rosa, nubile Mary, and corrupted Aurora.

The image of his wife's humiliation burned in his head. He would kill everyone that had degraded her. Starting with Faust. He would rip his head off and free his wife from her Sire's control. Then he would have his partner back.

They were the best hunters in life. In undeath, they would make the monsters of the world fear.

He yanked open the driver door and climbed into the SUV. Mary beat the others to the passenger seat. She climbed in, cradling the silver machete on her lap. Rosa and Aurora piled into the back. They all smelled excited and ready, particularly Rosa.

Her cunt dripped.

Mary put the radio on a rock station as he roared out of the alley. A pair of stumbling drunks from the club dived out of the way. The tires squealed as he took the turn hard onto surface streets. He knew Chicago's layout. He could see the city in his mind. His wife was out at the Gold Coast, the wealthy neighborhood of the city. She was in one of the mansions.

The engine roared as he raced through the seats.

"Yeah," Mary whooped. She rolled her window down and stuck her head out. Her black hair streamed behind her as she screamed into the dark city.

Rosa sat cross-legged in the back, gripping the gun in one hand. She sat refined, like she wasn't naked and half-smeared in Vickie's blood. Aurora had a different pose. Her body relaxed yet ready to spring into action, her sword clutched point down in her hands, her naked legs spread wide.

"We are going to kick some ass tonight," yelled Mary as she hung out the window.

"Did you glimpse any of the defenses of the mansion in your vision, Sir?" Aurora asked.

"Nope," Damien growled. "I hate it, too. Normally, I would never be so sloppy, but it's Abigail. I will not let her be humiliated a moment longer."

"I understand, Sir."

"When I tell you to, stop making a racket," Damien growled at Mary. "We'll go in quiet. If there are guards, Mary, your speed will let you take care of them fast."

"That's why I have this," she grinned, holding up the machete. Then she licked the silver and screamed. "Fwuckwing hwell," she lisped, smoke rising from her tongue. "What dwa fwuck is dwis mwade out of?"

"Silver. It's purity is deadly to us. Salt, white oak, silver, sunlight, and holy water will all hurt or even kill us."

"Oh," Mary said, fanning at her tongue. "Damn, that hurt."